Beast Soul God

At the judges' table, Han Xiaotian took a newly prepared list, glanced at the people in the audience, and then said seriously: "In the next competition, based on the principle of fairness, the order of this family competition will be decided through the judges' table.

, the first match will be between Han Li and Han Fang. Don’t make any dead moves until the point is reached." Speaking calmly, Han Xiaotian announced the start of the match.

As soon as Han Xiaotian finished speaking, two figures suddenly flashed and appeared on the high platform. They were Han Li and Han Fang.

Looking at Han Fang opposite him coldly, Han Li also had a hint of coldness on his face. This retribution came too quickly.

At this time, Han Fang's face was very bitter, and his iconic silly smile had disappeared, replaced by a sense of solemnity.

"Let's get started." The corner of Han Li's mouth raised a hint of pride. No matter what, he would not let go of this opportunity to scare the monkeys. With this thought, Han Li also gave a cold drink, and his vitality surged, all over his body.

Constantly flashing a faint luster, he was dressed in white and automatically moved without wind. His toes suddenly tapped on the ground. Han Li's figure pulled out a white line on the high platform, mixed with tyrannical vitality, and violently faced Han Fang.

Rushing away, the strength of the ninth level of Qi training was completely released.

Han Chen's eyes were slightly cold, it seemed that this guy had no intention of holding back from the beginning, but then he thought about it, if he would hold back, he would not be Han Li.

Han Chen clenched his fists slightly and broke into a cold sweat for Han Fang.

Looking at Han Fang, at this time, his face showed an unprecedented calmness, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the energy around him suddenly surged.

"Brother Han Chen, it looks like Han Li is going to be cruel to cousin Han Fang. If he doesn't stop him, I'm afraid..." Zi Ling's voice came from beside him. At this time, Zi Ling's eyes

It was slightly cold, as if Han Li had a disdain for his small belly.

Nodding slightly, Han Chen frowned slightly, looked at Han Fang, and sighed slightly.

If this happened in the past, he would really have intervened, but now that it was a clan competition, if he interfered, he would have broken the rules, and he couldn't afford the consequences.

Han Chen silently prayed in his heart that Han Fang would take the initiative to admit defeat, so that he would suffer less pain.

However, Han Fang is a stubborn person, especially Han Li who is quite indifferent to him. It is absolutely impossible to admit defeat. Then he gritted his teeth and prepared to give Han Li a try.

boom……

Han Li's figure flashed repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of Han Fang. The iron fist hit Han Fang. Unprepared, Han Fang also crossed his arms in front of his chest and resisted hard.

Han Chen's punch, even if it was like this, caused his body to retreat repeatedly due to the ferocious force.

With a groan, Han Fang quickly stabilized his figure, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, which was shocking.

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Han Fang shouted. The vitality all over his body suddenly condensed on his right palm. He looked at Han Li coldly, with a fighting spirit flashing on his face.

"Tiger claw hand" Han Fang shouted softly, then the palm of his right hand turned into a claw, his toes tapped the ground, and he rushed towards Han Li who was not far away.

The tyrannical vitality kept flashing in Han Fang's hands, and he grabbed Han Li fiercely with a sound of breaking wind.

Han Li's face was slightly cold, and then he slowly raised his left hand to resist Han Fang's fierce blow. However, his right hand suddenly slapped Han Fang's arm. Suddenly, Han Fang's face was dripping with cold sweat, and he took a breath.

The air conditioner quickly weakened, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, making him look quite embarrassed.

"It's over." Han Li said with a touch of cruelty at the corner of his mouth, and then kicked Han Fang who was squatting on the ground, covering his arms and moaning in pain.

Han Fang's pupils suddenly dilated, and then a mouthful of blood bloomed on the ground like a charming flower, and his body kept rolling on the ground.

Han Li looked at Han Fang who fell to the ground, snorted coldly and said: "Trash", and then sneered as he waited for the announcement of the results of the competition from the judges' table.

Seeing Han Li's fierce and cruel methods, Han Xiaotian also frowned, and then said in a deep voice: "Han Lisheng."

After clapping his hands, Han Li glanced at Han Fang, who was fainting from pain, and walked off the stage with a proud expression.

"It will be your turn next." Han Li passed by Han Chen, his eyes were cold, he left a word and returned to his place.

"I'm waiting." Han Chen responded coldly, ignoring Han Li and quickly ran to Han Fang and helped him up.

"Cousin Han Chen, can you see clearly?" With a pale face, Han Fang struggled to open his eyes and said with a naive smile.

"What?" Han Chen was slightly stunned, looking at Han Fang who was seriously injured, and asked.

"I was planning to admit defeat just now, but I wanted you to defeat him, so I fought with him for so long so that you could clearly see his strength." After coughing, Han Fang said with difficulty.

"What? Are you doing it just so that I can understand his strength?" Han Chen's eyes turned red and he was very grateful. Then he looked at Han Li with a proud look on his face and said, "Don't worry, what will he do to you?

You will treat him how you will treat him, you should have a good rest first."

He helped Han Fang down and handed him over to several family servants to take care of him. After giving instructions on how to take care of him, Han Chen returned to his place.

"Brother Han Chen, don't be angry, that guy will have his retribution." Weiwei clenched her pink fists and Zi Ling said. This was the first time he had seen Han Chen so angry, so he didn't know what to say, but she had already decided

, if that guy falls into her hands, she will never hold back.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He breathed out heavily, and Han Chen closed his eyes slightly, trying to calm down his angry mood.

"The second match, Han Ziling vs. Han Yuanhao" Han Xiaotian's voice came, and Han Chen was shocked. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the girl beside him.

"Let me take a closer look at your strength later," Han Chen said with a smile on his face.

With a slight nod, Zi Ling slowly walked onto the high platform.

As Zi Ling's moving silhouette appeared on the high platform, everyone's eyes also flashed with passion. Although Han Lin is known as the number one person in the Han family, everyone knows that the girl on the high platform is.

He is a more powerful existence than Han Lin.

At this time, in front of Zi Ling was a cute little fat man, who was Zi Ling's opponent this time, Han Yuanhao.

"Cousin Zi Ling, please be merciful later." Han Yuanhao scratched his big fat head and smiled. His eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat on his face. He looked quite funny, but his strength

He is quite strong, reaching the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, but he still doesn't want to be seen in front of Zi Ling.

Zi Ling smiled, then looked at the cute fat man in front of him and said, "Cousin Yuan Hao, let's stop by the end of the order."

After hearing Zi Ling's response, Han Yuanhao also laughed, and then his energy began to circulate, preparing to fight with the proud daughter of the Han family.

As for Han Chen, his eyes at this time were completely fixed on the purple figure on the high platform, and he murmured in his heart: "How strong is this girl?"

The whole audience was quiet, everyone looked at Zi Ling with fiery eyes. After three years, to what extent has this girl reached? The realm of bone tempering?