Han Shu quietly found a place to stay, he didn't want to fight with other people, let alone form a gang with others, in the past few days when Qingtian Palace was still preparing, Han Shu also heard a small group composed of some monks, most of them are some three cultivators and relatively small forces, the person with the highest cultivation is just a god general, Han Shu didn't put it in his eyes at all, but there were a few people Han Shu attached great importance to it, and after inquiry, he knew that it was a disciple of Xuanwu Mountain, Han Shu smiled lightly, it seems that this time Xuanwu Mountain is going to slap Qingtian Palace's face。

But Han Shu didn't provoke others, but someone found Han Shu, and the place where Han Shu landed was kicked open, and the first person was called Baicang Monarch, who was a casual cultivator, but he was already in the realm of god generals, and it was extremely difficult to cultivate to the god generals without any background, which made him feel that he had extremely strong self-confidence in this war of the younger generation.

Han Shu calmly looked at the White Cang Monarch and the group of monks who followed him, without saying anything, and then closed his eyes and continued to close his eyes to recuperate, and the White Cang Monarch sneered: I see that you are also a god general, and you have some love for you, but you are so arrogant. Han Shu still didn't speak, completely ignoring the White Cang Monarch.

The White Cang Monarch shouted: I really don't know whether to live or die, since you don't want to join my group, then go and die. The monks who followed the White Cang Monarch all retreated, for fear of being affected by the battle, but the next scene made everyone stunned, the White Cang Monarch was pressed in the air by a palm full of fairy energy, no matter how the White Cang Monarch struggled, he couldn't break free, Han Shu still looked light, and sighed: It's not easy to cultivate by you, so let's stop today's business, get out.

The White Cang Monarch was thrown out by Han Shu, all the monks looked at this ordinary thatched hut in horror, no one dared to make a sound, the White Cang Monarch crawled from the ground and left here, the competition of the Qingtian Palace was finally prepared, Han Shu entered the competition, and followed the instructions to step into a ring.

Han Shu's opponent is a little girl who looks cute, the little girl can clearly feel Han Shu's terrifying combat power, and just came up, she was pitiful and showed weakness to Han Shu: Brother is so handsome, brother, can you let me, I have been cultivating a lot to get to this day, the fairy stone is very important to me, please.

Even if I let you go, you can't go to the back, get the immortal stone, there will be more than a hundred gods here, you leave quickly, not everyone is as kind as me. Han Shu was a little crying and laughing by what the little girl said, this is a battle of life and death, and he actually wanted Han Shu to give up on his own initiative.

Brother please, I can go as far as I can, my brother is so handsome and so powerful, he will definitely let me, right. The little girl wore a ponytail, folded her hands and begged Han Shu, Han Shu shook her head and smiled, she was no longer the young and vigorous boy she was back then. Han Shu sent the little girl out of the ring with a fairy aura, and then closed his eyes and waited for the next opponent.

An old man with a broken arm in Qingtian Palace looked at Han Shu viciously, it was the elder of Qingtian Palace who was standing outside the Night Moon Palace that day and was cut off by Wuri, and when he reached the realm of the God King, the severed arm and stump could normally grow, but this old man's broken arm also showed that Wuri's strength was strong, and the power of the netherworld was eroding the old man's life qi, all of which were attached to the broken arm, so that it could not grow, and the old man looked at Han Shu's face turned blue, but now the injury is not healed, and he can only hope that the monks in the ring can kill Han Shu to avenge himself。

The second person who jumped into the ring was a young man, Han Shu was nearly a thousand years old, but he had already achieved the realm of a god general, and the man just said softly to Han Shu after he came up: Be careful, I won't keep my hand. Han Shu smiled slightly, he felt that this person was not bad, and he knew to remind himself.

The man just showed all the terrifying strength of the god general realm at the beginning, the momentum was huge, the momentum was compelling, Han Shu just stood quietly in place, without the slightest movement, the man looked puzzled, although he knew that Han Shu was very strong, but he couldn't ignore his own offensive like this.

The terrifying offensive came in a blink of an eye, Han Shu just raised his hand slightly, without any energy fluctuations, let the man's immortal qi and the power of the Great Dao all hit him, Han Shu wanted to confirm whether his physical strength could withstand this blow, and the result made Han Shu very satisfied, the man's attack did not cause any damage to Han Shu. Han Shu put his fingers together, grabbed the man, put him under the ring, and said softly: Accept.

The man calmed down, bowed to Han Shu, and said respectfully: Thank you for not killing.

The display of Han Shu's strength has attracted a lot of attention, can easily defeat a god general, the strength is unfathomable, the next game is much simpler, all the monks who fought against Han Shu gave up by themselves, Han Shu was also happy to be idle, and soon ended today's game, there are five god generals who have experienced the same Han Shu, and the opponents are all retreating without a fight, four of them are the god generals of Xuanwu Mountain, and the remaining one is a loose cultivator, nodding slightly at Han Shu, the other four people of Xuanwu Mountain are all coldly swept over Han Shu and did not pay attention to Han Shu at a glance, and it seems that there is no Han Shu in his eyes。

Han Shu smiled and touched his nose, it seemed that he was being ignored, but it was okay like this, it was a good thing that no one noticed him, so many years of cultivation made Han Shu understand that he couldn't stand in the sight of everyone, let alone stand on the cusp.

There is nothing to see in the next battle, Han Shu's opponent is these five people, they returned to their place of residence early, waiting for the notice of the next competition, and quickly eliminated a group of people, most of them died tragically in the ring, there are not many monks who can survive intact, especially the monks who can survive intact can only fight against Han Shu, and the others either died in the ring, or they were seriously injured, missing arms and legs.

Han Shu soon carried out the next big battle, but it was always unfazed, there was no suspense, and the five people who were regarded as the strongest by Han Shu did not become Han Shu's opponents, Han Shu couldn't help but feel a little emotional, it seems that the strongest young generation is among the strongest sects, and the chance of becoming the strongest monk is very small, Han Shu himself seems to be a loose cultivator, but in fact, he has been taken care of by the Night Moon Organization a lot to get to this day.

The palace master of Qingtian Palace naturally also noticed Han Shu, and nodded with satisfaction at the elders of Qingtian Palace: This kid is a material that can be made, even if he fails to make it to the last step this time, he can be absorbed.

The Severed Arm Elder of Qingtian Palace hesitated for a moment and said, "This kid is called Han Shu, and it seems that he has something to do with Yeyue Palace.

It doesn't matter if it's related to the Night Moon Palace, as long as you are willing to come to my Qingtian Palace, we will open the door to welcome, this time it was to absorb the geniuses of the younger generation, this kid is counted as one. The palace master of Qingtian Palace was full of praise for Han Shu, and had already made up his mind to absorb Han Shu into Qingtian Palace