Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1715: Karma

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Chapter 1715 Karma and Retribution

"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, and save strength!"

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

There was a lot of discussion, and the irony in the words was not concealed. Kong Chan taught the people without saying a word, Kong Jianyuan meaningfully scanned those who despised Han Yu. The Nangong family didn’t talk about it either, they knew Han Yu’s strength,

"A group of eyesless guys, waiting for the boss to brighten your eyes!" The storm and the storm 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 it, but looked at Han Yu with a sneer on his face, and said, "I don't admit defeat now, don't kneel down and beg for mercy in a while! Even begging for mercy will be useless then."

Wei Chu's voice just fell, it was a scream, and then he flew upside down, 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 became a space by itself, and Wei Chu was directly punched out of the space with a punch. The power of this punch is evident.

Look 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 watching him feel painful.

"One punch beats Wei Chu like this. 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 feel Han Yu's cultivation level in detail, but Han Yu seems to have a protective cover on his body, unable to sense anything.

"It's just to find a sense of presence 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 Sect and reached out to fetch the things on it at will. Suddenly, one hand firmly grasped Han Yu's wrist.

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

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

Far away, 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 threw the medicinal materials on the Feng Clan's table at random, 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 will be drawn.

The opponent who was drawn by the storm was Kong Ling, and she directly chose to surrender, so that people who didn't laugh were ridiculed. Han Yu's opponent was a person from the early stage of Wusheng Huaxing quadruple, and was defeated by Han Yu with one move.

"One move to defeat the master of Wusheng's early stage Huaxing four-layer, is he a 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 shocks and doubts. Han Yu didn’t pay attention to this. The three of the Wind Clan were completely immersed in joy, and they didn’t even bother to take care of their surroundings. Gossip.

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.

Recalling what I said to the Wind Clan before, there seemed to be countless slaps, slapped in the face of the Tsing Yi Sword School frantically. In particular, Wei Zixian had already started to regret a little, and this time he completely offended the Feng Clan.

Originally, Wei Chu was badly hurt by Han Yu's 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 competitions was all over and the third draw began.

Han Yu stepped onto 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 master of Wusheng's early stage transformation star five with one move, which attracted the attention of countless people.

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

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

The people of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect are all depressed, and they can't help but look towards the strong wind and waves. Among the many participants, the Tsing Yi Sword Sect has the only hope of winning against the strong wind and waves. 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.

The eighth draw, this time the Tsing Yi Sword School 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.

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

Everyone looks 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 they wanted to step on the shoulders of the Feng Clan was crushed by Han Yu's foot.

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 Family were unbeaten in one game, and temporarily tied for first place. Hongguang Temple and Feng Family in the Far Travel Region were tied for eight wins and eight losses, tied for second place. Tsing Yi Sword School had zero wins and 15 losses, the bottom the first.