"Broken." He shouted lowly, and the sword curtain suddenly rotated, and a suction force came from the center. The blue raindrops that were shot deviated from their original trajectory, fell into the sword curtain, and were shattered.
"The Metamorphosis Sword Technique of the Golden Spirit Jue." The third elder on the high platform looked surprised, "It can actually be used at this level. Yu Sheng's talent is almost as good as Han Yi's three years ago."
He said this, but no one answered him.
On the martial arts stage, Han Yan's face changed drastically. These blue raindrops were the most powerful moves he had practiced so far, but they were broken so easily.
"I give up." Han Yan shook his head and sheathed his sword, "Young Master Yu is really powerful. Your cultivation is probably infinitely close to the realm of a spiritual master."
Han Yusheng smiled, did not answer, turned around and swept off the martial arts stage.
On the other side of the three martial arts stages, a fierce battle was still going on. The two figures were fighting back and forth, and they seemed to be about the same strength. Han Yi glanced at it and withdrew his gaze. Such a fierce battle would not last long. It will not end until the spiritual power of both parties is exhausted, or if one party has a flaw.
"Martial Arts Stage No. 1, Han Yi versus Han Linyu."
Hearing his name, Han Yi walked to the martial arts stage No. 1, and with great strength under his feet, he flew lightly onto the martial arts stage. After a moment, a young-looking boy flew up and landed opposite him.
"Brother Han Yi, long time no see." Han Linyu clasped his fists at Han Yi.
"Do we know each other?" Han Yi looked confused.
"Well, I asked Brother Han Yi here for advice three years ago. At that time, Brother Han Yi was still the number one genius of the Han family. Naturally, I am no match for you."
"By saying this, do you mean that I have lost my spiritual power now, so you have a chance to avenge me?" Han Yi said expressionlessly.
"Of course not." Han Linyu smiled, "I just feel nostalgic. After three years, we are standing on the same martial arts stage again."
"You don't have to have hope, you will lose this time." Han Yi said calmly.
"Hahaha, Brother Han Yi is still as arrogant and domineering as before." Han Linyu laughed, "Then, let me ask you, why are you still so confident three years later?"
He flew up and drew his sword, the silver light flashed out and went straight to Han Yi's throat.
Han Yi did not dodge. The sword was pointed straight at his throat, but it stopped dangerously.
"What, are you going to admit defeat, Brother Han Yi?" Han Linyu looked at Han Yi, a little confused.
"I just don't think your sword can hurt me."
After Han Yi finished speaking, he grabbed the edge of the sword. Han Linyu did not expect such a change, and was shocked. He wanted to withdraw his sword and retreat, but the sword in Han Yi's hand was as if it had been melted into one body by molten iron. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.
Unable to get the sword back from Han Yi, Han Linyu had no choice but to give up. He decisively flew back and kept a distance from Han Yi.
Han Yi held the blade of the sword with both hands, and with the strength of his arms, the sword was extremely bent and broke with a bang. Han Linyu looked at it from a distance, his expression ugly.
Without that sword, it would be difficult for him to use what he has learned. This means that his strength is greatly reduced, and how can he fight with Han Yi.
He shook his head and said.
"I give up."
"Next time, remember not to stop when the sword reaches my throat, otherwise you will still lose."
After Han Yi finished speaking, he turned and left.
Han Linyu looked at his back and smiled bitterly. Three years ago, he was no match for him. Three years later, he lost all his cultivation. Unexpectedly, he was still no match for him.
After the fight between the two ended, the second round of fighting in the other three martial arts arenas had just begun. Han Yi walked to the corner of the martial arts arena, leaning against a big tree and looking at the sky with lonely eyes.
Rustling, a little fox jumped down from the tree, landed on his shoulder, and rubbed its fluffy fox tail against his face.
Han Yi grabbed it, put it in front of his eyes, and pretended to be angry.
"Hey, where have you been these past two days? Do you know if anyone is worried about you?"
The little fox lowered his head, with a guilty look in his eyes. He glanced at Han Yi and quickly lowered his head.
"Forget it, I don't want to talk about you." He put the little fox back on his shoulders, "Remember not to run around in the future. If you encounter a bad person, I won't save you."
Han Yi snorted heavily, and the little fox licked his face with his tongue, feeling a bit ticklish.
"Okay, okay, I forgive you." He held the little fox in his arms and gently touched its little head, "Xiaoyou, you are not allowed to run around anymore, do you understand?"
Zhizhi, Zhizhi, the little fox called in a low voice and nodded.
Under the martial arts stage in the distance, the children of the collateral families looked at Han Yi playing with a little fox under the tree, with strange expressions on their faces.
"This guy seems to have changed a lot."
"Yes, I remember that he used to be an extremely conceited person. How could he be so playful with a fox?"
"Even if there are changes in the past three years since he lost his talent, we have all seen it. Do you think it is possible for a person with such low self-esteem and hiding all his resentment in his heart?"
"impossible."
"Yeah, it's impossible. I have no idea what this guy is thinking right now."
"Forget it, he doesn't care what he is thinking about us."
"Well, that's right. Let's just concentrate on watching the game."
About half a quarter of an hour later, the battle for the top eight finally ended, and the battle for the top four began. Han Yi took the little fox back to the crowd, waited for the referee to read his name, and then went on stage to compete.
"Martial Arts Stage No. 1, Han Yusheng versus Han Xu."
"Martial Arts Stage No. 2, Han Yang versus Han Yutong."
"Martial Arts Stage No. 3, Han Yi versus Han Long."
"Martial Arts Stage No. 4, Han Tian versus Han Ming."
"Martial Arts Stage Three." Han Yi walked over, jumped up and stood up. His opponent Han Long was already ready and waiting for him.
"Your body is very powerful, and I am very interested in your cultivation method. How about we make a bet?" Han Long said in a dull voice.
Han Yi raised his head to look at Han Long. He was only wearing a linen vest, his exposed arm muscles were knotted, and his complexion was as dark as bronze, giving him a powerful and dangerous feeling.
"Oh, bet, what do you want to bet on?" Han Yi became interested. It seems that this direct descendant named Han Long is practicing a body-refining spirit.
"Let's bet on the outcome of this battle. If you lose, I want the body-refining method in your hand."
"What if you lose?"
"If I lose." Han Long lowered his head and thought for a moment, "I can't give you my Body Refining Spirit Technique. This is a family rule. However, I can be your subordinate and help you fight."
"Uh." Han Yi was stunned for a moment. This guy is really smart.
The family members in the audience burst into laughter, and Han Long stared at him angrily.
"What's so funny? I...I don't have anything valuable to bet on."
The fourth elder on the high platform raised his hands to cover his face, secretly thinking that the brat is really embarrassing. What does it mean to bet with nothing valuable? Our family is so poor.
Han Yi looked at him and nodded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Han Long laughed and put his hands together to form a seal. A burst of earthy light arose from his body, covering his whole body. The skin on his body slowly changed from bronze to gray-black, looking like hard rock.
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"Xuanyan Jue, no wonder you have such confidence." Han Yi suddenly realized that he had seen this technique in the family library three years ago, so he had some impressions. If I remember correctly, the fourth elder Han Yun seemed to have practiced this technique as well.
Bu Ling Jue.
"Come on." Han Long took a step forward, rushed towards Han Yi, and smashed down with his big fist.
"Xiaoyou, hide it and don't move around." Han Yi whispered and flew out with the Kuilong Jue. All the muscles in his body began to beat restlessly, and the muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged high.
, that slim-fitting white robe was held up by muscles, making Han Yi look like he was one size larger.
Boom, two fists, one big and one small, collided, the martial arts stage shook violently, and Han Long and Han Yi stepped back a few steps at the same time.
"To be able to compete with Han Long, who practices Xuanyan Jue, without losing. How strong is Han Yi's physical body?"
Some of the direct descendants exclaimed in shock.
"Well done, come on Han Yi."
Someone from the side lineage suddenly shouted, his face looking extremely excited.
Han Yi, who was on the martial arts stage, was stunned and turned around to take a look. He didn't expect that there would be people cheering for him.
After a while, all the disciples from the side clan shouted at the same time.
"Come on Han Yi, you are the pride of our descendants."
"Come on Han Yi, beat him and win the first place in the competition."
"Yes, not only must I defeat him, but I must also win the first place in the competition."
"come on."
Han Yi turned his back to the disciples and smiled involuntarily. For some reason, some inexplicable emotions spread in his heart. He didn't understand what those emotions were until a long time later.
That is something called belonging. He belongs to the Han family, to this family. The dead child actually longed to be recognized by the clan. He was once a genius, but unexpectedly fell and became a waste. In those countless difficult times,
At night, he must have dreamed of standing on this place again one day, with his tribe cheering for him.
At that time, his light will illuminate everyone's eyes, everyone's face, and everyone's future.
The elders on the high platform looked at the subordinate disciples shouting for Han Yi and smiled at each other. This scene was very similar to three years ago, but at that time, they worshiped Han Yi more, and now they even more
There are many expectations.
"They are very optimistic about you and think you will win." Han Long punched out with a sharp sound, his face widening with anger, "But I will crush their hopes."
"You don't have the qualifications, nor the strength." Han Yi took a step forward and punched Han Long. The sound of the fists clashing was loud and dull. His face was expressionless, "Only this time, I will fight for them."