"Next number four comes up, who is number four." The referee shouted while standing in the field.
"Yan Biao, the Xu family boy is already in the late stage of spiritual intelligence, you are definitely not his opponent, you will continue to consume his aura after going up, understand?" Yan Ye said to Yan Biao who was standing next to him.
"Yes! Patriarch!" the dark youth replied strictly.
Yan Biao and Yan Qing who participated in this competition are not children of the Yan family, but were given the Yan family name because of their good talent.
Looking at the mid-level spiritual intelligence martial artist standing in front of him, Xu Han thought in his heart, how come they belonged to the Yan family, and it seemed that he and the Yan family were really predestined.
With the start of the referee, Yan Biao did not step forward, and kept turning around Xu Han, looking for opportunities for surprise attacks.
"Degree-type warrior?" Xu Han was puzzled when he looked at the degree of the middle-term spiritual intelligence realm warrior who was far away.
Immediately, thunderstorms turned and his feet were surrounded by a ray of thunder, and he rushed towards Yan Biao on the right.
The purgatory thunder dragon claws were shot out, Yan Biao dodged, neither attacked nor counterattacked, but kept evading.
"Want to do it? Then let's see whose speed is fast!" Xu Han looked at the thunder dragon's finger hitting the ground, and said with contempt.
Jiuxiao Chaos Decision is fully running in the body, and the strength in the later stage of the Lingzhi Realm is completely exploded, and a tyrannical aura hits the strict standard.
"Master Han is really in the late stage of spiritual intelligence." Looking at Xu Han who was like a god on the stage, Cangyun Town martial artist exclaimed.
Suppressed by Xu Han's momentum, Yan Biao's figure was affected, and he stagnated.
Xu Han seized the opportunity and rushed to the thunderstorm fivefold, with Qianyuan Thunder Dragon punching Yan Biao's hands that crossed his chest in his hands.
Zi~~Ah~
A crisp fracture sound accompanied by screams spread throughout the audience, Yan Biao's right forearm bends outward at an exaggerated angle.
Yan Biao's eyes were full of pain as he looked at the half-white forearm bone.
Drops of blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the ring, looking from a distance, like plum blossoms, so delicate.
Regardless of the strict standards of howling, Xu Han stepped forward and kicked him off the ring.
"Xujiapu! Xu Hansheng!"
"Oh! Brother Han won the second game in a row, and he was promoted in the first round." Mu Xinyu jumped and cheered from the stand watching Xu Han who was majestic in the court.
Seeing Xu Han win two games so easily, Xu Jiapu was all excited.
Yan Ye looked at Yan Biao who was lying on the ground, his heart was full of irritation, and he was defeated so quickly without consuming Xu Haohan's aura.
"Zhier, it's up to you to come down." Yan Ye said to Yan Zhi who was eager to try.
"Grandpa! Don't worry." Yan Zhi watched Xu Han believe himself on the stage.
"Xu Han, this is the end of your winning streak." Yan Zhi shouted loudly on the stage, and then jumped directly onto the ring.
"Unexpectedly, it belongs to the Yan family again. I have a relationship with you!" Xu Han said softly, looking at Yan Zhi who was standing calmly in front of him.
"It's actually Yan Zhi! Yan Zhi has already had the strength of the late Spiritual Intelligence realm a long time ago. It's hard to say this time?"
"I don't know if Xu Han can win three games in a row!"
Seeing that Yan Zhi, the second young master of the Yan family, jumped into the field, the martial artist in the field exclaimed, all discussing who has the best chance of winning this time.
Most people think it is difficult for Xu Han to achieve three consecutive victories. After all, he has already fought two consecutive games, and Yan Zhi is a veteran Cangyun Town late-stage warrior in the spiritual intelligence realm.
"Brother Han! Come on!" Looking at the next martial artist, it turned out to be Yan Family Yanzhi, but Mu Xinyu was still full of confidence in Xu Han.
"I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth." Xu Han looked at Yan Zhi indifferently, and said with a chuckle.
"Today, let you see what is the strength of the later stage of the spiritual intelligence." Yan Zhi finished speaking, and blasted towards Xu Han with his martial arts.
Looking at Yan Zhi rushing, Xu Han ran martial arts in his hands and greeted him.
Xu Han flashed a fist from the side, lowered his body, propped on the ground with his hands, and hit his lower body with his right foot.
Yan Zhi kept resisting with his hands, and the shadows of his legs flashed.
For a time, the shadows of the fists and the legs staggered in the ring.
The warriors in the audience watched and exclaimed constantly.
As it is now, the warriors who are not much different in strength, fight more by relying on rich experience.
"So strong!" Yan Zhi was shocked feeling the vigor in his hands.
Not seen for a few months, this Xu Han's strength is really a world of difference!
Yan Zhi's whole body was radiant with golden light, and compared to Yan An, his Golden Rainbow Art cultivation was much higher.
Seven fist shadows rushed in the air, and when Xu Han was approaching, the seven fist shadows layered upon Yan Zhi's fist.
Seeing this seven kill fist with much higher power than Yan An used, Xu Han didn't dare to be careless, Qianyuan Thunder Fist in his hand rushed straight away.
boom! There was a loud noise, a wave of air swept outwards, and the sky was dusty for a while.
Xu Han stepped back a few steps, feeling Yan Zhi's approximate position, and two Thunder Dragons pointed one after another and shot straight away.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Yan Zhi dodged a blow, but there was another blow directly behind him on his left shoulder.
Yan Zhi staggered, injured his left shoulder, and immediately retreated.
Xu Han rushed out and looked at Yan Zhi who was injured and retreated. He pressed his feet and the claws in his hands gathered.
Feeling that there is still half of the aura in the body, Xu Han said in his heart: "It seems that there is more aura than the average martial artist of the same realm."
Yan Zhi flashed to the right, a huge claw shadow swept across the border, and a few strands of blue silk fell with the wind.
"It's dangerous!" Yan Zhi said in shock as he felt the claws slashing against his face.
After the two staggered and stood on stage, Xu Han was still extremely relaxed, and Yan Zhi's left shoulder was stained red with blood.
Seeing that Xu Han had the upper hand, the martial artist in the audience was shocked.
"You are nothing more than that." Xu Han said calmly looking at Yan Zhi who was a little embarrassed.
"You!" Yan Zhi's mouth twitched, his heart furious.
"When did Xujiapu have such a powerful thunder attribute martial arts?" The left shoulder was hit, and the wound was surrounded by thunder spirit power, Yan Zhi thought in his heart.
Seeing that Yan Zhi's wound was still bleeding, Xu Han smiled and ran, and his martial arts continued to greet him.
As time passed, Yan Zhi became more and more disadvantaged. Originally, he wanted to use his experience and spiritual pressure to defeat Xu Han, but he didn't expect his martial arts to be so powerful.
"It's this damn Thunder Spiritual Power again." The two fists met, and Yan Zhi felt an overbearing spiritual force go straight into the body through his fist.
The left shoulder was injured, and the Lei Lingli in his body rammed indiscriminately. Yan Zhi didn't react quickly, and Xu Han flew a kick into his chest.
Xu Han looked at Yan Zhi, who had stepped back several steps, and struck his chest with a fist.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yan Zhi smashed his whole body towards the distant stand of Yan's house.
"Zhier!"
"Master Zhi!"
Seeing the young master of the Yan family flying in the air, everyone in the Yan mansion felt nervous.
A figure flew out from the direction of Yan's family, and it was the stern master of the Yan family that caught the Yan Zhi in the air.
"Xujiapu, Xu Han won three consecutive victories! Proceed to the finals!" The referee shouted when Yan Zhi had lost the ring.
"Yeah! I knew that Brother Han would win!" Xinyu said happily.
"Master Han has won again!"
Seeing Xu Han winning another round in the court, Xujiabao warriors shouted.
"It seems that Xujiapu has a high probability of winning the first prize."
Seeing Xu Han defeated the strongest son of the Yan family in this class, they were all extremely divided.
"Wait!"