The white-faced scholar's words made everyone nod their heads again and again, they would not send their disciples to that ghost place to die.

Han Yu can be regarded as a high-level combat power among Qi refining cultivators, and it is quite appropriate to go to that secret place, after all, no one will feel distressed if they die.

After a discussion, the stewards shifted the topic to the two disciples who were fighting on the stage.

At this time, the disciple who challenged changed several powerful mid-level spell attacks in a row, but the stormy attack was blocked by the opponent with an earthy stone shield, and the desperate attack could not shake the opponent's defense.

The challenged disciple consumed most of his mana and began to attack with some low-level spells, and the young man with thin eyebrows behind the shield knew that the opportunity had come, and took out a cyan scythe.

I saw the young man with thin eyebrows flick the sickle, only to see the sickle turn into a cyan streamer and sweep over.

The challenger was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to the blue light that swept across his cheeks, and he felt a slight chill on his face, which was full of blood to the touch.

Just as he was secretly lucky enough to dodge a blow, he suddenly felt like he had been hit with a heavy hammer in his back, and he was knocked high and flew high, fell to the ground hard, and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The disciples in the audience could see it clearly, the cyan scythe was like a whirling knife commonly used in ordinary people, and it whistled around and turned back to knock the challenger down.

This challenger's cultivation is good, but it is obvious that he is obviously inexperienced in combat, and it is reasonable to lose.

Soon the incense burned out, and the spark was extinguished by the wind.

Uncle Wang floated in the sky and coldly announced that this round of competition was over, and the disciples would start the next round of challenges after resting for an hour.

All the disciples looked for a place to meditate, Han Yu ran to the corner of the mountain and sat cross-legged on the stone platform, and just after recovering his mana to more than half, he heard a clear voice: "The next round of challenges is about to begin, and now you can go on stage." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "whoosh" and "whoosh" sound under the big ring, and twenty disciples of the Edgeworth Sect flew under their banners one after another, and there was no shortage of any of them.

Han Yu's small eyes quickly swept to see which of the ten people was slightly weaker, and he could be a little more sure when he challenged.

The opponents under the flags on both sides were still looking at each other, so Han Yu took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "I want to challenge Senior Brother Huaihuo!"

Huaihuo, who ranked fifteenth, was a little short, his skin was a little sallow, and he was carrying a pair of fiery red flags behind him, his eyes flashed when he heard Han Yu want to challenge him, and he smiled at Han Yu and said, "Please also ask Senior Brother Han to be merciful!"

When Han Yu heard this, he looked at the other party with a few small eyes.

Uncle Wang, who was flying in the sky, glanced at the two of them lightly, flew in the sky to open the protection of the ring, and loudly announced the start of the challenge.

As soon as the words fell, Huaihuo took out a small flame flag, held the flagpole and shook it quickly, while chanting words.

I saw wisps of flames floating on the small red flag, some of the flames fell to the ground like a life attacking Han Yu, and the other part of the flames were suspended in the air and intertwined, forming a red fire cloud of several feet.

Seeing this scene, Han Yu didn't panic at all, only to see that a golden talisman appeared in his storage bag, and he slapped it on his body, and the golden shield lit up.

The flames that came from the ground swept up on the golden wall of light and disappeared without a trace, and the cloud of fire floated over and rained down the sky with a "crackling" drip, and the golden wall of light did not cause a single ripple.

Huaihuo's face suddenly became gloomy!

I saw that he took out another command flag behind him, and hurriedly recited the incantation in his mouth, only to see a scorching flame appear next to him, condensing and conjuring a fire phoenix in the sky!

The fire phoenix circled twice in the sky and slammed into the shield condensed by the Golden Armor Technique!

"Boom!"

I saw that the fire phoenix collided with the golden shield of light, stirring up the fire in the sky, the wall of light trembled slightly, and the golden light dimmed a little and then returned to its original state.

Han Yupan sat in the center of the Golden Armor Technique, meditating leisurely to recover his mana.

Make it clear that you hide in a turtle shell, and if you have the ability, you can break through the defense, and I will fight you again.

Huaihuo was angry in his heart, and suddenly thought of an idea, the flames in the Ling Banner formed a fire shield, and he simply crossed his knees on the ground, learning Han Yu's turtle shell tricks.

Just as Uncle Wang was about to get out of the ring to remove the quota of the two people, Han Yu stood up unhurriedly, removed the protection of the Golden Armor Technique, and chanted a spell in his mouth, and instantly a giant ice pick about three zhang long took shape on the top of his head!

I saw Han Yu pointing at his hand, and the ice pick stabbed towards the fire shield with endless cold air.

Huaihuo's eyelids jumped twice, only to see that the two order flags were closed again, and the fire phoenix resurfaced and rushed towards the ice pick!

Just when the fire phoenix was still dozens of zhang away from the ice pick, Huai Huo waved the order flag, and the fire phoenix actually spared the ice pick and pounced towards Han Yu!

Han Yu slapped the golden armor technique on his body again, and the golden shield of light blocked the flames of the fire phoenix in the sky!

Huaihuo also slammed his feet into the ground, and a wall of fire appeared in front of him out of thin air, turning the ice pick into a mist in the sky.

The disciples in the audience all thought that this was a tug-of-war, but Han Yu once again revoked the Golden Armor Technique when the fire phoenix dissolved, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the mist in the sky!

Huaihuo was startled, and was about to pour mana into the banner to open the fire shield, when suddenly a cyan sword shadow in the mist slashed at him silently.

"No"

Huai Huo's soul flew away and exclaimed, only to see him grit his teeth and put the order flag in his hand in front of him!

Click!

The flagpole was cut off by the cyan sword shadow like dead grass, and the power of the cyan sword shadow was undiminished, and it was going to really open everything for the young man.

The disciples on the stage let out a burst of exclamations!

The foundation-building stewards on the jade platform frowned!

Just as the cyan sword shadow was about to cut off his body, suddenly as soon as the cyan sword shadow was retracted, the green spirit sword was suspended in Huaihuo's neck, and a shallow blood mark was cut on his neck.

At this time, Han Yu walked out of the mist with a grin, grabbed the hilt of the Qingling Sword, and with a slight force on his hand, the blood marks became clearly visible.

"Stop, you've already won, you don't need to take his life!"

There was a low shout in the air, Han Yu felt a buzzing in his ears, Han Yu only felt that his mana was stagnant, and the light on the Qingling Sword also dissipated.

Han Yu was shocked in his heart, there was really a huge gap between this foundation building cultivator and qi refining cultivator, and it was impossible to overcome.

Han Yu saw that Uncle Wang had fallen, and he took the Qingling Sword and gave him a salute.

When Senior Uncle Wang saw Han Yu actually smiled, he said with a sigh: "When you started, you were only a fourth-level Qi refining cultivator, and in a short period of time, you have become a tenth-level cultivator. You kid has a lot of combat experience, but it's too shameless, and you can obviously defeat your opponent through spells and magic weapons, but you use this scoundrel's tricks. ”

"There's no way! Senior Brother Huai's command flag is huge, and I used this method as a last resort. Han Yu heard the affectionate meaning in the words, and said with a hippie smile.

"Hehe, your approach is the most correct choice, when you are fighting for life and death, you can decide the winner in an instant, and you can't use any insidious tricks. Uncle Wang smiled, and was a little impressed by Han Yu.

Han Yu was slightly stunned, and stood aside respectfully after giving him a salute.

Uncle Wang looked at the injury on Huaihuo's neck, and Han Yu's shot was also a little measured, but it only pierced the flesh slightly, and did not hurt the meridians.

But he still slapped a talisman on him, and saw that the wound on his neck quickly converged and healed, and the bleeding stopped in an instant.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

Huaihuo gratefully bowed his hand to him, glanced at Han Yu resentfully, and got out of the ring in frustration.

Han Yu stood under the banner of the fifteenth with a calm expression, and sat down with a calm expression.

On the high-altitude jade platform, all the foundation-building monks also breathed a sigh of relief.

"This kid is worthy of being in the mundane rivers and lakes, and he can come up with this kind of trick, get close to his nephew through the fog in the sky, and catch him off guard!"

"Although Senior Nephew Han is a four-spirit cultivator who can't build a foundation, he will definitely be the top master among the Qi refining disciples of our Imperial Sword Sect after cultivating for decades. ”

"Master Hong probably took a fancy to his cleverness when he accepted him as a disciple, but it was still too wasteful to give him a talisman treasure. ”

The Zhuji monks in the sect who came to watch Dabi were all amazed, and they all became interested in him after seeing Han Yu's two wonderful battles.

The middle-aged Confucian standing on the side, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.