The area of Fanchen Valley is very wide, such as the situation of Han Shi's group, and there are seven groups that are also in the competition.

The closer to the final point of separating the winner or loser, there will be a few people with slightly lower cultivation who choose to hold together, just like these four people, this is a choice in desperation, and it is also the way for the weak to survive.

Han Shi glanced at the black-clothed disciple of Ning Yuan Eightfold, his face was calm, and he said, "Only two people in a group, in this situation, if you and I join forces to ensure a stable victory, what do you think?"

"The target of the four of them is you and not me, why should I join forces with you?" the black-clothed disciple glanced at Han Shi with a sneer.

"If you don't want to, I'll join forces with them in the next place, and then drive you out of the game before deciding the winner, my cultivation is not much different from theirs, they will definitely be willing to join forces with me, and your Ning Yuan Eightfold cultivation is too dangerous for them. Han Shi's gaze was calm, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The black-clothed disciple's eyes flickered, he groaned for a while, and snorted coldly: "I will cooperate with you once today, if you have two hearts, I will hit you hard if I fail, don't make mistakes." ”

Han Shi actually didn't need to join forces with the black-clothed disciples, if he wanted to deal with the four people in front of him, as long as he used the technique of spiritual sense petrification, turned a trace of spiritual sense into a needle, and then petrified it, saw the right time, and attacked their sea of consciousness, the four of them would immediately lose their combat power.

It's just that in that case, it's too weird, and in front of everyone's eyes, it will definitely be tracked down by the sect, and now joining forces with this black-clothed disciple is just a cover-up.

The two of them decided to join forces, and the four of them suddenly felt pressured, and after a stick of incense, the phalanx composed of four people finally couldn't withstand the repeated bombardment of the two, revealing a gap, and was caught by the black-clothed disciple, knocking the four to the ground almost at the same time.

Han Shi and the black-clothed disciple passed the melee, which also means that on the Xuanwu list, there will be the names of these two.

The black-clothed disciple looked at Han Shi's back, the jealousy in his eyes gradually thickened, when the two joined forces just now, he had a feeling that this Han Shi actually didn't need to join forces with him at all, and his strength alone was enough to defeat those four people.

And his last lightning blow was also due to Han Shi creating an excellent opportunity, which caused an obvious flaw in the cooperation between the four people, and he seized the opportunity.

He even had an inexplicable sense of happiness, if there was only one person left in this group, he would have to compete with Han Shi, and he actually felt a cold sweat in his palms, and he was not the slightest sure about defeating Han Shi.

It was only when he faced those foundation-building seniors that he would feel like this.

Time passed, and the dust of the melee of the one hundred and twenty-eight groups settled, except for a few groups of upsets, the core disciples of the peaks, all of whom were expected, entered the top two hundred and fifty-six.

After some discussion with the elders, Xuanyangzi divided the two hundred and fifty-six people into sixteen districts, with exactly sixteen people in each district, competing in pairs, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated.

The ranking of this Xuanwu list is not fixed, after the great competition of the sect, in the next five years, anyone can challenge the person at the top of the ranking, if they win, they will be replaced, if they lose, the ranking will drop by one place.

Such a challenge is the ancestral teachings, which are a spur for all disciples.

Han Shi was divided into the last group, the sixteenth group, for him, in fact, no matter which group he was in, but these sixteen groups, there was an advantage, he could wait for the results of the first fifteen groups, and observe his future opponents first.

Three days later, bursts of cheers suddenly came from the valley, the sound was mainly from the disciples of Shuiling Peak and Zhengxuan Peak, these two peaks were ranked outside the top ten in the past, but this time, both peaks had disciples win and entered the top sixteen, which was unimaginable in the past.

And more disciples have sad faces, the peaks to which these disciples belong, none of them have advanced to the top sixteen, and in the next five years, the ranking of the peaks they belong to will inevitably be lower, and when they say it, there is always a feeling of being pressed by someone.

Xuanyang Ziye Chen and Great Elder Yang Fei both looked indifferent, the established candidates in their hearts were all in the top sixteen as expected, and then, the battle really began.

In the eyes of all, the sixteenth group began.

Han Shi appeared in ninth place, and his opponent No. 10 was a red-faced strong man with a plate axe in his hand, giving people a rugged appearance.

"Next game, nine against ten"

Han Shi's face was as usual, and he took a step forward, and beside him, there was a brilliant short sword spinning, exuding a terrifying sharp meaning.

The red-faced strong man roared in a low voice, raised the plate axe and rushed towards Han Shi, the momentum was like a tiger descending from the mountain, shaking people's hearts, Han Shi pointed his finger at the red-faced strong man, and the short sword was under a certain order, and suddenly disappeared in place, turned into a streamer, and stabbed away.

In less than three breaths, the short sword and the plate axe clashed dozens of times, and the defense of the red-faced strong man was not leaky, and for a while, Han Shi was helpless.

As soon as he looked at his face, he was completely suppressed, and the red-faced strong man's face became even redder, and with a loud shout, a raging flame spit out from his mouth, turning into a ball of fire several zhang in size, completely covering Han Shi.

The temperature of this flame was extremely high, and before he got close, Han Shi felt a burning breath surging towards him, his face changed, he stepped on the gossip step under his feet, and quickly retreated, so that he could dodge.

The red-faced strong man gasped, this fire consumed nearly half of his vitality, and the power was naturally good, but at the moment his cultivation was still not enough, and he couldn't use it continuously, which was quite a pity, otherwise he would have struck another blow just now, and the victory would be self-determined.

Han Shi's face was cold, he almost suffered a big loss, the lion fights the rabbit, he still needs all his strength, what kind of cultivation is he, how can he be so careless, if he makes a mistake in the duel of life and death, where is there room for redemption.

Han Shi's complexion gradually slowed down, but in his heart it was the opposite, with a solemn meaning, he no longer dared to underestimate this red-faced strong man.

Swing your hands slightly to form a unique starting pose.

It seems to be watching Hongyan paint from afar, the brushwork is free and easy but extremely delicate, and it seems to be carrying a thousand catties of boulders on his shoulders, trembling on the cliff.

Two completely different artistic conceptions are integrated into one action, but they have a natural feeling.

This is the fist intent that belongs to the Rolling Stone Fist.

As Han Shi's fist technique slowly unfolded, the surrounding space seemed to become viscous, and a majestic momentum rose with Han Shi's movements.

Han Shi's eyes suddenly froze, and the whole person was like the shadow of an arrow shot, and in an instant, he came to the red-faced strong man's side, and punched straight out, and the red-faced strong man roared angrily and set up a plate axe to block this lightning-fast punch.

The moment the fist touched the plate axe, the red-faced strong man's pupils suddenly contracted, and a mountain-like force burst out from Han Shi's stable wrist, not to mention ten thousand catties, the plate axe shattered in response, and the red-faced strong man was drawn by the dragon's tail, flew out dozens of zhang away, and fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Han Shi slowly withdrew his fist, his eyes were cold, he glanced at the surrounding onlookers, and walked out of the martial arts arena, leaving only everyone looking at each other.

This red-faced man's name is Qian Zhong, he is a fire attribute monk, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the sevenfold Ning Yuan, in addition to his infinite strength, controlling the flames is also his magic power, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Han Shi today.

Han Shi's move immediately attracted the attention of all the elders, and the most surprised among them was not others, it was Zhou Yi.

He knew very well that Han Shi had only broken through to the Ning Yuan Seventh Fold not long ago, and usually, in alchemy, it would take Han Shi a lot of time, presumably his cultivation in the martial arts was just ordinary, and he didn't have much hope for Han Shi to participate in this martial arts.

Although he had complimented Elder Lu's disciple Qingmei that he would become the first Dan Master, it was just a compliment, and in Zhou Yi's heart, this position of the First Dan Master would definitely belong to Han Shi in the near future.

Han Shi's talent is in Dan Dao, not Martial Dao.

After Han Shi entered the top 256, Zhou Yi was already very satisfied.

But now it seems that this little guy has hidden something from him, this technique is very powerful, and it is definitely not something that Ning Yuan Sevenfold Cultivator can have.

And then, Zhou Yi couldn't believe his eyes, Han Shi won three games in a row, each with only one punch, and simply won the first place in this district, becoming the last person in the top sixteen.

Xuanyangzi had a strange look on his face, glanced at Zhou Yi meaningfully, and said with a light smile: "With a master like you, no wonder there is a disciple like Han Shi." ”