Han Yu wandered around the rings, running back from time to time to glance at the numbers.

When he wandered until noon, he found that his token number was suspended in the sky, so he no longer ran around and waited quietly by the stone platform.

The bearded man with the knife on his back in the ring walked out of the ring with a scarred face, and a young woman with a scar on her face left in frustration, and the square-faced monk shouted in a deep voice: "Two thousand zero Wu pick up Lu Hanyu against one thousand pick up three children!"

Han Yu jumped out of the ring and gave a salute to the square-faced man, and from the other side jumped up an ordinary young man, only a cultivator of the eighth level of qi refining, holding a short knife of a low-grade magic weapon in his hand.

"The competition begins!"

Before the words fell, the young man summoned a few wind blades and threw them over, only to see Han Yu patting the storage bag and the Qingling Sword was already in his hand.

Han Yu poured mana into the Qingling Sword, only to see a faint burst of green light erupting from above and swept the wind blades into it, and those wind blades deviated from the direction and crashed into the shield.

The young man hurriedly recited a spell in his mouth, and three fireballs formed and smashed towards him.

Han Yu barely dodged the first two fireballs, but the last fireball hit the Qingling Sword and made him look a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, the young man was overjoyed and hurriedly summoned five more fireballs, Han Yu's frightened face changed drastically, and he hurriedly recited the incantation, but after reciting it, there was no movement!

The monks watching the battle below were also stunned, they all refined the ten layers of qi, and the spell could still be pronounced wrong?

I saw a lazy donkey rolling on the pockmarked face on the table, avoiding two fireballs, and reluctantly urging the Qingling Sword to cut off a fireball, and then his body turned and a fireball grazed his cheek.

"Boom.."

The remaining fireball hit the Qingling Sword again, and the pockmarks were no longer visible on Mazi's face, only the black ash on his face remained.

"Hahaha, how did this tenth layer of qi refining come up?"

"I'm laughing to death, that magic weapon is really a tyrannical thing in his hands!"

"This guy seems to be able to make moves on the rivers and lakes, and that lazy donkey rolls very well!"

“.....”

The battle situation in the ring here instantly attracted a large number of people, and seeing that the monks of the tenth layer of qi refining and the monks of the eighth layer of qi refining were powerless, more and more monks rushed towards the ring.

On the jade platform in the middle, Yu Zhangmen saw countless disciples rushing towards the ring on the edge, and thought that there was some wonderful battle, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at it.

The stewards in the back also looked different, only to see the white-haired and beautiful female cultivator frowning and asking, "Which hall disciple is this?"

The old man surnamed Lu, who was hiding behind, took a look at it, felt that this old face had been lost, and came out with a wry smile and said: "This person is my disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, I will definitely teach him a hard lesson after the competition!"

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts, no wonder this is the case!" said an elegant man in his thirties with a smile.

He is the foundation building monk "Huang Hai" in the door, and he has a lot of grudges with the old man surnamed Lu on weekdays, but now he finds the opportunity to sneer mercilessly.

The little old man heard the taunt of his rival and retorted with a red face.

"This son can be considered a genius if he can cultivate from the fourth layer of qi refining to the tenth layer of qi refining, but the current foundation is not stable! After giving him ten years, I believe he will definitely be able to shine in the big competition in ten years!"

"Fourth layer of Qi refining?" Yu Da Sect frowned, he remembered that the sect had never recruited such a low cultivator.

The white-faced scholar standing behind frowned, and asked with a flash of inspiration in his mind, "Is this person's name Han Yu?"

The little old man surnamed Lu nodded puzzledly, could the steward of the Baicao Hall still care about the lowest-ranking monk in the sect?

"Senior brother in charge, this person is the little monk who returned the storage bag that day, you see that his qualifications are too bad, so he was not accepted into the inner door. The white-faced scholar said with a smile.

Only then did the head of Yu Da remember that there was such a thing, and said with some puzzlement: "Why did this person progress so quickly?"

"I know this, this kid worshipped Senior Brother Hong as his teacher, and it is estimated that Senior Brother gave him some rare pills and brought it up!" The white-faced monk remembered the old man's evaluation of Han Yu, and quietly dug a pit for the stewards.

Yu Da Sect's face suddenly turned pale, he remembered that he had casually promised that this person would be recruited into the inner door if he cultivated to the eighth level of qi refining before he was thirty years old, what if he came now to let him fulfill his promise?

Suddenly, the head of Yu opened his mind again, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

This son understands some people's feelings and sophistication, and does not take his promise seriously. If he really wanted to fulfill his promise, he would have come to the door long ago, so why wait until today?

Yu Da Boss's eyes in the ring were a little gentle, although this person's cultivation was inferior, but his heart and eyes were transparent, so he could go to the door to be a steward.

"Ahem, brothers, let's be idle, how about a bet?" said the white-faced scholar with a smile.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were concentrated, the white-faced scholar took out two hundred spirit stones from the storage bag and said with a smile: "I bet that Han Yu can win!"

Everyone glanced at the white-faced scholar suspiciously, turned their eyes to the ring, and took out the spirit stones from their pockets one by one and slapped them on the jade platform.

"I bet that Han Yu will lose with a hundred spirit stones!"

"I also bet fifty, Han Yu loses!"

"I'll bet two hundred spirit stones..."

“.....”

More than a dozen foundation building monks took out a total of nearly a thousand spirit stones to suppress Han Yuhui, and the little old man surnamed Lu looked at the ring intently, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

The ordinary-looking young boy had already consumed most of his mana, so he chased Han Yu with the low-grade magic weapon short knife in his hand and slashed all the way.

Han Yu spread his feet and ran around the ring, embarrassed like a mouse, and bursts of laughter came from time to time from the audience.

Even the foundation building monks who presided over the ring looked at it distractedly, and they couldn't help but feel disdainful in their hearts.

If Han Yu was their disciple, he would have been let out of the ring a long time ago, and this face would have been lost in the entire Imperial Sword Sect!

The little old man standing on the jade platform silently took out two hundred spirit stones from the storage bag and wanted to weigh it, but the elegant man smiled and said, "Senior brother, he is a disciple in your palace!"

The old man surnamed Lu was really enraged, slapped the spirit stone on the white-faced scholar spirit stone, raised his head and said loudly: "I will crush Han Yu to win!"

The white-faced scholar lamented in his heart, this could have earned a thousand spirit stones and now he could only earn five hundred, and glanced at the little old man with some resentment.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in the mind of the little old man surnamed Lu, this white-faced scholar is resourceful and calculating, can he do a loss-making business?

He's definitely right with this treasure!

Thinking of this, the little old man's mind calmed down and shifted his gaze to the ring.

Han Yu in the ring dragged the young man to run, slowly draining his mana.

This young man gritted his teeth with hatred, no matter how much he chased him, he couldn't catch up, as long as he stopped, the guy would be smashed by a fireball!

His head is also flexible, so he pretends to run out of mana and wants to take advantage of the opportunity to play against him.

But the guy with a black and gray face is not fooled, and when he stops, he will smash him with a fireball, and he will never risk his life.

"Boom!"

A fireball smashed into the mana-depleted youth, sending him flying and crashing into the parapet.

"Han Yusheng!"

The square-faced monk on the shield glanced at Han Yu with disdain and announced coldly.

Han Yu saluted him respectfully, then grinned happily and showed a mouth full of white teeth, and hugged his fists at the onlookers in the ring.

All the monks glanced at Han Yu with disdain, what kind of hero is it to exhaust other people's mana with a pair of legs?

The burly young man watching the battle in the audience saw Han Yu's appearance and sneered and asked, "You just let me deal with this kind of goods?"

Wu Feng also frowned, this Lexing is too bad, can't even deal with this kind of goods?

Wu Feng then turned around and walked towards the other rings, and saw Lexing, who had a black face and dense pigtails, waiting under a ring, so he dragged him out.

"Senior Brother Wu, is there something wrong?" Le Xing asked puzzled.

"Senior Brother Le, did you deliberately pick on your son last time?" Wu Feng said coldly.

"Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother never does that kind of thing! You said that his cultivation is the eighth layer of Qi refining, does he have a tenth level of Qi refining cultivation in the ring?" Le Xing retorted without hesitation.

"Last time I ambushed him, he dodged and hit him fatally, and then this guy posted a flying charm and ran away, and then hid like a mouse, where can I find a chance to start?" Lexing said innocently with his hands outstretched.

When Wu Feng heard this, he suddenly left with a smile.

Lexing looked at the ring in the distance with some fear, and couldn't help but shudder.

He had just gone to join in the fun, and when he saw the fierce Han Yu being chased all over the field by a little monk of the eighth level of qi refining, a chill appeared on the soles of his feet.

A strong monk is not terrible, because you know that his strength will hide far away, and the most terrifying thing is that a monk like Han Yu obviously has the strength to be proud of his peers, but he can give up his face and pretend to be weak, just like a poisonous snake hidden in the depths of the darkness, and will launch a thunderous blow at any time!