"You give me back the Qingjun Sword!" He Chong felt that he had lost contact with the Qingjian and hurriedly shouted in horror.

Han Yu sneered, only to see his figure flash, turning into an afterimage and moving behind him!

I saw Han Yu chanting the spell, and five scorching fireballs on the tips of his fingers smashed towards him, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, seven or eight green wind blades formed, and they shot towards him with a "snort" sound of breaking through the air!

He Chong came to his senses at this time, only to see that he cleverly ran behind Shanshi to dodge!

Puff puff puff....

Bang...

The Wind Blade left several deep ravines in the rocky mountain, and the fireball exploded a large area of mountain rock and rolled down the ring.

"Senior Brother in Charge, Han Yu is holding Senior Brother Hong's Fame Magic Weapon Golden Pen and Jade Book, isn't this treasure damaged in that battle?" The white-haired beautiful woman saw the golden light in the sky, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked after a while.

"Senior Brother Hong's set of golden pen and jade books is the best of the top magic weapons, Han Yu has this set of magic weapons, and he must have a place in the top ten!" " The man surnamed Song narrowed his eyes and said pretending to be bold.

The stewards standing in the back all had a strange look on their faces.

"Senior brothers and sisters, Senior Brother Hong has cultivated the discarded magic weapon a little, and now it is just an ordinary set of medium-grade magic weapons, and there are only twenty-four of the original one hundred and eight prohibitions left. The white-faced scholar shook his head and sighed.

"I see. When the big man surnamed Song heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"The golden pen is full of cracks, and the core of the jade book is also corroded by the evil qi, and these two magic weapons will shatter at any time during the fight. The white-faced scholar said leisurely.

As soon as they heard this, everyone, including the white-haired beauty, lost interest in the golden pen and jade book.

"In this way, whether this set of golden pen and jade books of Master Han's nephew can survive this big competition is still a matter of two words. This set of magic weapons Senior Brother Hong is willing to spend decades to re-cultivate it, and also gave it to Master Han's nephew, it seems that Master Hong is extremely optimistic about this son, otherwise he will not easily give this treasure away. The white-haired beauty said with a smile, and her words couldn't help but be ridiculous.

"I remember that this son's qualifications are extremely poor, why Senior Brother Hong is willing to accept this son, is because he has some special spiritual qualities. The man surnamed Song asked a little strangely.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Hong is willing to subordinate this son, and we don't want to talk about the elders indiscriminately. This son's combat power is extremely strong, and now he has forced He Chong into a corner, and this battle will be decided immediately. Yu Zhangmen said distressedly, "Even if Han Yu kills He Chong on stage, none of you should come to the rescue, and if you make a contract of life and death, you must have the consciousness of bearing life and death." ”

When the others heard this, their expressions were different, and the white-faced scholar suddenly exclaimed, "Look at Senior Brother and You!"

Everyone swept their eyes down when they heard the exclamation, and the face of the head of Yu suddenly turned pale.

I saw that the old man surnamed He had quietly come to the spirit tablet, and I saw that he had continuously instilled mana into it and held the order flag in his hand!

He Chong had been forced into a corner by Han Yu, and was sticking to the corner of the ring with a panicked face, barely using the stone mountain to resist Han Yu's wave after wave of attacks.

I saw the old man surnamed He waving the flag violently, and the formation shrouded in the ring dissipated invisibly, and He Chong hurriedly jumped out of the ring when he saw this.

"And Senior Brother, what do you mean!" said Yu Zhangmen viciously.

The old man didn't answer, and something flew out of his cuff, turning into a streamer and attacking Han Yu.

Han Yu was startled, and was trying to avoid a spiritual pressure that pressed him tightly, he couldn't even move a finger!

At the moment when the streamer was about to smash into Han Yu's face, a yellow spiritual light fell, fixing the streamer an inch in front of Han Yu's eyes!

Han Yu's small eyes condensed towards the middle, and finally saw the appearance of this thing, which was a thin black needle that emitted a cold light, slender and abnormal, like cow hair.

The tip of the needle looked dark and deep under the sunlight, and Han Yu's hairs stood up in fright, as long as the tip of the needle cut a little bit of skin, I am afraid that he would die of poison.

At the same time, Han Yu secretly made up his mind that he must kill He Chong in the ring!

"I just want to make a joke with Master Han's nephew!" The old man surnamed He laughed dryly twice and wanted to withdraw the poison needle magic weapon.

I saw the old man surnamed Hong in the distance beckoning lightly, and the yellow spiritual light flew into his hand with a poisonous needle.

"Senior Brother Hong, you...", the old man surnamed He hurriedly shouted.

The old man surnamed Hong rolled back the aura, and the poisonous needle was still struggling desperately in his hand, as if he was going to fly away in the next moment.

Seeing this, a smile rose at the corner of the old man's mouth, and he rubbed his hands together.

Under the powerful spiritual pressure, the poisonous needle immediately dissipated, and it was spread softly on the old man's hand, without the agility just now.

At the same time, the old man surnamed He turned pale, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a ball of essence blood, and the whole person became sluggish.

The old man surnamed Hong glanced at him, took out a wooden box, put the needle in, put it in the storage bag, and disappeared.

"Master, Senior Brother Hong snatched my magic weapon!"

The old man surnamed He saw that the head of the house and the others had fallen, and hurriedly pointed at the old man surnamed Hong and said loudly.

"Senior Brother first ask Senior Brother to tell me why you want to sneak attack Senior Nephew Han?" said Yu Zhangmen coldly.

"Senior brother, I just made a joke with Senior Nephew Han!" the old man surnamed He turned his head and said coldly.

"Joke?" Master Yu laughed angrily, turned his head to the stewards behind him and said, "From today onwards, the disciples of the He family will not receive a piece of spirit stone and a pill from the door!"

The stewards who followed behind looked at each other, bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Do you understand?" asked Master Yu in a cold voice.

"Understood!" said the stewards.

"Senior Brother Yu, what do you mean by this?" The old man surnamed He was startled, and hurriedly asked.

If this rule is really enforced, the Wajia family will be weakened in more than ten years, and in a few hundred years, they will be removed from the Edgeworth faction!

"Since the senior brother likes to watch jokes, then the junior brother will also joke. Yu Zhangmen said calmly.

"Senior brother, the old man knows it's wrong!" The old man surnamed He sat on the ground and wailed, crying and saying: "How much blood has my family and I shed for this sect in the past few hundred years, my poor son was also sent by the sect to carry out a mission before he died unexpectedly, and now the senior brother in charge of the family wants to cut off the foundation of me and my family..."

The old man was lying on the ground rolling and wailing regardless of his image, he didn't look like a foundation building master at all, and he looked very pitiful with a handful of snot and tears, which made people feel sympathy.

All the stewards stepped forward to persuade, and the head of Yu suddenly took out a pale yellow talisman from his body, and said a few words silently, and the talisman rose to the sky.

"Leave this matter to Elder Li to decide!" Boss Yu said coldly, and flew back to Yutai by himself.

The steward below dragged and pulled, and finally dragged the old man surnamed He to the corner, and he was embarrassed in front of many disciples.

After half a cup of tea, a yellow light flew from the sky and landed on the jade platform, only to see that the light revealed the little old man with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes.

"Elder Li!" Master Yu bowed respectfully.

The stewards below also saluted, and the Qi refining cultivators below knelt down one after another, bowing to the little old man.

"What's going on?" asked the little old man, full of displeasure.

The head of Yu didn't dare to hide it, and told the matter one by one, and the little old man's face became gloomy when he heard it.

I saw the little old man fall into the ring, and glanced at Han Yu, who had a pockmarked face and small eyes, and felt kind in my heart.

The old man surnamed He saw that the obscene little old man stopped wailing, and lowered his head with a little weakness, and He Chong behind him was full of fear, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

"Signing the contract of life and death, you dare to constantly interfere, and the family is so majestic!" the little old man scolded angrily.

The old man surnamed He quickly knelt on the ground in fright, and kept kowtowing to him, but he didn't dare to defend half a sentence in his mouth.

"I don't care how much grievances you have with your family, let the kid behind you compete on stage now!" the little old man said coldly, "If you dare to make any more trouble, you and your disciples don't want to get a spirit stone from now on!"

The old man didn't look at everyone's faces after speaking, and turned into a yellow light and broke through the air.