Immediately, a light suddenly rose from Han Yun's mind.

"I remembered!"

Han Yun patted his head and finally remembered.

The last time I came to Xuantian Peak to register, the pair of senior brothers and sisters who were bullied by Qi Zhu were not from the War Martial Arts Academy, and it seemed that the senior brother was also preparing to give his junior sister to Brother Qi Xu, a fat pig.

"So you're from the War Martial Academy?"

Han Yun looked at the man with a slight contempt in his eyes.

Bullying the weak, this War Martial Academy, I'm afraid it's a small force!

In fact, Han Yun guessed correctly.

The man in front of him was the only strong man in the War Martial Arts Academy who had entered the War Spirit Realm, and in the War Martial Arts Academy, the man could be said to have suffered all kinds of admiration.

"You dare to underestimate me?"

When the man saw Han Yun's eyes, his expression suddenly became hideous.

If Han Yun was a war spirit, he would still be able to understand this kind of look, but Han Yun was just a war master.

How can this make the man's heart endure!

"What about underestimating you? Are you special, or are you strong, or is your father the sect master of Xuantian Sect?"

Han Yun looked at the man and shouted mockingly.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The man was furious.

"Battle Martial Fist!"

With a punch, the condensed battle qi attacked Han Yun.

"Touching ......"

Violent collisions.

Han Yun clenched his fists and punched out, not even bothering to use the various skills in the system, relying on his physical body to punch out.

But even such a punch is not something that a man can withstand.

Han Yun's battle qi had already reached the level of a second-level battle spirit, because Han Yun's physique was strong, and Han Yun's battle qi was much stronger than that of the same realm.

Coupled with the bonus of the fourth-level demon beast physique, Han Yun's combat power definitely surpassed that of the second-level battle spirit.

"Pedal ......"

The man's body retreated rapidly, his face turned red, his hands hung at his sides, and the man's fingers trembled involuntarily.

"How can you be so strong?"

The man asked abruptly.

Outside the ring.

The people who saw the change also quickly looked towards the seventeenth ring.

One after another, the eyes fell on the two of them.

Feeling everyone's eyes, the man's eyes couldn't help but rise with a touch of shame, being repelled by a seventh-level Great War Division, this is simply a shame!

"Uncle, it's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too weak, second-level war spirit, you should cultivate at home for a few more years, but depending on your age, you shouldn't have a chance to participate in the next round, it's really strange and pitiful!"

Han Yun looked at the man and said with a sympathetic face.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

When the man heard Han Yun's words, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, a seventh-level great war master said that he was pitiful, but he could imagine how much of a blow he had suffered in his heart.

"Boy, die!"

"Coming back?"

Han Yun was slightly stunned.

"Zhan Wu Fist, give me death!"

"Alas......"

Seeing the man whose battle qi had condensed into a battle fist attacking again, Han Yun couldn't help but sigh slightly.

The little Xuan-level Battle Fist, this War Martial Arts Academy, is really poor enough.

"Get on your knees!"

"Bump!"

This time, Han Yun didn't even bother to move his hands.

Jumping up, Han Yun stepped directly on the top of the man's head.

"Bump!"

Han Yun landed on the man's shoulder with a kick.

The man rushed towards Han Yun's body and stopped abruptly.

Standing in place, the man's calves trembled.

"Tsk...... That's a lot of strength!"

The strength under Han Yun's feet increased a few points again, and the man's legs began to bend, and finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Bump!"

"Whoa......"

At the man's roar, the man fell to his knees.

"Alas......"

The crowd sighed.

Kneeling on the ground, you can see from the man's eyes, even if the man can get back up in the future, it will be difficult to get out of this shadow.

"Who is this person, how can a seventh-level Great War Master be so strong?"

"I don't seem to have seen this person, could it be a genius disciple of a big family?"

"I've seen this person, this person once trampled Li Chi under his feet in front of Xuantian Peak!"

"What, Li Chi!"

......

The crowd was shocked.

Looking at Han Yun's expressions one by one, they began to change.

The man at Han Yun's feet also suddenly fell silent, and then looked at Han Yun and said bitterly: "I admit defeat!"

"Oooh!"

Han Yun let go of his foot.

"Just admit defeat, I haven't had enough of it!"

Han Yun underestimated.

The voice of the Xuantian Sect disciple next to him had already come.

Victory No. 338!

"This is your identity card, congratulations on entering the top three hundred, but whether you can enter the battle in the future, I'm afraid it depends on yourself!"

The Xuantian Sect disciple looked at Han Yun and said with a smile.

"Thank you, brother!"

Han Yun bowed his hand slightly.

"My name is He Yan, if you have the heart to join my Xuantian Sect, you can go to the Xuantian Sect to find the Seventh Elder!"

He Yan looked at Han Yun and said softly.

"Thank you!"

When Han Yun heard He Yan's words, he was slightly stunned at first, and then thanked him softly.

"Hey...... Thank you, why are you able to fight a second-level battle spirit with a seventh-level battle division, this talent is enough to be my senior brother!"

He Yan smiled at Han Yun, and then announced the next round of ring battles again.

Han Yun took the identity card, shook his head and left Xuantian Sect.

What did he mean, how could Han Yun not understand that every one of the countless disciples who participated in the Northern Regions Heavenly Son List was not bad.

Xuantian Sect, a disciple with extremely anti-heaven talent, has no chance to get it, but some disciples with average talent still have a chance if Xuantian Sect is willing to invite.

Number 78.

Open the badge.

A line of words appeared in front of Han Yun again.

Opponent: No. 77.

Cultivation: Level 5 War Spirit.

Battle time: tomorrow morning!

After watching the time, Han Yun began to watch other ring battles.

But after looking at it for a while, Han Yun began to feel sleepy.

In the ring battle, there was no strong warrior as Han Yun imagined, and what made Han Yun stunned was that in the battle in the morning, the strongest one was only a ninth-level battle spirit.

"This senior brother, why didn't you see the strong man of the war king appear in the ring battle?"

Han Yun found a Xuantian Sect disciple and asked in a low voice.

"War King?"

This Xuantian Sect disciple glanced at Han Yun with some disdain, and then spoke: "The battle king can directly participate in the top ten battles, and the other ring battles are only the ninth-level battle spirits at the highest!"

"Oh!"

Han Yun finally understood.

But the next moment, an exclamation suddenly came.

"Look, Kun Yi is here!"

"It's really him, what a terrifying anger, last time he ranked the hundredth on the list of the Heavenly Sons of the Northern Regions as a war division, I don't know how many places he can rank this time!"

"I heard that he has entered the War Spirit!"

......

Exclamations were heard.

Han Yun hurriedly looked towards the No. 7 ring, only to see an incomparably terrifying bloody aura coming from the No. 7 ring.

In the ring, it was an arrogant teenager.

The young man was carrying a blood-colored sword behind his back, the sword had not yet come out, but it had already filled the air with a strong smell of blood, and the breath on the young man's body was also extremely terrifying.

"Kun Yi!"

Han Yun frowned.

For some reason, looking at the sword behind the young man's back, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in Han Yun's heart.

It seems that there is something terrible hidden inside.