Han Yu stood under the stone platform and watched the young man being swept into the jade platform in mid-air, and an old disciple not far from him said with envy on his face: "This son is about to soar!"

"Brother Zhai, what do you mean by this?" the monk next to him hurriedly asked.

"This person has a thunder spirit vein, as long as his qualifications are not bad to the extreme, the gate will do his best to build a foundation!" the old monk sighed.

Han Yu also felt a little envious in his heart when he heard this, but he knew that envy was useless, so he shifted his gaze to other rings.

Seeing from a distance that the young man with the giant sword on his back rushed onto the field, Han Yu hurriedly ran over.

But before he arrived, the battle was already over, and the young man used only one blow to knock the disciple of the tenth layer of Qi refining flying on the shield, and won easily.

Seeing Han Yu coming in a hurry, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he turned to leave.

The square-faced monk floating on the stone platform sighed silently in his heart when he saw Han Yu coming, and silently recorded Han Yu's token number in his heart.

Han Yu, who was under the ring, didn't know that he had been involved in a conspiracy, silently watched and rushed away, frowned slightly, and turned around and walked towards other stone platforms.

The first round of the competition took two more days, and the first round of the competition was all over by the time of the application.

The head of the big Yu knocked on the gong to announce that the second round of the competition would be held on time tomorrow, and then flew to the main hall with a group of stewards.

Han Yu left the main peak and flew back to his residence, intending to recuperate.

But the ugly aunt waited in the hut early and told Han Yu that his grandfather would let him come over.

Han Yu directly released the flying magic weapon and carried the ugly girl to the wooden hall.

The old man was sitting under the ancient tree outside the hall drinking tea, and Han Yu hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Tomorrow is the second round of the competition, how do you study the opponent in the ring?" the old man said with a smile when he saw Han Yu, "Those who can enter the second round are not general, and your tricks of pretending to be stupid are probably not fooled." ”

Han Yu was a little embarrassed when he heard it, but he didn't expect his performance in the first round to float into the ears of the old man.

"I didn't have a strong promotion in the ring, only a few people were a little tricky. Han Yu skillfully lit the fire and lit the tea.

"Well, the second round should be randomly drawn from the same ring. The smile on the old man's face flickered, and he said mysteriously: "But there is a lot to be done here!"

Han Yu understood what the old man meant as soon as he heard it, took a dry firewood and stirred up the fire, and said with a flash in his eyes: "If I meet a tricky person, I will use the golden pen and jade book that you gave me, those two magic weapons are very powerful!"

"Just be careful. The old man smiled and then said, "I'll go to see the ugly aunt in tomorrow's competition, and you'll lose my old face." ”

"Don't worry, it's no problem to rank in the thousand with my strength. Han Yule said hehehe.

The old man laughed dumbly when he heard this, he thought that he would say something like he would definitely be in the top ten, but he didn't expect to say such a thing.

Splashing the "grunt" of the tea boiling in the mud pot, Han Yu poured a cup of tea for the old man and wanted to go to Zhang Luo to have some food, but the old man stopped with a smile: "Okay, you go back first, and you have enough energy to participate in tomorrow's competition." ”

Han Yu touched the ugly girl's head, said goodbye to her, and left with a smile.

Han Yu did not return directly to his hut, but went to the wasteland to practice for a while, and practiced until it was dark.

On a lush mountain peak, He Chong practiced stone swords in the back mountain, and waited until sunset to return to the family on the trail.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a disciple in the family came to him to pass the word, saying that the master had asked him to come over.

He Chong felt a little surprised, and after a little groaning in his heart, he knew that the master was not worried about tomorrow's competition, so he followed the disciple and flew towards the back hall of the family.

A moment later, he appeared in the secret room of the He family.

In the dimly lit secret room, the old man surnamed He was sitting on the futon, and He Chong bowed down to the old man.

"Chong'er, don't be polite, get up! I've already told Uncle Qiu, the first battle in the ring tomorrow is when you fight that thief, Chong'er, do you have confidence?" asked the old man surnamed He with a smile.

"Third Master, don't worry!" He Chong said confidently, "I only need one sword to kill that thief!"

"That thief has some scheming and means, don't capsize in the gutter!" The old man surnamed He frowned slightly when he saw him so careless.

"Third Master Ancestor, I have refined the six-layer prohibition of the high-grade magic weapon Qingjun Sword you gave me. That little thief is quite capable of running, but can he outrun the Qingjun Sword?" He Chong said with a sneer.

"Refining the six-layer prohibition, good, good!" the old man surnamed He laughed when he heard this.

"Third Master, don't worry, your grandson will definitely bring his head back to you!" He Chong solemnly assured.

The old man surnamed He showed a look of satisfaction on his face, but he waved his hand and said, "No, I'll go to the ring early tomorrow morning and watch you slash this thief!"

At the following time, after the old man instructed He Chong a few more words, he asked him to go back and have a good rest in order to cope with tomorrow's competition.

Waiting for He Chong to leave, the expression on the face of the old man surnamed He became extremely hideous, like a demon muttering in his mouth: "Why didn't he die if you died, why didn't he die, I will let him bury you tomorrow..."

Early the next morning, countless disciples of the Edgeworth Sect were already waiting on the mountain peak.

Before the hour arrived, the head of Yu rushed over again with a group of stewards who had built the foundation.

"The rules of the second round of the competition are the same as the rules of the first round, you should all know about it, I won't say anything more!

At this time, a yellow light flew from the sky and hovered on the jade platform, and everyone stared at it, and it was a lame and one-eyed old man with a little girl wearing a veil, and their hearts were shocked, and everyone, including the master, respectfully saluted him.

"Senior Brother Hong!" the group of foundation building monks shouted in unison.

"Brothers and sisters don't need to be polite, I am already a disabled person. The old man said lightly.

"Senior brother, none of us will forget your credit!" said Master Yu with a solemn expression.

"If it weren't for Senior Brother who blew up the sword seed and seriously injured that cultivator that day, my life would probably not be guaranteed!"

"There is no need to mention the events of that day, they are long gone. The old man said flatly.

Everyone just wanted to make a place on the jade platform, but the old man took the little girl straight to the ring in the corner.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this..."The head of Yu looked at the white-faced scholar suspiciously.

"The senior brother in charge doesn't know that Master Hong has accepted Han Yu as a disciple. The white-faced scholar said with a smile.

"Han Yu?"

All the foundation building monks muttered in their hearts, always feeling that this name was very familiar, but they couldn't remember it for a while.

"It's the disciple I bet on that day!" the white-faced scholar explained with a smile.

Everyone recalled this explanation, and Master Yu wondered in his heart, why would this Senior Brother Hong accept an ugly-looking and extremely poorly qualified casual cultivator as a disciple?

The yellow light landed next to the ring, and the square-faced monk who was closing his eyes to recuperate saw the old man hurriedly falling, and shouted respectfully, "Senior Brother Hong!"

"Senior Brother Qiu, I didn't expect you to be a mid-stage foundation building monk after five years. The old man said with some emotion.

"This is the little granddaughter!" the square-faced monk thought for a moment, took out three swarthy balls from his bosom, stuffed them into the ugly girl's hand, and said, "The three fire yang balls should be regarded as a greeting gift." ”

The ugly girl didn't dare to take it, she glanced at the old man and saw him nodding before she sweetly thanked him.

At this time, the melodious fairy music had already sounded, and the square-faced monk smiled apologetically at the old man, suspended in the air, took out a jade album and shouted loudly: "The first scene, He Chong against Han Yu!"

Han Yu was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed but he still jumped into the ring, but there was no figure of He Chong on the side of the stone platform.

At this moment, a white light flew in the distance and rushed straight over, and when he came to the ring, the old man surnamed He and He Chong showed their figures.

Of course, Han Yu recognized the old man who almost kicked him to death in the main hall, and he had a vague bad feeling in his heart!

I saw He Chong jumping into the ring with a smile on his face, and bowed to the square-faced monk in the sky, and said in a deep voice: "I want to sign a life and death contract with Senior Brother Han!"