At this time, one after another eyes of envy or jealousy fell on Han Yu's body.

There were many people of insight among the forces of all parties who were invited, and they recognized at a glance that the silver-white long sword in Han Yu's hand was a first-grade low-level sword weapon forged by a foundry.

Although it is only the lowest level of sword weapons in the rank, it is not an ordinary blade that can be compared, and from the blazing eyes of everyone, you can know how much people desire it.

"Before condensing the true qi and entering the sword guard, he has already obtained a first-grade sword weapon, he really deserves to be the grandson of the second elder!" Looking at the silver-white long sword in Han Yu's hand, the corners of Han Lin's mouth pulled into a sarcastic smile and said softly.

"Han Yu is the grandson of an elder, this is an indisputable fact. Excellent talent and superior cultivation environment are his advantages. And as a side disciple, if you want to defeat and surpass him, you can only put in more sweat and more effort. Being jealous will only make you fall farther and farther away from him on the path of the strong. Han Lin's voice just fell, and immediately after, a young man's voice suddenly sounded. There was a hint of coldness in the faint tone.

Hearing this, several people turned their heads and looked at the young man in front of Han Yan and the four of them.

"Thank you for your advice!" Although Han Xuan's voice was flat, it was like a morning bell in Han Lin's ears, and his heart trembled as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hand to Han Xuan in front of him, and said sincerely.

"Xie doesn't have to, he is also a family disciple, and mutual assistance should be. It is not easy for you to stand out from the many clansmen and get to where you are today, I hope you can do it yourself!" Han Xuan said slowly without looking back.

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Han Lin didn't say much, and nodded firmly with his eyes.

"I didn't expect that there was such a handsome man among the younger generation of the Han family!" Song Baishan, who was not far away, looked at Han Xuan, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. A few people were not far away, and Han Xuan's words clearly came into the latter's ears before, and he couldn't help but say secretly in surprise.

"Han Yu is going to do it!" Song Ruoyu, who had been paying attention to the stage, suddenly said excitedly.

Hearing this, several people turned their eyes to the two people on the stage.

In the VIP seat, all parties slowly stopped talking at this time, looked at the two of them with interest, and at the same time, the corner of his eye also glanced at the purple-robed middle-aged man on the high platform.

Their hearts were full of doubts, they didn't understand, why at this time, Han Tian was still able to watch the competition between the two so calmly, and if he didn't stop this competition that was gradually getting out of control, wouldn't he be worried that his son would be injured?

However, just when everyone was puzzled, Han Yu's movements on the stage attracted everyone's attention

On the stage, Han Chen frowned slightly and looked at Han Yu not far in front of him.

Not far away, at this time, Han Yu was already standing straight on the platform, holding a sword in his right hand and pointing obliquely at the ground, his eyes were slightly jawed, just standing there quietly, but there was a sharp aura emanating from his body.

Suddenly, Han Yu's eyes suddenly opened, looking at Han Chen not far in front of him, a cold smile appeared on his pale face, and he slowly whispered: "I said, I will defeat you with my own hands and make you lose face in front of everyone!"

As soon as the words fell, Han Yu's eyes suddenly opened, the slightly faint momentum on his body suddenly skyrocketed, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and his body burst out, and where he stepped on his feet, the slightest crack slowly spread out like a spider's web.

At the moment of the explosion, the little internal breath left in Han Yu's body was running at an extremely fast speed, and it was poured into the long sword along a strange strength running route, and suddenly, a faint halo appeared on the blade, and the meaning of the edge was even more cold.

"The third form of the Breeze Sword Pose - the breeze blows the willows!"

Qingfeng Sword Style, Yellow Rank Three-Rank Sword Technique, Nine-Star Sword Attendant can be practiced.

Han Yu's eyes looked at Han Chen who was close at hand, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of heron, his right hand was raised, and the silver-white long sword turned into a silver ray, and the sharp blade cut through the air, bringing a muffled roar, and slashed towards Han Chen's right shoulder.

Looking at Han Yu on the stage, Han Lin, who was standing beside Han Xuan, muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that just a low-level sword weapon could actually allow Han Yu to perform sword skills beyond the stars!"

Han Xuan's faces beside Han Lin were also not good-looking at this time, just imagine that they had gone through hard cultivation to have the strength advantage of being ahead of others, but in the blink of an eye, they were chased to balance because of a long sword, and no one would be happy about such a thing.

The strong wind hit his face, blowing the black hair on Han Chen's forehead violently, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

Looking at Han Yu who was rushing towards Han Yu, Han Chen said with a slight surprise in his heart: "With just one long sword, it can actually make an eight-star sword attendant perform it, which is equivalent to a full-strength blow in the middle of the nine-star period."

Immediately, a light flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and slowly spit out a few words.

"So what?"

Looking at the silver-white long sword that was about to come to him, Han Chen's face was calm, his steps moved slightly to the side, his shoulders trembled, and his body also rose slightly to the left.

The next moment, the silver-white long sword that slashed quickly slashed down the tip of Han Chen's nose. The cold edge on the sword body made the pores on Han Chen's face stand up violently.

At the moment when there was no room for it, Han Yu's shoulder-shaving sword flashed dangerously, and then, without waiting for Han Yu to change his move, Han Chen's hanging right arm suddenly raised, and the five fingers of his right hand opened and turned into a palm shape.

"Open your hands!"

A dull low sigh sounded in his heart, and Han Chen's right palm brought a faint cyan halo towards Han Yu's chest.

"What?Xuan-rank Combat Technique?" Although the cyan halo on Han Chen's palm was extremely faint, it was still captured by some people. On the high platform, Song Lin's eyes immediately froze, and he exclaimed.

"No wonder Brother Han saw Han Yu holding a first-grade sword weapon, but he was still able to watch the competition calmly, it turned out that Han Chen's nephew had already mastered a scroll of Xuan-level combat skills! It seems that for this assessment and selection, that senior has spent a lot of thought on Han Chen's nephew!" Song Lin glanced at Han Tian, who was indifferent beside him, and said meaningfully.

Facing Song Lin's temptation, Han Tian just smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Since Song Lin thought that this Xuan-level combat technique was secretly taught to Han Chen by that mysterious alchemist, it would be better for him to misunderstand, and Han Tian didn't bother to defend it.

Seeing the faint cyan glow on Han Chen's right palm, Han Yu's pupils suddenly shrank, and a strong fear uncontrollably surged in his heart. Looking at the palm that was about to hit his chest, Han Yu knew that it was too late to dodge, and with a horizontal hand, the silver-white long sword was already blocked in front of his chest.

For Han Yu's movements, Han Chen almost saw it, and snorted lightly, like an angry lion, and slapped his right palm towards Han Yu at a faster speed.

"Bang!" The next moment, under the gaze of everyone, Han Chen's right palm slapped fiercely on the back of the silver-white long sword. There was a thud.

Although the "poof" long sword blocked the palm of the chest, Han Chen's huge power condensed in the palm made Han Yu's body tremble violently, his pale face was even more flushed, his throat was hot, and he opened his mouth to spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

Han Chen's face was indifferent, his right palm was raised slightly, clenched into a fist, and once again blasted towards the long sword that was still across Han Yu's chest. There was a low cry in my heart.

"Inch strength!"

Under everyone's attention, Han Chen's luck was comparable to the fist of the sword attendant in the early stage of the Nine Stars with all his strength, and it slammed into the back of the long sword on Han Yu's chest again.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Han Yu, who had already been standing unsteadily, was suddenly like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, like Han Tong before, he was directly blasted out of the audience by Han Chen's punch.

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