At sunset, without waiting for the boss to ring the gong, Han Yu took the first step to leave the cloud ladder and returned to the thatched hut.

Han Yu went through the whole thing in his mind, and didn't go to the old man surnamed Hong, because he knew that even if he said it, there would only be two more people worried.

I saw Han Yu lying on the stone bed tossing and turning, and I saw him take out two wooden boxes from the storage bag.

A white talisman was painted with a flying sword, and another cyan talisman was painted with a flying needle, the blue and white light reflected each other, and Han Yu's pockmarked face showed a series of expressions such as reluctance, unwillingness, and determination.

"Since you want to play, let's play a big ticket!" Han Yu finally made up his mind and put the two wooden boxes into the storage bag and sneered.

Two more days passed, and at noon on the third day, the top fifty disciples in each ring had been selected to begin the second round of elimination rules.

Yu Da Boss flew in the sky, only to see Yu Da Boss's cuffs flicked, only to see a thousand flagpoles fall on the big ring.

I saw that the head of Yu took out a giant incense stick that was one person high, and said in a cold voice: "All disciples can choose their own flags, and the ranking can be determined when this incense burns out!"

The disciples of the family who had been preparing for a long time rushed towards the top ten banners, and the ordinary disciples who participated in the big competition for the first time reacted a beat slower, and unwillingly flocked to the top 100 positions, and the ring was chaotic for a while.

Only the small, pockmarked eyes of the monk walked up to a banner without hurry, and no one fought with him, for it was the most marginal position, and the number of the banner was one thousand.

Han Yu looked at the flag, and sat under the flag with his eyes closed and recuperated with great satisfaction, looking leisurely and complacent.

Many disciples in the audience were watching the competition for hundreds of people with great interest, and suddenly some disciples saw the face of the pockmark sitting on the ground and turned their heads and ears, and they couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in the gourd of this pockmark.

The head of Yu Da frowned, with the strength shown by Han Yu, he could compete for the top 100 steadily, why did he run to sit down under the banner of the last one?

The foundation building monks on the jade platform were all paying attention to the rankings of the disciples of each family, and even if they saw Han Yu, they were only slightly puzzled and would not delve into it.

At this time, the top ten disciples in the ring had already settled down, and they were all proud disciples of the major families, and they only saw them glancing at each other. Smile knowingly.

After a full hour, as the fireworks on the giant incense burned out, the ranking of the thousand disciples was determined.

"The disciples of this sect listen to the order, the following competition is the principle of ten groups of advancements, the last group of disciples can challenge the upper group of disciples, and the winner can occupy the position of the opponent, and the loser will be eliminated directly!"

The disciples who had just entered the sect suddenly realized, no wonder the top ten and top hundred positions were so fiercely contested.

Occupying the top position means that they only need to accept one challenge to secure a Tsukidan, while the last team in the top 10 will need to win 99 times and not lose once.

I saw that with a wave of his hand, the names of all the disciples appeared on the thousand banners, and the green-robed king's surname Zhuji Monk flew to the ring.

"The last two groups of disciples can now take on the stage to challenge. Uncle Wang saw Han Yu's eyelids raised, and said coldly.

I saw twenty disciples jumping into the ring, most of the cultivation was eight and nine layers, and Han Yu, who was at the tenth level of qi refining, could be regarded as strong in cultivation.

I saw that the monk surnamed Wang took out a finger-long slender incense and lit it, as long as the incense burned out and no one challenged, then the last group would be disqualified from the challenge.

Han Yu swept his eyes and saw that the banner on the opposite side said He Yuan, presumably a disciple of the He family.

"Disciple Han Yu, I want to challenge Senior Brother Heyuan!" Han Yu stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

The slightly chubby He Yuan's face sank, and he also took a step forward, he also knew that the pockmarked face on the opposite side was the mortal enemy of the He family.

"Okay, the challenge begins!" Uncle Wang was slightly stunned. He thought about it for a while, thinking that he had guessed Han Yu's thoughts and wanted to take advantage of the ring to stand up for power.

It's just that this approach seems to him to be a bit pediatric, only a trivial revenge, and the family won't pay attention to it at all.

"Uncle Wang, the disciple wants to make a life and death contract!" Just as the green-robed monk was about to fly away, Han Yu said calmly.

The little fat man on the opposite side suddenly turned pale, and the green-robed monk also had a gloomy face, and shouted loudly: "Han Yu, you are crazy!"

The disciples watching the ring below were also startled, and then they all became excited.

"Uncle Wang, could it be that the disciple violated the rules?" asked Han Yu respectfully.

"You ......" The green-robed monk was speechless by Han Yu's words.

Han Yu didn't violate the rules of the sect, but who would make a life and death contract for no reason?

"The disciple wants to sign a life and death contract with Senior Brother He Yuan!" Han Yu saw that he didn't react, and said coldly.

Master Yu flew down from the jade platform with a frosty face, and at this moment he understood what Han Yu wanted to do.

He's going to kill the disciples of the He family!

The people who came to participate in the big competition were all potential and qualified disciples of the He family, and Han Yu wanted to take this opportunity to clean it up.

No wonder he would run to the position of a thousand people and sit down for no reason, the original idea of beating was so ruthless!

I saw that the head of Yu took out the yellow paper with a gloomy face, and the slightly chubby He Yuan's frightened legs trembled, and prayed with a crying voice: "Senior Brother Han, can you let me go?"

"What do you say?" Han Yu grinned.

Han Yu skillfully cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood, and He Yuan followed with a dead face, and the shield of the ring rose.

"I'm fighting with you!" He Yuan showed a crazy look on his face.

I saw him take out a short hammer from the storage bag, infuse all the mana into it, and smash it towards Han Yu, and then pinched it with one hand, and two wind blades roared towards Han Yu.

The stone hammer grew bigger in the air, and with the whistling sound of the wind, it wanted to smash Han Yu's head to pieces!

Han Yu patted the storage bag and slapped a golden talisman towards his body, only to see the dazzling golden shield light up again.

All the stewards on the jade platform were stunned!

They all knew Han Yu's strength, how could they use such a rare talisman against a ninth-level Qi refining cultivator?

The next scene stunned them!

The stone hammer was knocked away by the golden shield, and Han Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, taking out a wooden box and urging it silently.

He's using a rune!

The foundation building monks on the jade platform are all in pain, this is a violent thing!

The head of Yu Da shook his head and smiled bitterly, he knew that many foundation building monks were playing with the idea of Fu Bao, and even he himself had a crooked mind, wanting to persuade Han Yu to take it out after Dabi.

But he didn't expect Han Yu to reject them in such a direct way.

He's going to turn the rune treasure into a piece of waste paper on top of the big one!

"Senior Brother in charge, should we go down and stop it?" the old woman watched the muscles on Fu Bao's face continue to beat.

"What's the reason?" said Yu Zhangmen coldly.

The old woman opened her mouth for a long time, didn't say a word, and retreated to the side with a face full of unwillingness.

Han Yu in the ring had already urged Fu Bao, only to see him point at the white giant sword and slash down towards He Yuanyi!

With a scream, He Yuan was split in two.

The disciples below were in an uproar, and all the monks ranked before Han Yu showed a hint of strange color, and their expressions were a little unnatural.

Han Yu took the talisman and talisman treasure, picked up his storage bag and stone hammer, and jumped off the ring lightly.

The two disciples of the He family cried and went to the ring to collect the corpse, but this time they didn't dare to stare at Han Yu and went down the ladder in a gloomy manner.

Many disciples looked at Han Yu with deep fear in their eyes, and the white-faced scholar sighed slightly, he didn't expect Han Yu to be so vicious and resolute.

Don't you want runes after Dabi?

Then I'll run out of power in the ring!

Aren't you and your family looking for trouble?

Then I'll kill a few people with my family first and collect some interest!

This kid actually found a thorny path from the dead end, turning the rune treasure into a piece of waste paper, and their group of foundation building monks naturally won't trouble him, and the only opponent is the Hejia.

But he has long torn his face with the He family, and he has long been unstoppable, and it makes no difference if he offends a little more or less.

The white-faced scholar couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Han Yusi's qualifications.

It is a recognized iron law that the four spiritual knots must not build a foundation, and Han Yu is still a pseudo-spiritual root, even if the possibility of taking the foundation building pill to build a foundation is infinitely slim.