"It doesn't matter if he's or not, I'll try his strength first. An old student with a giant axe in his hand swept down from the high platform, and his steps were even stepping, but he rushed directly towards Han Yi without the slightest greeting.

Boom, boom, boom, the fighting battlefield shook slightly, Han Yi looked at the old man who looked like a big man in surprise, he could cause such a movement, which showed the strength of the other party.

"Body Refining Spiritual Formula. ”

Han Yi smiled, stepped forward, and punched out. The Great Axe slashed down, and the air let out a shriek of tearing.

The onlookers had different expressions when they saw that Han Yi was actually planning to directly resist the Great Han's plate axe with his flesh and blood.

"Is this kid looking for death? The mad lion technique cultivated by Xiahou is powerful, and the mountain axe is even sharper and heavier, not to mention flesh and blood, even stainless steel can't resist it. Someone scoffed.

"Looking at that kid's appearance, he shouldn't be incompetent, and he must rely on it to do so. "Some people have a different view.

However, in the next moment, all the arguments were shattered by Han Yi's strength. He slammed his fist into the blade of Xiahou's mountain-opening axe, and sparks exploded.

In the loud sound of vibration, Xiahou retreated more than a dozen steps backwards, his face flushed, and his blood surged. His arm was numb as he held the mountain opening axe, and his gaze at Han Yi became solemn.

"Good boy, I can't see that you have also cultivated the body refining spirit technique, not bad. Xia Hou's face was serious, "Next, I'm going to start getting serious." ”

"Please give me advice. Han Yi clenched his fists.

"Well, I'll teach you well. ”

Xiahou's voice was like thunder, a layer of amber aura appeared on his body, and the roar of the lion came out of his body, revealing the majesty of the king of all beasts.

Whew, he appeared in front of Han Yi in a flash, and the mountain opening axe slashed down with the power of ten thousand catties. Han Yi's face was expressionless, bending his knees, sinking his legs, boom, and the fighting battlefield under his feet shook again.

"How is this ...... Possibly?"

The onlookers all showed expressions of disbelief, and in the battle, Han Yi actually put his hands together and clamped the mountain opening axe that Xiahou had chopped.

Xiahou's face turned red, holding the mountain axe in both hands, his muscles were beating, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. However, no matter how hard he tried, the mountain-opening axe was motionless, and Han Yi's palm seemed to have the power of ten thousand jun, and it couldn't be shaken at all.

"The mad lion, the iron lion roars. ”

He suddenly opened his big mouth, and a huge roar came out of his throat, and an invisible sound wave fell towards Han Yi's head.

Han Yi's face turned slightly pale, and he was caught off guard and almost made the lion's roar tremble, but with the strength of his spiritual power, he naturally recovered in an instant.

Seeing that Han Yi's eyes had not changed at all in his iron lion roar, Xia Hou's eyes were full of incredulity.

"The lion roars, nothing more. Han Yi snorted coldly, and his hands suddenly exerted force, pushing the mountain axe away in an instant, and blasted out with a punch.

Bang, Xia Hou was hit in the chest, and the whole person flew out uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.

Before he could stand up, Han Yi suddenly appeared in front of him again, and with a punch, the air around him seemed to freeze under that punch, and Xia Hou couldn't dodge.

"I throw in the towel. ”

Xia Hou shouted, Han Yi's small fist stopped in front of his eyes, the solidified air flowed again, and the terrifying power disappeared silently.

"I conceded. Han Yi closed his fist and arched his hand.

The cold sweat on his forehead rolled down one after another, Xia Hou breathed a sigh of relief, Han Yi's punch was not something he could resist at all, if it fell, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Senior Brother Han is really amazing. Xiahou smiled bitterly, and suddenly changed his words, "But I heard that the Mansion Master accepted one person as an apprentice in this year's freshmen, and that person is also called Han Yi." ”

Han Yi smiled, his eyes swept over the high platform watching the battle, and the eyes of hundreds of people were locked on him, either expecting or fanatical.

"Yes, it's just the teacher's personal disciple. ”

Hearing Han Yi admit it in person, there was an uproar on the high platform, and many old students felt incredible. Han Yi has only been in the mansion for half a year, and his strength can already be compared to an old student at the level of the Spirit Sect, which is simply incredible.

"I remember he wasn't like this a few months ago, why is his complexion all darker now?"

"Cut, I really don't know anything, looking at the power he broke out just now, this is obviously the result of cultivating a certain body refining spirit technique. ”

"I see. ”

After Xiahou left, Han Yi spoke lightly again.

"Please ask the next senior brother to give me advice. ”

Zhang Yisheng came to ask for advice. ”

Somewhere on the platform, a young man in a blue robe, about twenty years old, flew down.

"Zhang Yisheng, before he ranked among the top 100 in the last foreign competition, his strength was not bad. An old student said.

"Well, this one's strength is much stronger than Xiahou, I wonder if Han Yi can beat him?"

"If you look at it, you'll know. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang. Han Yi saluted.

"Senior Brother Han, you dare to start a gambling war with the cultivation of the late stage of the Spirit Master, you are still the first person in hundreds of years. Zhang Yisheng said with a smile, but he didn't know whether to praise or mock.

Han Yi didn't answer, just smiled, raised his hand, and a surging spiritual power began to condense.

"Hubris. Seeing that Han Yi ignored him, Zhang Yisheng said angrily.

Qiang, the long sword came out of its sheath, cutting through the air, and a silver sword light suddenly appeared in front of Han Yi's eyes, piercing straight into his eyes.

Han Yi raised his hand, his seemingly slow movements were unexpectedly fast, and the sword light that stabbed at his fingertips collapsed and disappeared. He actually caught a sword stabbed by Zhang Yisheng with two fingers.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yisheng's pupils shrank suddenly, after watching the battle between Han Yi and Xiahou, he naturally knew that Han Yi's physical body was extremely powerful, not afraid of swords, and even his strength was extremely terrifying, but he dared to catch his sword with two fingers, which was simply an insult to him.

"Bastard. Zhang Yisheng's spiritual power exploded, and the golden light enveloped his body, revealing a thick sharp aura.

He slapped the hilt of the sword, and the long sword spun out of Han Yi's fingers, and golden light splattered out, like sharp needles.

Han Yi's footsteps moved slightly, his body was beating like lightning, and all the sword rays were missing. Zhang Yisheng flew up and grabbed the long sword, dancing wildly in the air.

"Jin Xuan Sword Technique, Thirteen Swords Splitting the Sky. ”

WhewW...... A series of thirteen golden sword rays shot down, each of which was extremely slender, like a golden wire tens of meters long.

"Glimps. ”

Hmph, Han Yi flashed around on the fighting battlefield, and phantoms appeared, and those phantoms split into two under the golden sword, boom, boom, explosions kept sounding in the fighting battlefield, and the golden bombardment exploded on the ground.

"It's terrible speed. The old students saw that Han Yi had completely dodged those sword attacks, and their faces were solemn.

Zhang Yisheng fell from the sky, his gaze fixed on Han Yi, the golden light on the long sword condensed, dazzling like a knife.