Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1715 Karma

"Why did the Wind Clan send such an unknown person to the battle? Is this just giving up this competition?"

"The Wind Clan should know that it must be the bottom this time, and send a person to replace the storm, so that the storm is not injured, save strength!"

"The Feng Clan, who has always been among the top three in the ten places, has also fallen to this point. I really responded to that sentence, Feng Shui turns around!"

Everyone talked, and the irony in the words was not concealed. Kong Chan taught without saying a word, Kong Jianyuan meaningfully scanned those who looked down on Han Yu. The Nangong family didn’t talk about it either, they knew Han Yu’s strength,

"A group of guys with no bead, waiting for the boss to brighten your eyes!" Feng Lang and Feng Lang looked at each other fiercely, and both of them couldn't wait to see Han Yu perform.

With the sound of a gong, the second round of competition began.

Wei Chu didn't rush to do anything, but looked at Han Yu with a sneer on his face, and said, "Don't admit defeat now, don't kneel and beg for mercy in a moment! Even begging for mercy will be useless then."

Only when Wei Chu's voice fell, he let out a scream, and then he flew out, flew directly out of the ring, and hit the ground heavily.

When they saw Wei Chu's face, everyone took a breath, and Wei Chu's face was marked with a sunken fist mark, which could fit an apple. If it is an ordinary person, this punch is deadly.

The ring formed a space by itself, and Wei Chu was directly punched out of the space with a punch. The power of this punch is evident.

Looking at Han Yu again, everyone has already stepped off the ring and headed towards the Tsing Yi Sword School.

"What's the matter? How did he do it?"

"This shot is too fast, I didn't see it at all."

No one saw how Han Yu moved, and Wei Chu had already lost.

"Ah..." Wei Chu screamed while lying on the ground. The injury on his face would not heal for a while, making everyone who looked at him felt painful.

"Beat Wei Chu like this with one punch. It seems that this person's strength will not be weaker than the four-level realm of Wusheng's early transformation of stars. How can the Wind Clan have such a master?"

Many people carefully sensed Han Yu's cultivation level, but Han Yu seemed to have a protective cover on his body, unable to sense anything.

"That is to find a sense of existence in front of someone like Wei Chu! It won't be long before I am proud!" Nangongcheng curled his lips disapprovingly and watched the other arena competitions.

Han Yu walked to the table of the Tsing Yi Sword School and reached out to fetch the things on it at will. Suddenly, one hand firmly grasped Han Yu's wrist.

"Boy, you are so cruel, you are not afraid of retribution?" Wei Zi first said gloomily, with sparks in his eyes.

Han Yu threw Wei Zixian's hand away, took a medicinal plant and walked to the place where the Feng Clan was. First, Wei Zi looked at Han Yu's back, his face was gloomy and dripping. Unexpectedly, Kong Jianyuan looked at him as if looking at an idiot.

From a distance, the wind and waves ran over to meet Han Yu, dancing and dancing, as if they had won by themselves.

Han Yu walked over and randomly threw the medicinal materials on the Feng Clan's table, and closed his eyes with his hands to rest. The wind clan lost one thing and got one thing, and it is now flat.

One hour later, the second round of competition is over and the next competition is drawn.

The opponent who was drawn by the storm was Kong Ling, and she also directly chose to admit defeat, so that people who didn't laugh were laughed and laughed. Han Yu's opponent was a Wusheng early stage Huaxing four person who was defeated by Han Yu.

"One move to defeat the master of Wusheng's early stage Huaxing four-layer, is he the master of Wusheng's early stage Huaxing five-layer?"

"The Wind Clan can't have such a powerful person, I think this matter is strange!"

Han Yu's strong performance once again caused shock and doubts. Han Yu simply ignored this, and the three of the Wind Clan were completely immersed in joy, and they didn't even care about the gossip around them.

After this competition, the people of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect became heavy. They wanted to let the Feng Clan come to the bottom. Unexpectedly, the Feng Clan had a dark horse like Han Yu, and their fate might have been doomed long ago.

Thinking back to the words I said to the Wind Clan before, there seemed to be countless slaps, slapped in the face of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect frantically. In particular, Wei Zixian had already begun to regret it a little, and this time he completely offended the Feng Clan.

Originally, Wei Chu was severely injured by Han Yu with a punch, and he still hated Han Yu. Now seeing Han Yu showing such a strong strength, his heart trembled, and he didn't even dare to hate.

Two hours later, the fourth round of competition was over and the third draw began.

Han Yu ascended to the ring and encountered a four-tier opponent in the early stage of Wusheng Huaxing. The opponent directly surrendered and won without a fight.

Time passed quietly, and it was noon the next day. In the fourteenth round of the competition, Han Yu defeated a Wusheng early stage star five-level master with one move, which attracted the attention of countless people.

So far, Han Yu has experienced seven matches and won each and every game.

With the end of this round of competition, everyone's eyes were on the table of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect. There was only one treasure left on the table of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect. If it loses again, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect will be the first to lose all the treasures. The first time the ranking starts, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect will once again be the bottom of the ten, and there is no chance of turning over.

The members of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect were all depressed, and they couldn't help but look towards the wind and waves. Among the many participants, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect had the only hope of winning against the wind and waves. It's a pity that after seven matches, there was no storm.

The wind and waves can be said to be their only life-saving straw now.

For the eighth draw, this time the Tsing Yi Sword faction only sent Wei Chu. After the draw, Han Yu quietly boarded the third ring, and suddenly screamed, only to see Wei Chu spit out blood, and fell straight to the ground.

"What's the matter?" Everyone was surprised.

The members of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect rushed over to help Wei Chu up, and the rest of them also went to watch the excitement. One person picked up Wei Chu's bamboo stick, and said in amazement: "In the 15th round of the third ring, his opponent is Han Yu, he is stunned!"

Everyone looked like this.

Because Wei Chu passed out, Han Yu won without a fight, and the last treasure of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect fell into Han Yu's hands.

The members of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect all had a dead grandmother's expression on their faces. No surprise, they were once again in the bottom of the ten. The dream that they wanted to step on the shoulders of the Feng Clan was crushed by Han Yu.

As the sixteenth round of the competition ended, the impartial staff of the Temple of Heaven quickly ranked.

Shengtian Temple, Kong Chan Sect, and Nangong Clan were unbeaten in a single match, and temporarily tied for first place. Hongguang Temple and Feng Clan in the Far Travel Region were tied for second place with eight wins and eight losses.