Chapter 4253 The Third Divine Text

I don't know if it was because of the third divine pattern lighting up, but Ye Haoran suddenly had a lot more inspiration for using the power of the Five Elements Dharma Source. But Ye Haoran was not in a hurry to deduce the practice. Instead, he stared at his third divine mark point thoughtfully.

"To light up the third divine pattern, it actually requires the power of the four attributes of wind, thunder, electricity, and light." Ye Haoran felt confused.

Although he now knows how to light up the third divine mark, Ye Haoran has never seen the power of the source of the four attributes of wind, thunder, lightning and light. At least, all the beast-origin ribs that Ye Haoran has seen so far, and all the magic source power that is known to have attributes, have always only had the five elements attributes. Where did the power of the magic source with the four attributes of wind, thunder, lightning, and light come from?

"This is really a troublesome thing. I've never even seen it. How can I get it?" Ye Haoran smiled bitterly.

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The next day, early in the morning, Ye Haoran followed Hu Qiu and others to the square of the Nanhe Tribe, where the arena for the competition had already been set up.

The chiefs of the four major tribes sat at the top of the square. There were rest rooms on both sides, which were prepared for the twelve people participating in the competition.

Without too much nonsense, the chief of the Nanhe tribe came forward and introduced the rules of the competition, and then the competition started directly.

The rules of the competition are very simple. There are four arenas, and the last four people who can stand on the arena are the top four in this competition. The final four will compete one by one to determine the champion, runner-up, third runner-up and fourth place.

As for the order of appearance, it is appointed by the clan leaders of their respective tribes. The game officially kicked off.

As the top player of the Tata tribe, Ye Haoran was naturally left at the end by Hu Qiu to prevent Ye Haoran from encountering a strong opponent too early or exposing his own strength in advance.

Soon, the competition on the four arenas began. Those responsible for the safety of the competition in the arena are the four elders of the Nanhe tribe who are powerful fourth-level ancient warriors. Secondly, there are four tribe chiefs watching from above, so there is basically no chance of death.

The clan leaders of the four tribes were all relatively weak players sent in the first round, and all of them had only major general level cultivation.

With the end of the first round of the top four, the temporary top four on the stage are two players from the Nanhe Tribe, one player from the Fengyu Tribe, and one player from the Desert Tribe. The Tata Tribe only sent out one person in the first round, so after the defeat, no one stayed in the ring.

From the players sent out in this first round, we can see who is stronger and who is weaker among the four major tribes. The Nanhe Tribe actually sent out two strong men in the first round, both of whom were firmly on the stage.

Next comes the second round of competition. After this round, the candidates for the top four will basically be determined.

Sure enough, the second round of fighting was much more intense than the first round. But in the end, the Nanhe tribe still occupied two arenas, the Fengyu tribe occupied one, and the Desert tribe occupied one. As for the Tata tribe, they have always been defeated, and no one has ever grabbed a ring position.

On the stage, Jiang Yinting watched this scene with a proud smile on his face. He looked at Huqiu on the side and said: "Huqiu, it seems that your tribe is really going to be at the bottom again. Moreover, look I can’t even get a spot in the top four.”

Listening to Jiang Yinting's ridicule, Hu Qiu remained calm and composed. Although there are now four champions in the arena, the strength of the four champions is only at the level of a third-level ancient warrior. Although several of them are close to the level of a fourth-level ancient warrior. level, but compared with Ye Haoran, the difference is too far.

Therefore, Hu Qiu is not worried about the current situation at all. Anyway, for him, among the three players from the Tata Tribe, only Ye Haoran has the strength to reach the semi-finals, so it doesn't matter whether he takes the lead early or later.

"Hu Qiu, you have fifty level three demon beast inner elixirs, five level four demon beast inner elixirs, and one god-sent fruit. It seems that I am sure to win!" Jiang Yinting looked very proud.

The chief of the Nanhe Tribe and the chief of the Fengyu Tribe also enjoyed it, happy to watch the two fighting for each other, and happy to see such a joke.

"It's too early for who loses and who wins. Isn't there one contestant from our Tata tribe who hasn't taken the stage? On the contrary, three contestants from your desert tribe have come up now. If the remaining contestant of yours is beaten, If you go down, you really won’t even be able to enter the semi-finals." Hu Qiu sneered. This is the moment he has been waiting for. At least before the top four come out, he can defeat Jiangyinting first.

"Haha!" Jiang Yinting certainly knew that if his last player was kicked off the ring, his tribe would have no chance of reaching the top four. But don't forget that apart from the Nanhe Tribe and the Tata Tribe, there is one player who has not played, and all the players from the Fengyu Tribe have also come out.

Moreover, judging from the relationship between the four tribes. The remaining players from the Nanhe Tribe would either not take action, or their action would definitely be to challenge the Fengyu Tribe's arena, not his Desert Tribe's arena.

After all, although the Nanhe tribe is powerful, it is enough to occupy two places in the top four. Coupled with the grievances between the Nanhe tribe and the Fengyu tribe, Jiang Yinting is almost certain that the last player from the Nanhe tribe will be the player to challenge the Fengyu tribe.

The only ones who can truly threaten his Desert Tribe are the remaining players from the Tata Tribe. As for the players from the Tata Tribe, Jiang Yinting has never cared about them.

"Hu Qiu, do you think the remaining player in your tribe can defeat Fu Tao from my tribe? What a joke! As far as I know, the two strongest players in your Tata tribe have been eliminated." Jiangyin Ting's face was full of confidence.

As the leader of the Nanhe tribe announced the start of the final round of the semi-finals competition, Ye Haoran finally slowly appeared in everyone's sight at Hu Qiu's signal.

Ye Haoran's appearance immediately caused a commotion among many Nanhe tribe members who were watching the battle.

"A junior ancient warrior?"

"Is there no one left in the Tata tribe?"

"You actually sent such a weak guy to participate in the competition. Even I can kill him with one finger!"

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There was a burst of criticism in the crowd, but Ye Haoran walked calmly towards the ring occupied by Fu Tao of the Desert Tribe. The target of his challenge this time is Fu Tao. As long as he defeats Fu Tao, the Desert Tribe will be at the bottom of the competition. Then Hu Qiu will naturally win the bet between Hu Qiu and Jiang Yinting.

When Jiang Yinting saw that the last person to represent the Tata tribe in the competition was such a junior ancient warrior, he couldn't help but be shocked. After being stunned for a while, he laughed loudly and looked at Hu Qiu with a smile on his face. He mocked: "Hu Qiu, are you crazy about losing? You actually sent a junior ancient warrior to participate in the competition. Has your Tata tribe really been reduced to no one?"

"Such a weak ancient warrior, I'm afraid many people watching the game can crush him with one hand." Jiang Yinting laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

The leader of the Nanhe tribe also frowned, looked at Huqiu with a gloomy look, and said in a stiff tone: "Huqiu, even if you knew that you wouldn't get a place in this competition, you shouldn't send such a junior Ancient warriors, come and participate in the competition! You are insulting the contestants."

"That's right, Hu Qiu, your decision is really confusing. To send such a weak ancient warrior, you might as well just admit defeat. You won't let everyone see your joke." Dai Donghe, the leader of Fengyu tribe, also He said with an unhappy look on his face.

Facing the scolding and ridicule of the three clan leaders, Hu Qiu remained extraordinarily calm and murmured: "Wouldn't you know if Ye Haoran of our tribe is a weak ancient warrior after he takes action?"

Hearing this, the three chiefs of the other tribes frowned slightly. They could tell that Hu Qiu's words were not a joke.

"How can a junior ancient warrior surpass so many levels and defeat Fu Tao, who is comparable to a fourth-level ancient warrior in our tribe? If that were the case, I would rather die in front of you." Jiang Yinting said sarcastically. , junior ancient warrior, this is the weakest ancient warrior. He can't even condense the cyclone. At most, he is stronger than ordinary people. Compared with Fu Tao, who is comparable to the fourth-level ancient warrior, the distance between the two is too big.

"You said this yourself, don't regret it!" Hu Qiu grinned.

Finally, at this time, Ye Haoran had already stepped into the competition ring. When Fu Tao saw Ye Haoran, he couldn't help but frown slightly and said with disdain: "Is there really no one in the Tata tribe? Are you sending such a weak guy here to die? Get out of here. Don't get my hands dirty."

Because Ye Haoran was from the Tata tribe, Fu Tao certainly didn't have a good look on him, and seeing the cultivation aura of Ye Haoran, a junior ancient warrior, he couldn't help but think that the Tata tribe was deliberately trying to humiliate him.

Ye Haoran was unmoved in the face of Fang Tao's contempt. He walked straight onto the stage, slightly cupped his hands and said, "I'm going down to the Tata Tribe, Ye Haoran, please give me some advice."

"Okay, since you want to seek death on your own, then don't blame me!" Fu Tao snorted coldly, murderous intent burst out. There was such a big difference in strength and cultivation between the two, it was impossible to fight. As long as Fu Tao used a little force, It was enough to kill Ye Haoran.

As he spoke, Fu Tao's body swayed, and he disappeared from the spot, and quickly stabbed Ye Haoran with his sword. Because he regarded Ye Haoran as a junior ancient warrior, he naturally didn't pay much attention to it, so he stabbed out the sword at will, but the speed was extremely fast.

Ye Haoran looked at Fu Tao's quick stab with a sneer on his face. Not to mention that Fu Tao despises Ye Haoran's existence now. Even if Fu Tao goes all out, he can't even get past Ye Haoran's hands.

"Chichi!"

It's too late, it'll be sooner than later. In the blink of an eye, Fu Tao's long sword came to Ye Haoran. Although this sword did not use all its strength, it was enough to kill the junior ancient warrior hundreds of times.

Just when Fu Tao was about to stab Ye Haoran's chest, Fu Tao's expression suddenly changed. The sword he thrust out actually missed and hit the air!