Chapter 1715 Karma

"Why did the Wind Clan send such an unknown person to fight? Is this a direct abandonment of this competition?"

"The Wind Clan should know that this time they must be at the bottom, and send someone to replace Feng Lang Kuang, so as to prevent Feng Lang Kuang from being injured and preserve his strength!"

"The Wind Clan, who has always been ranked among the top three in the top ten lands, has also fallen here. It really fulfills that sentence, Feng Shui turns around!"

Everyone was discussing one after another, and the irony in the words was not concealed at all. The person explaining the teaching didn't say a word, and Kong Jianyuan meaningfully swept over those who looked down on Han Yu. The members of the Nangong family didn't discuss it either, they knew Han Yu's strength,

"A group of blind guys, waiting for the boss to open your eyes!" Feng Langda and Feng Lang Meng glanced at each other, 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 was not in a hurry to act, but looked at Han Yu with a sneer on his face, and said: "If you don't admit defeat now, don't kneel and beg for mercy later! It will be useless even if you beg for mercy."

As soon as Wei Chu's voice fell, he let out a scream, and then flew upside down, directly out of the ring, and hit the ground heavily.

When they saw Wei Chu's face, everyone gasped. There was a sunken fist mark on Wei Chu's face, which could fit an apple. For ordinary people, this punch is enough to kill.

The arena formed a space of its own, and Wei Chu was punched out of the space directly. The power of this punch can be seen.

Everyone looked at Han Yu again, he had already stepped off the ring and walked towards the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.

"What's going on? How did he make a move?"

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

No one saw how Han Yu moved, Wei Chu was already defeated.

"Ah..." Wei Chu screamed as he lay on the ground. The injury on his face would not heal for a while, and everyone who watched felt a sharp pain in his face.

"Wei Chu has been beaten like this with one punch. It seems that this person's strength will not be weaker than that of the fourth-level star transformation in the early stage of Wusheng. How can the Wind Clan have such a master?"

Many people felt Han Yu's cultivation carefully, but Han Yu seemed to have a protective cover on his body, so he couldn't sense anything.

"It's all about finding a sense of presence in front of people like Wei Chu! It won't take long to be proud!" Nan Gongcheng curled his lips disapprovingly, watching the competitions in other arenas.

Han Yu walked to the table of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect, and reached out to pick up the things on it. Suddenly, a hand firmly grasped Han Yu's wrist.

"Boy, you are not afraid of retribution for such a ruthless attack?" Wei Zixian said gloomyly, with sparks in his eyes.

Han Yu shook off Wei Zixian's hand, took a medicinal plant and walked towards the place where the Wind Clan was. Wei Zixian looked at Han Yu's back with a gloomy face that was about to drip water. Unexpectedly, Kong Jianyuan looked at him like he was looking at a fool.

In the distance, Feng Lang Da and Feng Lang Meng ran to meet Han Yu, dancing and dancing, as if they had won the battle themselves.

Han Yu walked over and casually threw the medicinal materials on the table of Feng Clan, then folded his hands and closed his eyes to recuperate. WindClan lost one thing, gained one thing, and now it's even.

An hour later, the second round of competition ended, and the next competition was drawn.

The opponent drawn by Feng Langda was Kong Ling, who also directly chose to admit defeat, making people who didn't laugh at each other dumbfounded. Han Yu's opponent was a four-level martial arts star in the early stage, and Han Yu defeated him with one move.

"One move to defeat the master of the fourth level of the martial arts star, could he be the master of the fifth level of the martial arts star?"

"It is impossible for the Wind Clan to have such a powerful person, I think this matter is strange!"

Han Yu's strong performance once again caused shock and doubts. Han Yu didn't pay attention to it at all, and the three members of the Wind Clan were completely immersed in joy, and they didn't care about the gossip around them.

After this competition, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect's mood became heavy. They wanted to let the Wind Clan be at the bottom, but they didn't expect that the Wind Clan had a dark horse like Han Yu, and their fate might have been doomed long ago.

Recalling the words I said to the Feng Clan before, it seems that there are countless slaps at this time, slapping the Tsing Yi Sword Sect frantically. Especially Wei Zixian, who has begun to regret it, this time he completely offended the Wind Clan.

Originally, Wei Chu was severely injured by Han Yu's punch, and he still hated Han Yu in his heart, but now seeing Han Yu's display of such great strength, his heart trembled, and he didn't even dare to be jealous.

Two hours later, the fourth round of competitions ended, and the third draw began.

When Han Yu stepped into the arena, he met an opponent who was a four-level martial artist in the early stage of Huaxing. The opponent directly chose to surrender and won without a fight.

Time passed quietly, and it was noon the next day in a blink of an eye. In the fourteenth round of the competition, Han Yu defeated a master of the fifth stage of the early martial arts with one move, which attracted the attention of countless people.

So far, Han Yu has won each of the seven competitions he has experienced.

With the end of this round of competition, everyone's eyes were on the Tsing Yi Sword Sect's table, and there was only one treasure left on the Tsing Yi Sword Sect's table. If they lose again, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect will be the first to lose all the treasures. From the first ranking, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect will be at the bottom of the top ten again, and there is no chance of turning around.

The members of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect all looked defeated, and they couldn't help but look at Feng Lang Da. Among the many contestants, the only hope for the Tsing Yi Sword Sect to win was to face Feng Lang Da. It's a pity that after seven matches, there was no big storm.

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

For the eighth draw, this time the Tsing Yi Sword Sect only sent Wei Chu. After the lottery was drawn, Han Yu quietly stepped onto the No. 3 ring, and suddenly screamed, Wei Chu threw up a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

"What's going on?" Everyone was surprised.

People from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect hurried over to help Wei Chu up, and the rest of the people also went to watch the fun. One of them picked up Wei Chu's bamboo stick and said in astonishment, "His opponent is Han Yu in the fifteenth round of the No. 3 ring, and he was 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 looked like dead grandmas. No surprises, they were at the bottom of the top ten again. Their dream of stepping on the shoulders of Fengzu was crushed by Han Yu's foot.

With the end of the sixteenth round of competition, the impartial personnel of the Holy Heaven Temple quickly ranked.

Shengtian Temple, Kong Chanjiao, and Nangong Clan were undefeated and temporarily tied for first place. Hongguang Temple and Fengzu in the far-traveled area had eight wins and eight losses, tied for second place, and Tsing Yi Sword Sect had zero wins and fifteen losses, ranking first from the bottom.