Super Soldier King Chapter 4253: Third Divine Script

readx(); I don’t know if it’s because the third **** pattern is lit. Ye Haoran’s use of the power of the Five Elements method has suddenly got a lot of inspiration. But Ye Haoran did not rush to practice, but stared at his third divine point thoughtfully.

"This third **** pattern lights up, and actually requires the power of the four sources of wind, thunder, electricity, and light." Ye Haoran only felt confused.

Although he now knows how to light up the third **** pattern, the power of the four sources of wind, thunder and lightning has never been seen by Ye Haoran. At least, all the ribs of the animal source that Ye Haoran has seen now, and the power of the dharma source with all known attributes have always been only the five-element attribute. Where are the powers of the dharma source of the four attributes of wind, thunder and lightning?

"This is really a troublesome thing. I haven't seen it before. How can I get it?" Ye Haoran smiled bitterly.

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The following day, Ye Haoran followed Huqiu and others to the Nanhe Tribe Square early in the morning, and the ring has already been set up here.

The patriarchs of the four tribes sat at the top of the square, with lounges on both sides, prepared for the twelve people participating.

There is not much nonsense. After the head of the Nanhe tribe came forward and introduced the rules of the game, the game started directly.

The rules of the game are very simple. The four rings, and the last four people who can stand on the ring, are the top four in this game. The final quarter-finals will start the competition one by one, so as to separate the champion, runner-up, third runner-up and fourth place.

As for the order of appearance, they are appointed by the heads of their respective tribes. The game officially kicked off.

Ye Haoran, as the most Top player in the Tata tribe, was naturally left by Hu Qiu at the end, so as not to let Ye Haoran encounter a powerful opponent too early, or expose his strength in advance.

Soon, the competition on the four rings begins. Responsible for the safety of the ring game are the four Nanhe tribal elders on the ring, and the strong players in the fourth-level Ancient Martial Artist. Secondly, there are still four tribal patriarchs looking at it, so basically there will be no deaths.

The patriarchs of the four tribes, the first round sent to the players are relatively weak players, all of which are only the major general cultivation base strength.

With the end of the first round of semi-finals, the temporary semi-finals on the ring are two players from Nanhe tribe, one player from Fengyu tribe and one player from Damo tribe. The first round of the Tata tribe just sent a person, so after the defeat, no one stayed in the ring.

From the players sent in the first round, you can see which of the four tribes are stronger and weaker. The first round of the Nanhe tribe actually sent two strong men, both of which were firmly occupying the ring.

Following is the second round of competition. After this round, you can basically determine the top four candidates.

Sure enough, the second round of fighting was much more intense than the first round. But the final result is still that the Nanhe tribe occupies two rings, the Fengyu tribe occupies one, and the Damo tribe occupies one. As for the Tata tribe, it has always been defeated, and no one has grabbed the ring position.

On the stage, Jiang Yinting looked at this scene, his face filled with triumphant smiles, looked towards Huqiu on the side, and said, "Huqiu, it seems that your tribe is really going to be at the bottom again, Moreover, it seems that even the top four positions can not grab one."

Listening to Jiang Yinting’s ridicule, Huqiu is calm, although there are now four players on the ring, but the strength of the four players is only the level of the Ancient Martial Artist of the third level, although several people are close to the fourth level Ancient Martial Artist Standard, but compared with Ye Haoran, the difference is too far.

So, Hu Qiu is not worried about the current situation at all. For him anyway, among the three players of the Tata tribe, only Ye Haoran has the strength to reach the semi-finals, so it is not important to show up early or show up late.

"Tiger Qiu, your fifty third-level monsters inner core, five fourth-level monsters inner core, and a godsend fruit, it seems that I have won!" Jiang Yinting looked so proud.

The patriarch of the Nanhe tribe and the patriarch of the Fengyu tribe are also happy, and they are happy to watch the two competing, and to read such jokes.

"It's too early to lose who wins. Isn't there one player from my Tata tribe who hasn't come on stage yet? It's your desert tribe. All three players are now up. If you have the remaining player, I was beaten down, but I couldn’t even enter the semifinals.” Hu Qiu sneered. He was waiting for this moment, at least before the semi-finals did not come out, he was able to win this Jiangyin court.

"Haha!" Of course Jiang Yinting knew that if he was the last player to be driven off the ring, his tribe would have missed the semifinals. Don’t forget, besides the Nanhe tribe and the Tata tribe, there is a player who has not played, and the players of the Fengyu tribe have all come out.

And, looking at the relationship between the four tribes. The remaining players of the Nanhe tribe either did not make a shot. The shot must be a challenge to the ring of the Fengyu tribe, not to challenge the ring of his desert tribe.

After all, although the Nanhe tribe is powerful, it occupies enough places in the top four. Coupled with the grudge between the Nanhe tribe and the Fengyu tribe, Jiang Yinting is almost certain that the Nanhe tribe's last shot was the one who challenged the Fengyu tribe.

The only players who can really threaten his desert tribe are the remaining players of the Tata tribe. As for the players of the Tata tribe, Jiang Yinting has never been concerned.

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

As the Nanhe tribal chief announced that the final round of the semi-finals began, Ye Haoran finally appeared slowly in the eyes of everyone under Hu Qiu's signal.

The emergence of Ye Haoran immediately caused a commotion in the Nanhe tribes.

"A primary Ancient Martial Artist?"

"Is the Tata tribe no one?"

"I actually sent such a weak guy to participate in the competition, even if I could kill him with one finger!"

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A burst of criticism sounded in the crowd, but Ye Haoran walked leisurely towards the ring occupied by the desert desert tribe Fu Tao. His challenge goal in this challenge is precisely Fu Tao. As long as he defeats Fu Tao, then the Damo tribe will be the bottom of the game. Hu Qiu and Jiang Yinting bet that Hu Qiu will naturally win.

When Jiang Yinting saw that the last representative of the Tata tribe was actually such a junior Ancient Martial Artist, he couldn’t help but be surprised. After a while, he laughed at Hu Qiuman. The face ridiculed: "Hu Qiu, are you crazy? Actually sent a junior Ancient Martial Artist to participate in the competition, are you Tata tribe really reduced to no one?"

"Such a weak Ancient Martial Artist, I am afraid that many people watching the game will be able to crush him with one hand." Jiang Yinting's smile was almost breathless.

The patriarch of the Nanhe tribe also frowned, looking at Huqiu with a dark face, and said stiffly, "Huqiu, even if you know that you won’t get a place in this competition, you should not send Such a junior Ancient Martial Artist to participate in the game! You are insulting the players participating in the game."

"Yes, Hu Qiu, your decision is really confusing. Sending such a weak Ancient Martial Artist, you might as well admit defeat. It’s not to let everyone read your jokes." Dai Dong, the patriarch of the Fengyu tribe He also said unpleasantly.

In the face of the tribute and ridicule of the three patriarchs, Hu Qiu was exceptionally calm and murmured: "Is the Ye Haoran of our tribe a weak Ancient Martial Artist, and you don’t know when he shoots?"

Wen Yan, the three patriarchs of the other tribes frowned slightly, and they could see that Hu Qiu was not kidding.

"A junior Ancient Martial Artist, can you beat so many levels and defeat our tribe's Fu Tao, who is comparable to the Ancient Martial Artist of the fourth level? If this is the case, I would rather be killed in front of you." Jiang Yinting said ironically The primary Ancient Martial Artist, this is the weakest Ancient Martial Artist, and even the cyclone is not condensed, it is stronger than the ordinary people at most, and the distance between the two is too large compared to Fu Tao, which is comparable to the fourth level Ancient Martial Artist~IndoMTL.com~ You said it yourself, don’t regret it! "Hu Qiu grinned.

Finally, at this time, Ye Haoran has entered the competitive ring. When Fu Tao saw Ye Haoran, he frowned slightly and said disdainfully: "Is the Tata tribe really no one? Send such a weak guy, is it necessary to come over and die? Get me down, don't Smudged my hands."

Fu Tao, because Ye Haoran is a Tata tribe, of course, he will not have a good complexion, and seeing the cultivation base breath of Ye Haoran, the primary Ancient Martial Artist, of course, it is inevitable that Tata tribe is intentionally humiliating him.

Faced with Fu Tao's contempt, Ye Haoran was unmoved. After walking straight to the ring, he slightly arched his hand and said, "Please enlighten Ye Haoran in the Lower Tata Tribe."

"Okay, since you are going to find your own death, then don’t complain about me!" Fu Tao snorted, and the murderous opportunity burst out. The difference between the two's strengths cultivation base is so great that it can't be beaten at all, as long as Fu Tao uses it a little bit Power is enough to kill Ye Haoran.

Said, Fu Tao's figure flickered, and the whole person disappeared in place, quickly stab at Ye Haoran with a sword. Because he regarded Ye Haoran as a primary Ancient Martial Artist, he didn't care too much, so he stabbed a sword at random, but it was extremely fast.

Ye Haoran looked at Fu Tao's fast stab, and there was a sneer on his face. Not to mention that Fu Tao is now despising the existence of Ye Haoran, even if Fu Tao is going all out, in Ye Haoran, he can't even make a move on time.

"Oh!"

It’s too late, it’s fast. Fu Tao's long sword came to Ye Haoran in a blink of an eye. Although this sword did not use all its strength, it was enough to kill the primary Ancient Martial Artist hundreds of times.

Fu Tao saw that when he was about to pierce the chest of Ye Haoran, Fu Tao suddenly changed his face. The sword he pierced, fell into the air and stabbed in the air!