"Don't get too happy, it's our turn in the next round!" Fang Ling said.

Ten minutes later, the battle of Han Hao's group was over.

"In the next round, 1101 to 1200 will be in the ring. ”

"It's finally our turn!" Su Yumeng said eagerly.

"Well, fight well, if you can't fight, admit defeat, it's not a shameful thing!" Han Hao told a few people.

"Okay, got it!" Su was depressed, and the six of them walked to the ring one after another.

Su Yumeng's luck was better, her opponent was a ninth-level martial artist with a vein, and she won without a few convergences. Su Qing's luck is not bad, his opponent is also Yun Dan layer, although he has fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, maybe it is because Su Qing's poisonous yuan power is too domineering, and after more than ten rounds, his opponent has exhausted his yuan power and is unable to fight again. Zhong Xia, Fang Ling, and Leng Rou were more unlucky, their opponents were all martial artists in the Yun Dan period, even if their cultivation was good, but the hurdle of the Yun Dan period was not so easy to cross, and the three of them were all defeated. Only Leng Rou's performance is more eye-catching, if it weren't for the fact that the quality of the true qi is not as good as Yuan Li's, it is likely that she will win.

Shen Turan is more miserable, although he is already the first layer of Yun Dan, but his opponent is indeed the fourth layer of Yun Dan.

"Colossus Impact" Shen Turan mobilized eighty percent of the vitality in his body and condensed a loud phantom on his fist and rushed towards Li Ziming, Shen Turan continued to take a step to the left with his left foot, his whole body bent downward, and with the help of the power of his right foot, he kicked violently, and his right fist was aimed at Li Ziming's waist and slammed out.

"Wow, blah" Li Ziming took three steps back in disbelief, this kid actually repelled himself.

At this time, the vitality in Shen Turan's body had almost been consumed, and he stood in the ring with his whole body.

"Brother, good ability, if your cultivation is a little stronger, I may really not be your opponent!" Li Ziming rubbed his waist where he had just received the attack and said.

"Really, then you're taking my move!" Shen Turan mobilized the last remaining vitality in his body to attack again, "Guiyuan Palm", a huge palm directly towards Li Ziming.

Li Ziming didn't expect Shen Turan to launch such a strong attack, he couldn't dodge for a while, and hurriedly blocked the knife in his hand on the top of his head, and staggered back towards the edge of the ring, until he pushed to the edge of the ring, his face changed greatly at this time, but he didn't expect that he didn't block it with his own cultivation, and when he stepped on his left foot and fell into the ring, he knew that he had lost.

"1105 wins, 1106 defeats!" the referee announced again, although Han Hao and they came together, their numbers were not connected, because there was more than one person who signed up for the level, so they were all staggered.

"Brother Shen Tu, you are so powerful, you have defeated someone who is higher than your cultivation!" Zhong Xia helped Shen Turan, her eyes full of envy.

"It's just luck, the opponent is too careless!" said Shen Turan disapprovingly.

"Okay, you hurry up and recover, there will be a second round later!" Han Hao took out two spirit stones and stuffed them into Shen Turan's hands.

When the sun was about to set, after several rounds of fierce battles, there were finally a hundred people left in the field, except for Han Hao, several people of the Xingyan Mercenary Group had all failed, among these hundred people, the lowest cultivation was Han Hao's Yundan fifth layer, and the highest cultivation was a Yundan ninth-level peak martial artist who looked very young, only eighteen or nineteen years old, as if he was from the only emperor-level mercenary group in West Wind City, the Heavenly Fury Mercenary Group.

"Now for the final round, please find your opponent to compete. ”

At this time, Han Hao's opponent was a martial artist of the seventh layer of Yun Dan called Tianfeng, and he was the captain of a king-level mercenary group, but he was injured because of the battle in front of him, and his breath was a little unstable at this time, but when he saw that his opponent was actually two levels lower than him, he still decided to fight.

"Pai Yun Palm!" Tianfeng slapped out with a palm, and a dazzling white light rose out of 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 punched forward, as if he hadn't even mobilized Xingyuan power.

"Boom!"

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

"This is impossible!" Tianfeng stood under the ring with some disbelief, the full force of his Yun Dan seventh-layer cultivation could not even withstand Han Hao's light punch, which made him a little surprised.

"It's so cool!" Han Hao couldn't help but be excited when he stood in the ring, since he had cultivated the Yuan Shi Xing Sutra body refining body to break through the late stage of the Yang Ming Realm, he didn't know that his physical body was so strong, basically a martial artist at the Yun Dan level could deal with it with the strength of his body alone.

"1099 wins, 0567 defeat!" "The referee doesn't care what kind of cultivation you have, as long as you get out of the ring, you will lose."

"My God, how do I feel that Brother Hao's victory this time is easier than the first round!" Su Qing was so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"This kid, I really want to see what else he is capable of!" Wan Ziming was also shocked on stage at this time, he didn't know that Han Hao's physical strength was so strong after knowing him for so long.

"Brother Wan, do you know this kid?" asked a middle-aged man not far from Wan Ziming's side with a gloomy face.

"Liu Qingyang, don't call me a brother, you are just a brute, you are not worthy!" Wan Ziming's face turned cold, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Wan Ziming, Wan Ziming, after so many years, do you really want to be my enemy for Qiu Hongling's dead woman?" Liu Qingyang's face also became gloomy.

"Liu Qingyang, remember, sooner or later, one day I want your Qingyang mercenary group to leave no chickens and dogs!" Wan Ziming gritted his teeth and looked at Liu Qingyang, eager to eat him alive.

"Hmph, then you can try!" Liu Qingyang's body suddenly erupted with an invisible power, and judging by his momentum, his cultivation should have reached the level of the Three Tribulation Kings.

"That's enough, if you have any grudges, get out of the way and settle them!" At this time, a middle-aged man who looked very handsome in the middle of Wan Ziming and Liu Qingyang spoke, he was the leader of the Heavenly Fury Mercenary Regiment of the Emperor Mercenary Regiment of West Wind City, and the head of the Mercenary Guild of West Wind City, Wei Luo, the Eighth Order Emperor.

As soon as they saw that Wei Luo had already spoken, Wan Ziming and Liu Qingyang were like good babies, and they suddenly died down and sat down honestly.

Han Hao's battle here ended quickly, while the battles in the other rings had just begun, except for some martial artists who were injured in the previous round and quickly withdrew from the competition, the remaining dozen or so rings were still in full swing.

"Look at the No. 8 ring, Liu Hong is already about to win!"

"Liu Hong is the grandson of the leader of the Qingyang Mercenary Regiment, and at the age of eighteen, he has already cultivated at the eighth level of Yundan!"

"Why would he still come to snatch the quota, shouldn't such a character have a quota inside?"

"Maybe people like to fight for it themselves!"

Han Hao's eyes were on the No. 8 ring, and he saw that one of the warriors was wearing a Tsing Yi warrior suit, and the clothes were embroidered with gold threads, which looked very gorgeous, and his opponent was quickly overwhelmed with one move, and his opponent was also a seventh-layer martial artist of Yundan, and he looked extremely embarrassed.