I didn’t expect that this freshman, who had been in the government for only a year, would have already improved to such an extent. It seems that except for the top ten disciples, no one in the outer government can be his opponent. Please search (%￥￥)
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"I give up." Meng Li smiled bitterly, "Junior brother Han, now I finally know why the master of the palace accepted you as his disciple. Your talents, whether in training or fighting, are far superior to those of us.
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"Senior brother Miao praised it." Han Yi smiled slightly and shook his head.
"It turns out that this is the disciple accepted by the master of the palace, and he looks ordinary." Someone said disdainfully under the ring.
"It seems ordinary, but when you confront him, you will know how terrifying he is." Someone next to him spoke for Han Yi.
"Huh, I'm not Meng Li. He didn't even make it into the top 100 in the current ranking. When he meets me, I will let him know what it means to be truly powerful."
"Really? Then I would like to ask, where are you ranked in the National University?"
"Nineteen." The man replied coldly.
"Nineteen." The people next to him were surprised, as if they didn't expect that in the group of No. 8 Arena, besides Fang Xiaoyue and Chen Xiao, there was another person ranked so high, "As I said, when you talk to Han Yi,
You know how scary he is."
Seeing that after he revealed his ranking, those old students still felt that he was not as good as Han Yi, not as good as a freshman who had only been in the house for one year. The man looked at the old students next to him with a cold face.
"Why don't you and I compete and learn from each other?"
"I admit that I am not your opponent, but there is something I want to remind you. Since Han Yi is the disciple of the Palace Master, he naturally practices the spiritual techniques taught by the Palace Master. You and I both know that the Palace Master practices
Thunder attribute magic, but now you see Han
Has Yi ever used that spiritual art? He has always used the body-refining spiritual art that he chose when he entered the mansion. However, he has also defeated several old students to this point. The cultivation level of each of those old students is close to the late stage of Lingzong. This means
I don’t think you don’t know what you are wearing.”
After the old student finished speaking, he stopped talking. The nineteenth-ranked disciple narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Yi's back as he walked down the ring, seeming to be thinking about something.
Han Yi seemed to sense his gaze and suddenly turned back to look at him: "Is something wrong?"
"Your next opponent is me."
"so what?"
"You will lose, and you will lose miserably."
Hearing this, Han Yi was stunned for a moment, nodded, turned around and left. Some of the old students around him looked at the disciple who was speaking and sneered secretly. They had all seen Han Yi's performance in the gambling competition. He even ranked third.
Even Zheng Yi, who ranked ninth, was no match for Han Yi. It was really funny that a person ranked nineteen dared to assert that he could defeat Han Yi.
However, no one reminded the disciple that after all, it was fun to watch jokes. They were suddenly looking forward to Han Yi's battle with him.
"The next match will be between Feng Wu and **."
Hearing his name, Feng Wu withdrew his gaze from Han Yi, turned around and glanced at the ring, where an old student was already waiting for him opposite.
"You give up." Feng Wu said calmly, looking defiant.
"I have no intention of admitting defeat. It seems that you are not strong enough to let me retreat without a fight." ** held the handle of the knife and secretly turned his spiritual power.
"Huh, you don't want to admit defeat, do you? Then I'll beat you down."
Feng Wu's figure suddenly flashed, and green light flowed from his body, and he came to the front of him in an instant. His pupils shrank suddenly, so fast, he suddenly pulled out the sword, the light of the sword was as clear as snow, but the next moment the sword was restrained.
Lived.
Feng Wu unexpectedly appeared behind him, his sword finger fell on the back of his neck, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. This guy is so strong.
"How about it, I told you, you are no match for me." After Feng Wu said this, he slapped the woman behind him. The woman spat out a mouthful of blood. Feng Wu moved his body and chased him with a volley kick.
"Pfft." ** spit out another mouthful of blood, and Feng Wu stepped on his body, "Didn't you just say that I don't have the strength to let you retreat without a fight? What do you think now?"
**'s face turned red, but he had nothing to say. The disciples under the stage looked at Feng Wu with ugly expressions. This guy went too far.
Han Yi, who was leaning against the far wall, looked at the scene in the arena with no expression on his face. Feng Wu turned his head and looked over, with a smile on his lips, as if to say, you are next.
There is no doubt that Feng Wu won this battle.
The next battle is between Fang Xiaoyue and another male disciple. The two fought fiercely from the beginning. Now, the remaining disciples are basically strong beings. In the ten arenas, there will be two final ones.
After one round of battle, the top 100 players will be determined and advance to the semi-finals.
Fang Xiaoyue formed the last seal in the arena, and hundreds of blazing flames condensed in the sky. The man opposite also knew that this would be Fang Xiaoyue's strongest blow, and did not dare to be careless at all. He squatted down, biting the dagger in his mouth, and his spiritual power was in full swing.
To the extreme, strips of black mist are flowing all over the body.
"A spiritual cultivator with dark attributes." Han Yi was surprised.
Fang Xiaoyue waved her jade hand, and the flames in the sky shot down at the same time. The man opposite had a firm look in his eyes, and the accumulated strength exploded in an instant, rushing towards the flaming meteors. His body turned sharply, and passed through the gaps between the masses of flames.
However, he seemed to completely know the flight path of these flames, and every time he avoided them, he was extremely clever, and the distance of several hundred meters was reached in an instant.
The man appeared in front of Fang Xiaoyue, grabbed the dagger and stabbed her in the throat. The feeling of extreme danger arose in Fang Xiaoyue's mind. This guy had such a terrible sense of fighting. She was secretly surprised and retreated sharply.
The mudras are repeated continuously, and then they are combined.
"Fire Spirit Shield."
A shield condensed with flames emerged. The man's dagger stabbed into the shield. The black spiritual power melted instantly like ice cubes in contact with fire. His pupils contracted and he flew back.
"You still want to leave, defeat me." Fang Xiaoyue shouted angrily, slapping out a palm. The fire shield in front of him shattered and turned into dozens of streams of fire. The man had no time to dodge and could only block with a dagger. However,
The blazing flames completely restrained his dark spiritual power, and every time he blocked, he consumed a large amount of spiritual power.
"Fire Meteor." Fang Xiaoyue's cold voice sounded again, and flames bloomed in the sky again, falling like a meteor with terrifying power.
The man's face turned pale. He gritted his teeth and poured all his spiritual power into the dagger. A layer of black mist erupted from his body, and his figure became erratic, dodging the attacks of clusters of flames. Fang Xiaoyue seemed to have expected that the man would be like this, with delicate hands.
Draw a circle and snap it with one palm.
The flaming meteors suddenly converged towards the room, forming a fire curtain. The man's figure appeared in front of the fire curtain. He spun around and shot out the dagger. The speed was extremely fast. The dagger containing all his power was in the gap formed by the fire curtain.
It flew past, flashed before Fang Xiaoyue's eyes, and stabbed her throat.
Such a desperate counterattack was like a dead end. Fang Xiaoyue put all her energy into the fire curtain and could not resist it. Her face turned pale, and the aura of death enveloped her, cold and terrifying.
However, when the dagger was about to pierce her throat, it was suddenly restrained by an invisible force and could no longer move forward. The man stood in front of the curtain of fire, his face also turned pale.
He was drowned.
If it were a life-and-death battle, both of them would die together.
"Really, I won't admit defeat at all." A voice came to Han Yi's ear. He turned his head, and Zhou Yang came to him without knowing when.
"Yeah." Han Yi nodded in agreement.
"Actually, we Tianmen disciples all got together because we were bullied. Especially Fang Yun and Xiaoyue, who were bullied the most when they first entered the mansion, so they are very strong in their hearts and refuse to admit defeat no matter what.
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"What about you?" Han Yi suddenly turned to look at him.
Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, but it was just bitter.
"I have also been bullied, and I have seen death, so I understand that this is the way the world is. It is never fair, and what we are defending is just an unrealistic ideal that may be crushed by more powerful forces at any time.
"
"You mean, Peacock Pavilion." Han Yi heard the implication of Zhou Yang's words.
"Maybe it's the Peacock Pavilion, maybe it's something else, but no matter what it is, we will not let it destroy what we hold on to, so every disciple of Tianmen is working hard to cultivate and strengthen themselves."
Han Yi listened and fell silent. In the arena, the elder seemed a little embarrassed. Such a situation was rare. The strength of both of them was obvious to all, but even he couldn't tell who was better.
"Let's do this. You two go down and rest first. I'll make a decision after I report this matter to Elder Mu." The elder said after pondering.
"Yes, elder." The two of them exited the ring at the same time. The elder signaled for a pause and left.
In the stands in the distance, Elder Mu and other elders began to think about it after listening to the elder's report.
"Who will fight who next?" Elder Mu asked,
"Han Yi, Feng Wu."
"Then let's do this. No matter who wins the next stop, let Fang Xiaoyue and Mo Ying draw lots. The one who draws the "War" lottery will need to play another game, and the winner will advance."
"Yes, Elder Mu."
After the elder left, Elder Mu looked at the No. 8 arena. Behind the crowd under the arena, Han Yi was carrying a heavy sword and his complexion was as dark as iron. That kind of change must be due to practicing the Dragon Elephant Hegemon Body Technique. This little guy is still
He is following the path of spiritual and physical cultivation, and you should be able to see some of his strength in a while.
"The next match is Han Yi versus Feng Wu." The elder announced loudly after returning to the ring.
As soon as the elder's voice fell, Feng Wu couldn't wait to rush to the ring. Han Yi walked slowly through the crowd and jumped to look at Feng Wu with an expressionless face.
"I heard they said you are very powerful, and you are also the disciple of the master of the palace. I don't know how long you can last under my command. Don't be unable to catch even one move. That won't be fun."
"You give up." Han Yi said coldly.
"What?" Feng Wu was stunned for a moment, looking at Han Yi who didn't believe what he heard, "Did you just ask me to admit defeat?"