Han Yu returned to the banner, and the two disciples next to him subconsciously moved away from him a little further, obviously afraid of Han Yu.

When the incense was halfway burned, a sturdy man stepped out from under the banner and pointed out that he wanted to challenge a disciple on the other side.

Uncle Wang nodded and flew into the air, and suddenly the thick light curtain on the big ring shrouded again.

The two disciples in the ring were both cultivators of the eighth level of qi refining, and their strength was also comparable, only to see one person draw out a long knife, and the other person drew a short sword, but the two were not stepped forward to fight, but instead pinched the trick and cast a spell from a distance.

The battle between the two is not exciting, almost all ordinary spells are bombardment, and then there are all kinds of defenses and dodges.

These two people seem to be very careful and conservative people, and they don't mean to take out magic weapons, real knives, and real guns to fight at all.

In this way, it has become a boring battle with deep mana.

They also saw that the strength of the opponent was about the same as their own strength, they were all you attacking and I defending, I defending against your attack, there was no suddenness in the battle, these two people sometimes came to a surprise attack, but they were easily dodged or defended by the other party.

The disciples on the stage all looked at it a few times and then shifted their gazes, yawning boredly one by one, which was simply different from the life and death battle just now.

After about a stick of incense, the sturdy man finally succeeded in exhausting the opponent's mana, threw a fireball and blew the opposite side away, Uncle Wang in the sky declared victory, and the lean man hurriedly ran under the opponent's banner.

Uncle Wang fell from the sky, took a few glances at his injury, and asked the disciples in the audience to carry him down, as long as he recuperated for a while.

With two successful precedents, one more person stepped forward, but this time his luck was not so good.

I saw that the two of them went to the ring, and the disciple who came to challenge was about to cast a spell, but he was bullied, and he barely resisted a few times before being slashed by the opponent.

Seeing the deep blood marks on the challenger's chest, the remaining seven disciples muttered, and they didn't choose to challenge.

Han Yu sat under the banner and silently recovered his mana, just now the rune treasure absorbed thirty percent of his mana to drive, which made Han Yu have a slight headache.

When the incense burned out, Han Yu opened his eyes and stood up and started the next round of challenges.

This time, Han Yu swept the names of the ten people on the opposite side and found that there was no surname Wu or He, so he randomly chose a disciple of the tenth layer of Qi refining named Wang Wen.

Wang Wen's height was a little short, and when he saw that Han Yu was going to challenge him, his face instantly changed, and he muttered in his heart whether he should admit defeat directly when he got into the ring.

"Senior Brother Wang, please advise. Han Yu said with a smile without waiting for him to speak.

Wang Wen was stunned for a moment, smiled reluctantly and said, "Please also ask Senior Brother Han's subordinates to be merciful." ”

Uncle Wang in mid-air frowned slightly, this kid didn't remember how many bottles of pills he was greedy for when he chose the disciples of the Wang family, right?

"The competition begins!"

I saw him fly into the air, open the shield, and look at the ring below with some nervousness.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Han Yu's rapid chanting spell, and a layer of water curtain appeared on Han Yu's body, this is the lowest level of water shield technique!

Wang Wen was a little stunned, and he was ready to admit defeat when Han Yu cast a powerful spell.

Wang Wen pondered for a moment, then condensed a fireball technique in his hand and smashed it over.

The fireball trembled when it hit the water curtain, and Han Yu also condensed a fireball and counterattacked, and Wang Wen easily dodged to the side.

All the disciples in the audience were stunned, who are you confused about with pockmarked face, is this your strength?

It's not that life and death fights don't allow the use of rune treasures, but what about the Qingling Sword on your body, and the golden pen and jade book on your body?

The two of them were like beginner-level qi refining cultivators testing each other with the lowest-level spells, and after a full cup of tea, Han Yu used a fireball technique to blow him to the ground.

Uncle Wang's face was gloomy, he was about to question Wang Wen but he stood up and saluted Han Yu gratefully.

Han Yu also returned the salute, got out of the ring and stood under his banner.

As soon as he returned to the banner, Han Yu continued to recover his mana, and he didn't pay attention to the competition on the field.

Most people in the ring don't pay much attention to it, because it's all simple spell and spell fighting, and there is not much to see.

The day passed quickly, and Han Yu's ranking changed from one thousand to seven hundred and sixty-five, but unfortunately he didn't meet any more disciples of the He family.

From eight hundred to seven hundred and nine, Han Yu also met the disciples of the Wu family, although Han Yu did not make a life and death contract with him, he was not polite, and cut off one of his arms.

On the second day, Han Yu continued to come to the ring, and found that many of those flags were empty, and the disciples of the family chose to avoid the battle.

And those disciples surnamed Wu family met Han Yu who was very honorable and admitted defeat, and Han Yu had no good way for a while.

After five days of fierce competition, most of the disciples had self-knowledge and did not challenge, and only a small number of hidden disciples chose to challenge their opponents and stood under the banner of their opponents.

In this way, this big comparison is very fast, basically one round is the turn of the next round with a stick of incense, and Han Yu's ranking is also climbing up step by step, and he has successfully entered the top 100 ranks.

When it comes to the challenge between the top 50, the battle suddenly becomes fierce, almost every challenger will choose to challenge the opponent, and the challenged will desperately defend their flag.

In the battle between these disciples, some people cast countless low-level spells, and the wind blade fireball overwhelmed the opponent, some took out some powerful magic weapons, and inspired the power to kill the opponent one after another, and some disciples showed high-level spells, defeating the opponent before he could react.

Among the thirty and twenty, Han Yu also saw the young man with the wind spirit root, and saw that he used the Xu Changcyan Wind Blade to cut the young man's hot challenger and successfully defended his position.

A challenger who was not good-looking took out a swarthy chain, which was made of very rare cold iron, with a lingering layer of ice on it, and suddenly burst out of blue frost to besiege the opponent, turning the opponent into an ice sculpture.

"I'm going to challenge Senior Sister Cang!" Han Yu and one of the other disciples stepped forward and said in a deep voice after failing to challenge.

A woman in a fiery red robe on the opposite side, hearing this, raised her eyebrows, and Hongling, with her arm wrapped around her, also took a step forward and said with a smile at Han Yufu Yifu: "I hope that my junior brother will not sign a life and death contract with me." ”

"It's natural!" Han Yu replied with a smile.

"Senior Brother Han, Senior Sister has some real skills to stand here. Be careful when your junior brother's golden pen and jade book encounters my Hongling, so as not to lose your aura after competing with me. The woman in red smiled.

Han Yu smiled slightly and didn't answer, and gently recited the spell, seven or eight green wind blades formed, and flew towards the woman with a roar.

Seeing this, the woman smiled, her wrist shook slightly, and Hongling, which was wrapped around her hand, pounced, and deftly formed a huge net to meet it.

The wind blade cut on it encountered a strong layer of resistance and turned invisible, and the fireball explosion could not cause any damage to the red ribbon, Han Yu's heart sank slightly, this red ling was actually a high-grade magic weapon.

I saw that the woman pointed at Hongling, and Hongling actually divided into more than a dozen strands and rushed towards Han Yu, hovering in the sky and trapping him in the center.

Han Yu patted the storage bag, and a cyan long sword was already in his hand, and the mana poured into it, and the cyan long sword hummed and slashed towards those red lings.

I saw that the green sword bloomed with a sharp sword, cutting off more than a dozen red lings!

The red gauze woman's face sank, and her complexion became a little ugly, only to see her jade hand lightly, and those red lings were pieced together into red lings in the sky, hovering beside her.

I saw the red gauze woman patting the storage bag, and there was an extra quaint oil lamp in her hand, the oil paper on it was yellowed, and the iron frame was full of rusty traces, obviously some years.

Han Yu frowned slightly, and did not use the spell, because he knew that Hongling was working in vain.

I saw a trace of reluctance between the woman's eyebrows, and gently lit the wick, and a gloomy green fire lit up.

Suddenly, hundreds of identical green lights suddenly appeared beside the woman, flickering with a ghostly light.

"Go!"

The woman in red's face was a little pale, and her jade hand pointed lightly at Han Yu.