He stood on the stage and looked at Han Kun with an expressionless face.
When the gong sounded, Han Yi took a step back and looked at Han Kun pretending to be wary.
"Huh, trash is trash. You're scared before I even take action."
"So much nonsense, come hit me if you have the guts."
Han Yi pretended to be calm, and Han Kun laughed and rushed out. The long knife in his hand swayed with a silvery light and slashed towards Han Yi's neck, trying to take his head.
He rolled on the spot, hid to one side, and quickly distanced himself from Han Kun.
"Oh, my reaction speed is not bad." Han Kun said, taking a step forward, his speed increased to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, he appeared next to Han Yi, slashing with his sword, and at the same time shouted angrily, "I'm not that idiot Han Hao.
, will give you a chance."
Han Yi's pupils shrank, he jumped up from the ground quickly, and kicked Han Kun in the way.
"Ah..." Han Kun let out a heart-breaking scream, and the long knife fell out of his hand. Han Yi, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the knife and slashed it with all his strength.
Han Kun endured the severe pain and fell backwards, avoiding the knife. He slapped the ground with his palm and moved away from Han Yi.
Han Yi didn't pursue him and just looked at him from a distance with calm eyes. But Han Kun felt cold in his heart when he looked into his eyes. Han Yi was so calm, so calm that it made people feel scared. That's what a waste should be like.
The look in his eyes?
A question arose in Han Kun's mind, but that question was quickly dissipated by his anger. He was actually hit by that trash, and in such a shameful way.
"Han Yi, I'm going to kill you." Han Kun jumped up from the ground, his face flushed, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
A stream of khaki spiritual power surged out of Han Kunde's body, covering his whole body. He clenched his fists so hard that his joints cracked.
"Xuanyan Jue." Han Yi thought to himself.
Well, the martial arts stage shook slightly, and Han Kun in the distance suddenly disappeared from his sight. In an instant, he appeared in front of him, and a fist covered with aura hit his head.
Han Yi's expression changed greatly, and the sword was raised horizontally. The loud sound was deafening. Han Yi's small body was shot backwards. The sword fell out of his hand, flew down to the stage of the martial arts performance, and was inserted diagonally into the soil.
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"Hahaha, you loser. Just because you came to participate in the family competition, you are overestimating your capabilities." Han Kun walked to Han Yi with big steps and kicked him, "Get out of here."
At the early stage of spiritual disciple's cultivation, he was unable to exert even 30% of the power of Xuanyan Jue. A sneer appeared on Han Yi's face, he slapped the ground with his palm and jumped up. At the same time, an invisible wave instantly dispersed in all directions. Han Kun
His movements were stagnant and his eyes were blank. When he came to his senses again, Han Yi had appeared behind him and kicked him out.
With his current situation of landing on one foot, it was impossible to block Han Yi's attack. He flew down and fell under the martial arts stage.
The family members in the audience looked at Han Yi who had won, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"Damn, this piece of trash is so lucky."
"Han Kun is so arrogant that he even dared to stand on one foot, but he was caught in the act."
"He deserves to be thrown into the mud." Those family members whispered, but their voices still reached Han Yi's ears. After practicing Kui Long Jue, his five senses and six senses were strengthened more than ten times.
So many people, their hearing is naturally much better than that of ordinary people.
Soon the first day of the competition came to an end. During this period, Han Yi went through several more competitions. Without exception, these competitions were all under Luo You's control, allowing him to win inexplicably. Because of this, many onlookers
Every time after he won, the family members attributed it to Han Yi's good luck. Because in their opinion, in those competitions, the opponent must have made mistakes. Otherwise, how could a loser like him win?
He stood on the martial arts stage, looking at the girl opposite, frowning slightly. This was his last battle today, and as long as he won, he would enter the top eight battle tomorrow.
The disciples watching in the audience looked at Han Yi and whispered, and some even shouted loudly, defeat this loser, don't let this loser enter the top eight competition by luck.
"Did you hear that?" The girl opposite looked at Han Yi and said, "You won all because of luck, and this time, you are facing me, not those collateral descendants who are not even as good as trash."
"My direct descendants always feel that they are superior." Han Yi sneered and said in a contemptuous tone, "I won't hit women, so just give up."
What? Did I hear that right? The family members in the audience suddenly froze one by one. They looked at Han Yi in disbelief, wondering if he was crazy. Does he know who the person standing opposite him was?
"Han Yi, you loser, do you think you can defeat Miss Yin just by relying on luck?" Someone said scornfully, "Do you know who Miss Yin is? She is a disciple personally trained by the Great Elder. This competition will be the first.
One of the most popular candidates, possessing the cultivation level of a late spiritual disciple."
"A disciple of the Great Elder?" Han Yi turned to look at Han Yong on the high platform and said something that shocked everyone, "I'm afraid I will disappoint the Great Elder this time."
"What did you say?" Han Yin looked at Han Yi, a little funny, "You mean I will lose? Lose to you, a loser?"
There was a burst of boos under the martial arts stage, and Han Yi felt a sense of reluctance for some reason. It was the obsession left by the dead Han Yi. He was originally a genius, the number one genius in the Han family, but in the past
In the past three years, he has become a joke, a trash that everyone can trample on, and he is not willing to accept it.
"Are you unwilling?" Han Yi raised his hand to hold his chest, "Then let me heal your unwillingness."
In a far corner, Han Yusheng looked at him with a disdainful smile on his lips.
When everyone thought Han Yi didn't know what was going on, only one person looked at Han Yi with a look of expectation in his eyes. That person was Han Mofeng, his father, the father of the dead child.
"Luo You, don't take action for a while."
"Know."
When the gong sounded, Han Yin stepped forward, crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to Han Yi, and punched him. Han Yi did not dodge, waiting for Han Yin's fist to approach. The family members in the audience were suddenly excited.
Get up, haha, this guy must have been so frightened by Miss Yin's speed that he didn't react at all.
But what happened in the next second shocked them. Han Yi also punched out, and collided with Han Yin's fist. The two powerful forces collided. Han Yin's face changed drastically, and his body fell back dozens of times.
step.
She looked at Han Yi's expressionless face in disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
The family members in the audience were all the same, with their mouths wide open and looking at him in disbelief.
"How is that possible?"
The great elder on the high platform saw Han Yin being knocked back by Han Yi's punch, and his pupils suddenly tightened. Han Yin practiced the same spiritual art as him. The Golden Armor Art not only has strong defense, but also has a strength higher than the same level. The spiritual cultivator was much more terrifying, but he didn't expect that Han Yi would punch him back without using his spiritual power.
"What's going on with this kid? Why is his body so terrifying?"
The elder said in a low voice and turned to look at Han Mofeng. But Han Mofeng just stared at Han Yi, with no expression on his face. It was not clear whether he was surprised or surprised.
In the distance, Han Yusheng's face slowly became serious. He stared at Han Yi and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Han Yi, you loser, did you take some medicine to stimulate your body's potential?" Han Yin glared angrily and shouted loudly.
Han Yi shook his head and said coldly.
"Are you unwilling to accept your defeat? Or do you think you lose to a loser like me and have no face to face the great elder?"
"You... don't speak too early, I haven't lost yet."
Han Yin made a seal, and a dark golden light rose from his body.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark golden light suddenly condensed and turned into a layer of solid chain light armor, which was worn on Han Yin's body.
"Let's see how you fight me this time."
She flew out and waved her fists, like dense raindrops falling on Han Yi's body.
"The great elder taught him well, but Han Yin, who is only a late-stage spiritual disciple, was able to condense such a level of golden armor." The second elder said, "Now that he has golden armor to protect his body, he is sure of victory."
"The second elder is ridiculous. She can condense golden armor because her understanding is good enough." The first elder said with a smile.
"Two elders, it's too early to tell the outcome." Han Yun, the fourth elder, shook his head and said, "Han Yi obviously deliberately concealed his physical strength in the previous battles, but now it is clear that he is determined to enter the finals. , besides, it’s him, not Han Yin, who has the upper hand now.”
"Fourth Elder, you are optimistic about Han Yi. Although he is physically strong, he can't drive his spiritual power. After all, his achievements are limited and he is embarrassingly useless." The Second Elder said coldly, "Since you said the outcome is unknown, why not let us fight again? It’s a bet.”
"Okay, what's the bet?"
"Just bet on the Hailing Pills I lost to you just now. If you lose, return the ten Hailing Pills to me. If I lose, I will give you ten more Hailing Pills."
"Okay." The fourth elder smiled, "I won't suffer any loss anyway."
But at this time, on the martial arts stage, the competition between Han Yi and Han Yin was in a fierce stage. The two of them were going back and forth, and dense punches were exchanged in the air, making a dull sound.
Han Yi punched Han Yin's crossed arms, stepped back and looked at her expressionlessly.
"What, are you planning to admit defeat?" Han Yin said with a smile.
"Do you think it's possible?" Han Yi said lightly, "I'm wondering if it's time to end playing with you for so long?"
"A tough talk can't break my defense. Let's see how you can win."
"Do you really think that I can't break your defense?" A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
As Han Yi spoke, he leaned forward, knees slightly bent, and the knotted muscles under the white robe bulged high, like dragons beating restlessly.
Seemingly realizing that Han Yi's next attack would be an extremely terrifying and shocking blow, Han Yin flew back, putting his hands in a defensive posture and looking extremely alert.
Phew, a terrible wave of air arose on the martial arts stage, and the sound of breaking through the air was as sharp as metal scraping glass. Han Yi's figure flashed in front of Han Yin, turned around, and struck down with his right leg like a whip, falling down.