Jun Han walked onto the competition platform in the eyes of everyone, looking at Hu Weiwei not far away, he sneered: "Challenge me, don't regret it!"

"Regret? I don't know what regret is!" As he spoke, Hu Weiwei moved, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and his body more than two meters tall suppressed Jun Han.

"The big tiger returns to the field!"

This punch broke through the wind, and the spiritual power swept away, pushing the surrounding air away.

A martial art of the Xuan-level Superior!

"Hu Weiwei is not a loser who is the 349th strongest man on the Huangwu List, and this punch is enough to kill a first-grade demonic beast!"

"Hu Weiwei is from Tiger City, this is his specialty martial art, Tiger Shape Fist. ”

"It's too strong, this punch, Jun Han will definitely not be able to take it. ”

Everyone sneered, thinking that Jun Han would be blown away in the next moment.

In fact, Hu Weiwei also thought so, and the next moment, his eyes bulged.

A plain white palm stretched out from Jun Han's sleeve, seemingly without force, and gently slapped it on Hu Weiwei's chest.

This palm actually carried a huge force of 18,000 catties.

This amount has already exceeded the martial artists of the Xuanling Realm.

Strike!

A bead of blood spurted out, Hu Weiwei snorted coldly, his body flew violently, and he was directly blasted out more than ten meters away by Jun Han's palm, and fell off the competition platform.

Everyone looked at Jun Han in horror.

The palm just now was so amazing that they didn't even see Jun Han's movements clearly, and Hu Weiwei was defeated in Jun Han's hands.

"In the future, if you don't have the strength, don't challenge others casually, lest you pick up a stone and shoot yourself in the foot. Jun Han's ghostly voice came, and on the competition platform, a sharp figure walked down.

The movements are chic and free, with the posture of a king.

Suddenly, many girls at the scene were attracted by Jun Han, and they discussed one by one.

"He's Jun Han!"

"Jun Han, it doesn't look like it's as wasted as rumored!"

"Don't say it, this Jun Han is quite handsome. ”

"Senior sister, you shouldn't be in love with others!"

"Like, can't you?"

......

Eighty percent of the Tianwu Hall are male students, and I heard that the few female students still have such a good impression of Jun Han, how can they bear it.

Hu Weiwei, this is a loss?

It's like a tiger, but unfortunately, where is Wei?

"This tiger is too wasteful, isn't it! not even the waste of the Red Bronze Martial Palace!"

"That is, if I go up, I will definitely be able to beat Jun Han's ass and pee. ”

"It's really weak, how can the Silver Martial Palace have such a piece of rubbish. ”

The tiger was defeated, but he became the target of everyone.

In the crowd, a voice came, "Brother Zhou, if you don't go up and try, you will definitely be able to defeat Jun Han with your "Mighty King Kong Technique." ”

The young man who spoke was also a strong man on the Huang Wu list, but his ranking was not as high as the young man in front of him.

"Look at it again, there will definitely be people who disagree with him, these days, Jun Han's fame is too big in the Tianwu Palace, everyone is waiting for this opportunity!" said the young man named Zhou Yuanxun.

"Sure enough, someone is challenging again!"

As he spoke, on the competition platform, another young man walked up, the young man was carrying an ancient sword, and his eyes were black and bright, like a pair of black crystals.

"Jian Zong, challenge Jun Han!"

Jian Zong carried the ancient sword on his back and stood on the competition platform, with a dashing demeanor, and in just a few words, he gave an invisible pressure.

"Sword Zong, the sword comprehensive that has cultivated the Tianwu Sword Technique to the peak realm?"

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship Few martial artists have cultivated to the pinnacle of the earth, and the appearance of such a person has already made it known to the whole hall.

"Jian Zong's swordsmanship is superb, although he only has the strength of the Yellow Spirit Realm Small Perfection, but he can easily defeat the martial artists of the Yellow Spirit Realm Great Perfection with his swordsmanship. ”

"Supposedly, he's touched the edge of the sword—"

"Sword momentum, he actually felt the sword momentum, it's really amazing!"

Another challenge?

Jun Han was just about to get up, his eyes fell on Fan Tong beside him, his head shook, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Fan Tong, it's time to test the results of your penance, you go up and fight!" Jun said coldly.

What?

Let Fan Tong go to the battle? Let this big fat man go to face the fencing comprehensive, isn't it funny!

Fan Tong looked entangled, laughed dryly, and said, "Old ...... Boss, it's better for you to go on! I'm ...... I probably won't be able to beat him!"

Jun Han injected a stream of spiritual power into Fan Tong's body, feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power from the feedback, he laughed and said, "Come on! he is not your opponent! Unleash your wildness, draw your sword!"

"Draw your sword!"

Jun Han snorted, Fan Tong's spirit was shocked, and a little determination appeared in his eyes.

"If you want to be strong, you have to fight, I cultivate martial arts, and I also fight for the sake of fighting, I want to fight!" Fan Tong said impassionedly.

Bai Xiling looked at Fan Tong, she didn't expect that Fan Tong would have such a backbone when he would have such a backbone.

Fan Tong has always been just a rice bucket-

Could it be that this fat man has also transformed?

"Jian Zong, if you want to challenge my boss, first pass my Fan Tong's level. Fan Tong let out a loud shout and rushed to the competition platform.

The giant sword flashed, Fan Tong grabbed the giant sword, the giant sword started, Fan Tong's martial arts veins lit up, and a trace of spiritual power surged around Fan Tong's body.

"This momentum, he has really transformed, it's unbelievable. ”

All of this is Jun Han's doing.

Ying Yun'er, Ren Shuirou, Bai Xiling, with their mouths open, felt that this worldview had been changed by Jun Han-

"Fan Tong, you also want to defeat Jian Zong?"

"Poof, hahaha, is there no one in the Red Bronze Martial Palace?

"No, I'm laughing to death, hahaha......"

Fan Tong came on the field, and the competition was full of laughter.

"Laugh and laugh, laugh at your grandmother, when the uncle is shining, I see if you can still laugh!" Fan Tong lifted Jun Han and shouted at the competition stage with his throat pulled.

It's okay not to roar, this roar is louder than the laughter in the martial arts audience.

Burst...... Hahaha......

"Alright, let's start the competition!" On the high platform, the voice of the deputy hall master came, suppressing the laughter of the scene.

Jian Zong stood with his hands in his hands, let the breeze stir his long hair, glanced at Fan Tong, and said, "Fan Tong, are you sure you want to stop me?"

"Sure, sure, very sure!" Fan Tong said with a big grin in both hands.

"Then you, defeat!" Jian Zong said in general, the sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and with a wave of his hand, more than thirty sword qi went straight to Fan Tong and shrouded him.

With this sword, Jian Zong inserted the steel sword back into the scabbard.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Fan Tong to catch this sword.

"I said, what are you doing standing still?" a laughing voice came.

Fan Tongzheng was holding a pair of big teeth, holding a sword in both hands, staring at a pair of bull eyes, looking at him.

"You...... You ......" Jian Zong was speechless.