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Seeing the change in the expressions on everyone's faces, Han Zhenshan's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he seemed very satisfied with Han Zifeng's performance, if not, I am afraid that it will be difficult to deter these guys who think very highly of themselves.

Next to Han Zhenshan, a ruddy-faced old man stroked his beard, and the corner of his eye looked at Han Zifeng secretly, and secretly thought in his heart: "This Han Zifeng, it is rumored that he has cultivated to the realm of half-step mystery, but at this time, this breath is not as good as this, could it be that his injuries have not completely healed, and at this time he is just strong and middle-working?" ”

Although this old man was full of doubts in his heart, he did not have any different colors, and his deep eyes were as waveless as a bottomless pool.

The old man's faint afterglow was all taken in by Han Zhenshan, Han Zhenshan's expression was indifferent, he smiled, and said to Han Yu, who was standing behind: "Yu'er, you are also going to participate in the clan competition this time, right?" ”

"Yes!" Han Yu nodded, a fiery look flashing in his eyes.

"This clan comparison is extraordinary, you have to grasp it!" Han Zhenshan narrowed the corners of his eyes, and the two words were particularly heavy.

"Grandpa, rest assured, Yu'er has her own measure!" There was a sly smile on the corner of Han Yu's mouth, he knew that Han Zhenshan was sure of what he said, and the meaning was that he should not use that treasure ding.

"Then you go and sign up!" Han Zhenshan nodded with satisfaction, he believed that Han Yu would definitely pay attention to proportions after talking so much to Han Yu that day.

"Han Yu?"

This is the son of the proud son of heaven! Did he inherit his father's gift?

The hearts of several elders in the VIP seats tightened, and when they found that Han Yu only had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Ninth Fold, their eyes flashed with contempt.

This time, the young cultivators who signed up for the clan competition are all under the congenital level, and the clan comparison of the Han family doesn't matter if they don't look at it, except for Han Zifeng, I am afraid that there will be no such amazing and brilliant children in the Han family.

It's just that this one Han Zifeng is enough to give them a headache.

The contempt of everyone was fully seen by Han Yu, he just smiled faintly, turned his head to look at the man in charge of registering the candidates in the corner of the competition table, and then walked away.

The person in charge of registering the candidates for the clan ratio is a middle-aged man with a rough face and sharp eyes, this person's name is Han Ying, and he is responsible for instructing the younger generations of the Han family on cultivation matters.

Han Ying and Han Zifeng are direct descendants of the Han family, if Han Yu is in the same lineage, Han Yu should be called Uncle Han, and he is also a respected innate master in the Han family.

Han Ying looked at the list he had recorded, and there was a faint sense of loss in his eyes, among the six junior disciples, none of them had entered the innate realm, although there were many ninefold existences in them, which was not bad in ordinary families, but for the Han family, a hundred-year-old family with a population of nearly 1,000, it seemed a little shabby.

"Uncle Han, I want to participate in this clan competition!" Walking to the registration seat, Han Yu shrugged his shoulders and said.

"You!" Hearing the familiar voice, Han Ying slowly raised his head, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The young man in front of him, the stubborn figure immediately came to mind, he guided the Han family to have countless children in the next generation, only the young man in front of him was unforgettable, he had never seen a young man who cultivated so hard in the Han family, but he did not inherit his father's outstanding talent.

"Isn't that possible?" Han Yu's brows tightened.

"Quenching the ninefold?" Glancing at Han Yu in astonishment, Han Ying looked quite shocked, "How did you enter such a realm?" ”

A few months ago, it was rumored that this young man had entered the sixth level of quenching and defeated Han Wei, at that time, he was still a little surprised in his heart, he knew this young man's qualifications well, if there was no help from medicinal materials, it would be extremely difficult to enter the sixth level of quenching, at this time, in just a few months, this son had entered the ninth level of quenching, how could Han Ying not be shocked!

Han Yu spread his hands and smiled faintly, "It's just a fluke, I have unconsciously stepped into the ninth level of quenching, Uncle Han, I am over sixteen years old, there should be no problem in participating in this clan competition!" ”

"Fluke?" Han Ying shook his head with a puzzled face, and then said with a smile, "According to the clan rules, anyone who is sixteen to eighteen years old can participate in this competition, you have to seize this opportunity!" ”

This young man, Han Ying was also quite happy to be able to achieve this achievement. "You wait for a while, and when the time comes, you will make arrangements for the game."

The hour did not come, and Han Yu had to return to the back of the VIP seat again to wait for the game.

When Han Xueying saw Han Yu coming here, she asked this and that, and she was very curious about the progress of Han Yu's cultivation, and Han Yu's perfunctory was directly exchanged for Han Xueying's disdainful eyes.

However, Han Yu was also strange, this girl's cultivation did not seem to be weak, and she had actually entered the realm of the eightfold peak of the quenching body in just a few months.

Han Yu clearly remembered that this Nizi didn't like to practice martial arts, and only started to cultivate under the pressure of Han Zixuan the year before last, but in just three years, she entered the eightfold body quenching, this kind of cultivation talent is enough to shock the Han family, but this Han Xueying is usually alone, and few people know about it.

Thinking of this, Han Yu couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, he was able to cultivate so fast because of the help of that mysterious bead, and the addition of pills, Han Xueying had never taken any elixir!

"Could it be that she is the cultivation genius that has not been encountered in a thousand years?" Han Yu shook his head, and quickly glanced towards Han Zhenshan.

At this time, Han Zhenshan's slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, and he glanced up, and after the scorching sun hanging in the air, he stood up and arched his hand to several elders next to him, and said loudly: "Today is the biennial family of my Han family. ”

The sound was not loud, but it spread to every corner of the playing field, and the originally noisy sound was drowned out.

Suddenly, everyone in the audience stopped the noise one by one, and their eyes gathered on the competition stage, they knew that the Han family's clan competition was about to be held!

As Han Zhenshan's words fell, Han Ying also stood up at this time, and said loudly, "The clansmen who have signed up, according to the old rules, come here to draw lots to select the number of games!" ”

As Han Ying's words fell, the children of the Han family who signed up entered the high platform one by one with great expectations.

There is a bamboo tube in Han Ying's hand, which contains eight bamboo sticks, showing the number of people in the competition, each bamboo stick has a corresponding serial number, if the corresponding is drawn is the opponent of the competition, then the number of games is also arranged according to the serial number.

On the high platform, there are five competition tables specially built for the competition, which is quite spectacular.

Han Yu has also seen it twice in the previous competition, and after drawing a bamboo stick in the bamboo tube and seeing that the number is three, he went directly to a competition table marked three.

The eight descendants of the Han family climbed in excitedly, on the stage of their serial number, their expressions looked quite nervous, this time the competition is related to their status in the clan, if they can stand out, ordinary side children can also get good treatment.

Five of the eight people have entered the quenching ninefold, and it is obvious that in this competition, some cultivators who are weak know that they have no hope of winning, so they did not sign up.

Only one of the eight children of the Han family has entered the late stage of the quenching body, and this situation makes the elders of the major families unable to raise the slightest interest to watch.

The people of the Han family seemed quite excited about this, and before the game started, they kept cheering for the people they knew.

When Han Yu boarded the competition stage, with a 'bang', a dull sound, a figure appeared, and it came into view.

It was a young man with a round body like a leather ball, and his huge legs like an elephant seemed quite difficult to step into the competition platform, and as soon as the footsteps fell, the whole competition platform shook for a while, and the fat on his face kept trembling, which looked funny!

Looking at such a fat opponent, Han Yu couldn't help but smash his tongue, this young man's body was only twice as big as him, and it was really hard to imagine what this young man had grown up eating.

"My name is Han Shou, please advise!" The young man's steps were difficult to step forward, and the entire competition platform shook with each step, which made Han Yu can't help but feel glad for the foresight of those ancestors of the Han family, if this competition platform was made of wood, he was afraid that it would have already been broken by this person.

"Han Yu." Han Yu looked up and down, this Han Shou, but there was not the slightest contempt in his eyes.

This Han Shou seems to be fat and bloated, but his body contains explosive power, and every time his body shakes, there are fluctuations in strength, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the quenching body, and he is only one step away from that late stage.

As the personnel from each competition stage arrived, Han Ying gestured slightly to the juniors of the clan, and immediately shouted, "The clan competition begins!" ”

"Whew!"

As these words fell, the juniors of the Han family were gearing up one by one, and they had already begun to launch fierce attacks, and in an instant, the fist wind was whistling and the palm shadows were flickering, which looked quite spectacular.

The cultivators of the realm of quenching the body, in addition to the comprehension of combat skills, that is, the hard regret of strength, there is not much fancy, some innate masters have no intention of watching at all, but those who quench the body cultivators are extremely hot, hoping to be able to comprehend in this.

Han Yu's eyes stared at Han Shou like electricity, paying attention to every movement of his body, and even the rhythm of his breathing was also under Han Yu's control.

"Han Yu, be careful!" Han Shou trembled faintly between his words, and the young man in front of him, the sharp light in his eyes made him feel a chill in his heart, this feeling had never been felt before when facing other clansmen.

"After all, it's a greenhouse flower that has never been experienced." Seeing Han Shou's nervous appearance, Han Yu smiled faintly, "You just let the horse come!" ”

After passing through the Taiyan Mountain Range, compared with people of the same age, he is relatively mature in both mind and courage.

"Whew!"

Han Shou clenched his fists, and the big fist slammed towards Han Yu is punch, the fist was fierce, and the momentum was even two points stronger than ordinary people.

"Zhenshan Fist, there is such momentum, it seems that you have put in a lot of hard work!" Han Yu was slightly surprised.

Han Shou's punch style was not only sluggish because of his body shape, but when he punched out, the fat that was originally trembling and drooping was all tensed, and every cell in his body erupted with violent force, and finally converged on that fist, such a situation Han Yu was really unheard of.

You must know that the strength exerted by the human body is completely emitted by the muscles, and it is often difficult for this fat to get an auxiliary role, but at this time, Han Shou broke this rule and actually used every fat in his body, and that kind of strength is several times better than ordinary people!

"Hehe, my dad said that as long as it is applied properly, every cell and tissue in the body can play its due role." Han Shou sneered, but that punch smashed towards Han Yu without hesitation......

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