"Bastard, you're looking for death!" Ding Lei's face changed suddenly, and he released the momentum of cultivation to condense the whole body and force it towards Bai Lan.

Bai Lan suddenly felt a burst of irresistible pressure coming towards her, staggered back three steps, and each step back left half-inch-deep footprints on the ground, Bai Lan bent her knees, her forehead was full of sweat, and she trembled and couldn't hold on.

"Kneel down for me!" Ding Lei shouted, Bai Lan's pressure increased suddenly, and her knees were a little bent.

"Retreat!" Han Hao, who was standing beside Bai Lan, took a step forward, clenched his fist with his right hand and blasted out directly at Ding Lei.

"I can't help myself!" Ding Lei looked at Han Hao's fist with disdain, and directly hit Han Hao's fist with a palm.

"Boom"

At the moment of the collision, Ding Lei took two steps back one after another.

"How is it possible!" Ding Lei looked at his palm in disbelief, a little numb. He saw that Han Hao didn't take his attack seriously, but he also used eight points of strength in this palm, but he didn't expect that he would fall behind.

"Bastard!" Ding Lei suddenly felt a big loss of face, and mobilized the strength of his whole body to slash at Han Hao again, this time he used ten percent of his strength.

"Ding Lei, you dare!" Mu Qinghe shouted when she saw this scene, although she didn't have a good impression of Han Hao, but Han Hao was trying to give Bai Lan a head, how could she let him be hurt, and at this time, she also mobilized the vitality in her body to help Han Hao.

"Get out!" Han Hao saw Ding Lei's palm, and immediately launched his martial arts to resist.

"Stacking Fists"

"Boom..."

A series of air waves sounded, directly bombarding Ding Lei's body, and every time there was a sound, Ding Lei took a step back.

"Poof!" After Ding Lei withdrew from the nine steps and stood still, a mouthful of blood involuntarily spurted out of his mouth.

"This..."Mu Qinghe was a little incredulous when he saw this scene.

"Little bastard, I want you dead!" Ding Lei took out a long knife from the ring at this time.

"Half Moon Slash" A cold light flashed, and the long knife slashed out and came directly towards Han Hao's front door.

"Stop!" Han Hao was just about to make a move, when a loud shout suddenly came from high in the sky, and the knife qi emitted by Ding Lei was actually dispersed by this shout.

"King Realm!" Han Hao's eyes shrank and he withdrew his fist.

"Use force without authorization in the martial arts arena, what do you think of my martial arts arena!" A figure floated by and appeared between Han Hao and Ding Lei, and the two qi machines firmly locked on Han Hao and Ding Lei, Han Hao's face became a little unnatural, and Ding Lei didn't dare to move, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

"Deacon Wang!" At this time, Mu Qinghe helped Bai Lan to greet him.

"Well, it's Miss Qinghe!" Deacon Wang looked back and saw Mu Qinghe smile.

"I'm sorry, my friend and that person had a misunderstanding just now, we understand the rules of the martial arts arena, and we won't lose a cent in compensation!" Mu Qinghe stepped forward and saluted Deacon Wang.

"Miss Qinghe laughed, how dare the old man ask you for compensation, since it is a misunderstanding, forget it, but Miss Qinghe still advises your friend not to be impulsive, don't make it difficult for the old man to do!" "Deacon Wang hurriedly hugged his fists in return, how dare he ask for Mu Qinghe's compensation, the martial arts arena still needs the care of the city lord of Huntian City in Hun Tian City, and it is really impossible to offend Mu Qing He for a trivial matter.

"Then thank you!" Mu Qinghe didn't say anything more, he knew Deacon Wang's thoughts, his father was an elder of the Huntian Sect and the city lord of the Huntian City, and ordinary people had to give themselves some face, not to mention that his father was also a master of the Heavenly Mandate Period.

"What is the matter with Miss Qinghe coming here?" Deacon Wang did not leave directly, such a good opportunity to get on the line with Mu Qinghe, he couldn't let it go.

"This is my friend, he wants to participate in the selection of disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect in five days, this is not to get a place on the Tianjiao List here. Mu Qinghe pointed at Han Hao and said.

"Oh?" Deacon Wang looked at Han Hao carefully.

"Half-step Tongxuan repels Tongxuan on the first floor, this kid is a talent!" Deacon Wang nodded, he didn't observe Han Hao carefully at all when he first came.

"It's easy, I'll ask someone to arrange it right away!" Deacon Wang casually summoned a waiter and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Let's go to the stage first, I guess it will be his turn soon!" Deacon Wang made a gesture of invitation to Mu Qinghe.

Han Hao and the others sat in the center of the stands, and this position generally required five thousand tickets for medium-grade spirit stones to be eligible to sit here.

Han Hao set his eyes on the ring below, there were two martial artists fighting in each of the fifty rings, but most of them were over twenty years old, and these people should be people who often mingled in the martial arts arena.

"Look at the twelfth ring, Batian is going to win!"

"If you win this time, you will win forty-seven games in a row!"

"Of course, he has a good chance of winning a hundred games in a row, and how many people in the ninth layer of the Enlightenment God are his opponents!"

As soon as Han Hao sat down, he was attracted by the sounds around him, and set his eyes on the twelfth ring.

"Colossus Impact" Batian mobilized eighty percent of the aura in his body to condense a loud phantom on his fist and rushed towards his opponent, the other person did not fight hard and took a step to the left with his left foot, the whole body bent downward, and with the power of his right foot, he kicked violently, moved to the right front of Batian to avoid the blow, and at the same time his right fist aimed at Batian's waist and slammed out.

"Kick Kick" Batian took three steps back in a row and couldn't believe it, this kid actually repelled himself completely with the strength of his body.

"Let me go down!" Batian's opponent took advantage of the situation to pursue, and once again threw a punch at Batian's chest.

"Boom" Batian didn't have time to take precautions, and was directly blasted out of the ring by this punch and fell to the ground.

"Defeat the sky, Xiao Shengsheng!" announced the referee of the martial arts arena at this time.

"How can you be? Batian was defeated!"

"I pressed a hundred medium-grade spirit stones on Batian, that's all my belongings!"

"Who has never heard of this Xiao Sheng?"

At this time, Deacon Wang, who was sitting next to Mu Qinghe, nodded with satisfaction.

"Deacon Wang, if I'm not mistaken, this Xiao Sheng should be the martial artist who won in your martial arts arena half a year ago!" Mu Qinghe asked.

"Miss Qinghe has a good memory, Xiao Sheng has joined our martial arts arena since then, and now he is also a member of our martial arts arena!" Deacon Wang replied.

"It's a bit unauthentic for you to do this!" Mu Qinghe said with a slight frown.

"Miss Qinghe, forgive me, this is also the rule of the martial arts arena, if the spirit stones are taken away, then we will drink the northwest wind!" Deacon Wang secretly scolded himself in his heart.

"That's true!" Hearing this, Mu Qinghe nodded and didn't say anything more, and Deacon Wang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Mu Qinghe's father, Mu Tian, has absolute power over life and death in Hun Tian City, and Mu Qinghe is Mu Tian's only daughter, and he loves him very much.

"Lord Deacon, there is a martial artist on the Tianjiao list who has signed up now, do you want to arrange it!" At this time, a waiter walked up.

"This..."Deacon Wang set his eyes on Mu Qinghe, and Mu Qinghe glanced at Han Hao.

"Let's start with him!" Han Hao nodded, he hadn't moved his hands and feet for a long time, and he couldn't wait at this time.

"In the next battle of Tianjiao, the martial artist Han Hao challenged the three thousand four hundred martial artists on the Tianjiao list. Seeing Deacon Wang nodding, the referee in the ring announced.

"Finally someone has challenged the Tianjiao list!"

"Well, it's still more interesting to see the battle of Tianjiao!" The people in the stands were gearing up one by one, eager to fight by themselves.

"Who are you betting on?"

"Of course it's Baili Wu, not everyone is qualified to challenge the Tianjiao List!"

Han Hao got up from the platform and walked slowly to the direction of the ring.

At this time, Bai Liwu, who was fighting against Han Hao, was already standing in the ring.

"Are you going to challenge the Tianjiao List?" Seeing Han Hao slowly walking into the ring, Baili Wu was a little angry, how could he say that he was also a genius on the Tianjiao List, Han Hao's attitude was too unserious!

"That's right!" Han Hao nodded.

"Ten moves, if you can insist on ten moves under my hands, I will automatically admit defeat!" Baili Wu glanced at Han Hao.

"I'll do my best!" Han Hao didn't say anything, this hundred-mile martial arts talent enlightened the fourth-level cultivation, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"This kid is really humiliating!" Bai Lan in the stands shook his head and said a little boringly.

"Pai Yun Palm!" Bai Li Wu took the lead in slapping out his palm, and a dazzling white light rose up and broke away from his palm and attacked Han Hao.

Han Hao stood in place, his face unchanged, slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist and gently slammed it forward, as if he hadn't even mobilized the star element power in his body.

"Boom!"

The palm was suddenly shattered, and Bailiwu's whole body kept retreating like a kite with a broken string, and the whole person fell into the ring all the time.

"This is impossible!" Bai Liwu stood under the ring with some disbelief, the full force of his fourth-layer cultivation of enlightenment could not even withstand Han Hao's fluttering punch, which made him a little surprised.

"Old Han is also too violent, did he defeat the fourth-layer martial artist of the Enlightenment God with just one punch with his physical strength?" Bai Lan originally thought that this game was not very good-looking, but Han Hao's performance surprised him a little.

"Han Haosheng has successfully entered the Tianjiao List and ranks three thousand four hundred!" The referee on the side of the ring announced, this kind of competition in front of everyone can be recognized by Tianji Pavilion, and Han Hao's name has appeared on the Tianjiao List.

"Do you want to continue the challenge or take a break?" asked the referee in the ring to Han Hao.

"Go ahead!"

"Okay, the next battle between Han Hao and Wu Li. ”

After the referee was announced, a martial artist who looked to be twenty-one or twelve years old jumped into the ring and stood opposite Han Hao.

"Fifth Layer of Enlightenment!" Han Hao shook his head when he saw someone coming.

"Boy, what do you mean!" Wu Li shook his head when he saw Han Hao glancing at him, and suddenly became a little puzzled.

"It's too weak!" Han Hao said softly.

"What? bastard, look at the move!" Wu Li was furious.

"Flying Star Fist" Wu Li stepped out of the whole person with a sweep, and the huge fist went straight to Han Hao's face.