The martial artist in the field was shouting for joy. Looking at the white tiger leaping from Xu Han's palm, his momentum was not weaker than the sword energy coming from across the sky, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
The sword energy that slashed in the air was not simple. Looking at the white tiger that hit the air, Xu Han's eyes were solemn, and above the surface, a fierce energy wandered and rushed.
Zuo Junzhe's sword aura came prepared, and his own white tiger had only condensed in a hurry, I am afraid it is not that simple to crush that sword aura.
Roar!
The huge white tiger in the sky has a fierce light in his eyes, and there are waves of fierce energy on his body, his limbs stomping violently, and he leaned over and blasted towards the slashing sword.
boom!
In the nervous eyes of everyone, the sword energy in the air rushed down, directly on the leaping white tiger.
In the surprise gazes of the surrounding martial artists, the white tiger in the air was directly smashed by the cross sword energy, and the remaining sword energy went straight to Xu Han on the stage.
"Okay! Kill him all at once."
The warrior off the court looked at this scene and couldn't help shouting loudly, with an expression of excitement in his eyes, trying to fight the Zuo Young Master in vain, just looking for death.
"Humph!"
Xu Han let out a cold snort, looking at the huge sword energy cut in the air, his eyes were full of disdain, and on the lightly drooping right fist, tyrannical spiritual power flowed extremely.
The martial artists around were all excited, but Zuo Junzhe's eyes on the stage were full of worries. Everyone didn't know the situation of the sword qi, but Zuo Junzhe clearly felt that the sword qi in the air was empty.
Under that terrifying white tiger, it was almost consumed, and now there is no more power to kill that Xu Han.
Pouch!
In the horrified gaze of the surrounding martial artists, the huge cross-sword energy drawn in the air was directly smashed by Xu Han's sharp punch and turned into a burst of spiritual energy and dissipated in the air.
"I don't know what other tricks you have? Use them together?" Xu Han glanced at the astonished martial artist around him, looked at Zuo Junzhe not far away, and shouted in a low voice, his eyes full of disdain.
"You???." The strongest move has been used, but no effect has been obtained. Zuo Junzhe's face is embarrassed, and the blue veins on his right hand holding the big knife straighten up.
Seeing that there was nothing to say, Xu Han's eyes flashed, and he stepped on his right foot lightly, and rushed straight up. The fierce martial arts in his hand went straight up, but he wanted to end the battle quickly.
Zuo Junzhe is already poor in skill now, and has used his strongest martial skills, but he hasn't played Xu Han at all, and Xu Han has not even used Zhanling.
A series of fierce martial arts blasted out, and Zuo Junzhe, holding a big knife, had to evade in embarrassment, and was completely at a disadvantage.
"Who is this Han Han, who can beat Zuo Junzhe, who has entered the trial of Thunder Tower, with no power to fight back. Looking at the scene, it seems that there is still room for it?"
Seeing Xu Han's brilliant performance now and crushing Zuo Junzhe to death on the stage, people began to guess Xu Han's identity off the court, but no one dared to look down upon him.
The opposite Zuo Junzhe had a bitter expression on his face. The big knife in his hand was cut out, and it was impossible to resist Xu Han's punching force.
"There is no means, then lie down obediently." Xu Han looked at Zuo Junzhe in front of him, his face was cold, and he yelled in a low voice, and then rushed up with the powerful spiritual power.
The black armor on the right fist spread out, and Xu Han waved his right hand and directly grasped the knife cut by Zuo Junzhe. The blades that escaped were directly crushed.
"How is it possible?" Zuo Junzhe held knives in both hands, unable to move for a short time, Xu Han's forceful punch hit Zuo Junzhe's chest in shock.
Pouch!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zuo Junzhe, who was holding a big knife, was directly blown away with a punch, his face was extremely pale.
Xu Han didn't have the thought of playing with it. In the horrified gaze of the surrounding martial artists, he flew up, danced with his legs, and kicked his chest.
boom!
Zuo Junzhe fell to the ground with a look of astonishment, with a big knife in his hand not far away, looking at Xu Han who was pacing, his eyes were full of surprise.
After passing the Leita trial, he was actually defeated by an unknown warrior. At the end of the battle, even the warrior of that warrior hadn't seen it.
"With your strength, you are still a little bit close to killing me." Xu Han looked at Zuo Junzhe who was lying on the ground, his eyes were calm, and he said softly.
"Who are you? I can't have heard of such a strong strength." Zuo Junzhe murmured while looking at Xu Han, who was calm and not overwhelmed.
Xu Han did not answer, looked at the martial artist on the ground, and said softly: "Keep your life for yourself, please take out your admission ticket?"
"what!"
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the young man in front of him wanted his own admission ticket. It was his own glory, and it was also the glory of the Zuo family.
In the city of Yaotian, Zuo Junzhe believed that even if Han Han was strong, he would not dare to kill himself openly. After all, he killed himself, but he must immediately face the anger of the Zuo family.
But Xu Han wanted his admission ticket, and he had no room to refuse. In the battle of the ring, unless the winner agreed, no one would dare to break the light film forcibly.
This is not only the rules of Yaotian City, but also the rules of the entire Lingyuanda 6, and it is also the dignity of a warrior.
The surrounding martial artists saw that Xu Han was asking for Zuo Junzhe's admission, and their eyes were full of consternation. With the end of the trial, the martial arts meeting had been spread in the sixth day.
It was a grand event of the National University of China, what a glorious thing. Passing the primary election means that the young generation is strong. If they can stand out from the crowd, they are destined to be famous all over the world.
With a pale face, Zuo Junzhe appeared on his right hand. It was the paper with aura, and Zuo Junzhe, whose eyes were full of reluctance, handed it up tremblingly.
At this moment, he knew that there were people outside of the sky, among the Thunder Tower, he had never heard of Xu Han's news, but his strength was so strong, didn't he participate in the trial of Thunder Tower
Ling Xuan Da 6 is so big, I am afraid that the talent is innumerable than his own, but he secretly made up his mind to cultivate hard from now on, otherwise participating in the martial arts club would be self-seeking humiliation.
He provoked the competition, and the opponent let him go, just wanting his own admission ticket. It was already very kind, and he had no choice.
Looking at the faint golden entrance ticket in Zuo Junzhe's hand, the warriors in the field were all greedy.
Xu Han took the admission ticket handed with joy in his eyes, a look of spiritual energy in his hand, a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Hahaha
It's the same! "Xu Han laughed loudly, and didn't care about Zuo Junzhe, who was full of bitter expression on the ground.
Zuo Junzhe, lying on the ground, didn't pay attention to Xu Han's words at all, but looked at the admission ticket with full eyes.
They were all organized by Shiweitian. There is nothing wrong with thinking about it. Now that it has been confirmed, Xu Han is relieved. It seems that with this admission ticket, he can also travel from Leizhou to Tianzhou.
Xu Han glanced at Zuo Junzhe, who stood up pale, and waved his right hand. The admission ticket in his hand was lost again. He didn't care about Zuo Junzhe who was surprised, and got up and walked down the stage.
"You???" Zuo Junzhe looked at the lost admission ticket and said in surprise.
Although knowing this admission ticket, only through the selected warrior can use it, the power of food is the sky, surely no warrior can impost it.
But if you pass the selection, if you don't have the admission ticket, I am afraid you want to participate in the martial arts club, I don't know if it is possible.
Not only Zuo Junzhe was astonished, but the warriors all around, all looked suspicious, and the admission ticket was returned back in vain.
Xu Han didn't look back, looking at the martial artists in amazement on the side of the stage, his eyes were calm and there was no trace of pride, and he walked quickly towards the stage.
"Master! Master! Are you okay?" When Xu Han stepped off the ring, many warriors rushed up around him, looking at Zuo Junzhe, with continuous concern.
Cough cough cough
Zuo Junzhe coughed softly, glanced at Xu Han in the distance, and whispered in his mouth: "Help me back home."
"Master! What about Han Han?" An old man supporting Zuo Junzhe looked at Xu Han's back with cold light in his eyes.
"Go!" Zuo Junzhe's eyes flashed with shame, and he shouted in a low voice.
The battle was provoked by himself, and if he was defeated and sent a warrior to do despicable things, what kind of face does Zuo Junzhe have to stay in Leizhou. .
When the warrior saw this, he was not talking, and directly drove Zuo Junzhe towards Zuofu.
"En?" Xu Han said softly, but he didn't see the little Leizi rushing up. If he wanted to come and win, this little guy would definitely be the first to rush up.
Looking towards the previous place, he could not see the figure of the little Leizi. Xu Han rushed up quickly, and his aura went away. There was no trace of him around.
"Damn it!" Xu Han cursed inwardly, looking around, but he didn't see the figure of Hu Han.
The eyes were full of forest, and he didn't care about the martial artists who had gathered around him. Xu Han hummed softly and ran towards the courtyard in his memory.
"Hu Han! You are all looking for death!" Looking at the buildings passing by, Xu Han shouted in a low voice, his eyes were already murderous.
I think it must have been Hu Han who took advantage of Xiao Leizi while he was fighting.
As for the familiar courtyard, Hu Han sat on the top and several warriors sitting down. There were already warriors in the room reporting the fighting situation.
"Sure enough, Young Master Zuo lost, Han Han didn't kill him?" Hu Han got up, looked at the martial artist on the ground, and asked softly.
The low warrior did not dare to pause for a moment, and said anxiously, "No! I just looked at Zuo Young Master's admission ticket."
"Hmph! Go and prepare, Han Han is coming soon if you want to come." Hu Han waved back the martial artist, looked at the few people in the room, and shouted in a low voice.
"Okay, boss! Then Han Han will come and tell him to come back."
"Really arrogant, let us be here, boss, don't worry, you will make his corpse on the spot."
The warrior in the room screamed, and then walked towards the courtyard. In the huge courtyard, there is no beggar now, but there are dozens of warriors standing, all of them exuding a powerful aura.
In the color of the warrior's shout, all of them concealed themselves toward the room on one side.