Chapter 192 I will avenge you

"Xu Ziran! You are looking for death!"

Yuan Rutong was furious, and his chest heaved violently.

He didn't expect that Xu Ziran was so courageous and dared to get his hands on their Yiyuan Sect's most precious treasure.

Xu Ziran's feet seemed to have taken root. He stood on the spot and said coldly: "You are the one who bullied others too much! What is occupation? What is something that does not belong to you? According to Yuanzong's rules, the spiritual weapons captured in the martial arts competition shall be returned to the owner. All to the winner! If you, the Yiyuan Sect, want to use your power to bully others, why don’t you break the Yuan Sect’s rules?”

If a big hat is slapped on for breaking the rules of Yuanzong, even the Yiyuanmen will not be able to withstand it.

Yuan Rutong's face was ashen, "Xu Ziran, you are very good, you..."

Before he finished his sentence, he was interrupted by Xu Ziran.

"Yuan Rutong, are you so old and confused that you have forgotten what your Yiyuan Sect did a hundred years ago?" Xu Ziran's voice was as cold as ice.

A hundred years ago?

Some of the Qi-gathering powers around were at a loss, and some were suddenly stunned.

One hundred years is really too long, so long that many people have forgotten what happened.

But there were also a few older Qi gathering experts who remembered the past a hundred years ago.

Li Yuanyi!

Back then, the golden generation of Yuanmen, Li Yuanyi, Mu Canglan, and Du Hun, were all heroes and absolutely top-notch geniuses.

Originally, all three of them had hoped to get a spot in the marrow washing pool, but they were attacked by the upper three gates, and the two of them fell out of the top eight.

Among them, the culprit who contributed the most is the Yiyuan Sect!

If it weren't for the Yiyuan Sect's obstruction, Li Yuanyi and the other three would have created elixir bodies a hundred years ago.

This is almost a great hatred that will cut off the foundation of the Yuan Sect.

Now, the situation has changed, and the Blood Yuan Sword of the Yi Yuan Sect is in the hands of the Yuan Sect. Yuan Rutong actually wants to take it back in vain?

It’s just wishful thinking!

Several powerful Qi-gathering experts exchanged vague glances several times, and secretly made up their minds to make an appointment with Xu Ziran after the martial arts competition.

I thought Xu Ziran was just being tough before.

Now thinking of the feud between the two families, Xu Ziran might actually dare to take out the Blood Yuan Sword and sell it.

A middle-grade spiritual weapon is a powerful weapon for any sect!

The atmosphere in front of the stone tablet gradually became more subtle.

Yuan Rutong also truly realized the sense of crisis.

If the Blood Yuan Sword is really sold, then she will be the eternal sinner of the Yiyuan Sect.

With fear in her heart, she didn't dare to continue to show off her power to Xu Ziran. She could only hold in her breath and turn her head to look in the direction of the stone monument.

Du Longyun on the side saw this scene and snorted disdainfully.

Courageless bandits.

He was actually fooled by Xu Ziran.

Han Yang only defeated Nanmen Wan'er, but did not necessarily grab the Blood Essence Sword. Yuan Rutong was actually frightened into silence...

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Martial arts field.

Nanmen Wan'er stood there blankly, as if she was stupid.

She kept attacking Han Yang, each move harder and harder than the last.

Under the violent attack, Han Yang finally showed a flaw.

She was overjoyed and rushed over.

In the end, it turned out to be Han Yang's trap.

The Tianyuan Sword struck at her wrist at an incredible angle.

At the time, she had only two options.

Either give up the Blood Yuan Sword, or give up your own palm.

She chose to keep her hand.

The Blood Origin Sword was snatched away by Han Yang and held in his hand.

It wasn't until that moment that she realized that Han Yang was clearly teasing her on purpose.

With the power of Han Yang's last sword, he can defeat her openly and honestly. Han Yang's strength is above the peak of Golden Bone!

"Concession!"

Han Yang held the Tianyuan Sword in his right hand and the Blood Yuan Sword in his left hand. Shi Shiran withdrew from the battle circle.

The geniuses from various sects around are still at a loss.

Lost?

Nanmen Wan'er, who was in charge of the Blood Yuan Sword and came out on top in the first round, was defeated like this?

Many people didn't even see how Nanmen Wan'er lost.

I only saw Han Yang showing his flaws, and then Nanmen Wan'er gave up and threw away the Blood Yuan Sword.

"you……"

Nanmen Wan'er's small breasts were bulging, and she pointed at Han Yang and wanted to speak.

Han Yang stopped and said calmly: "What? Do you want to continue fighting me?"

For some reason, Nanmen Wan'er heard a chill from these words that made her hair stand on end.

"Admit defeat!

Su Moyi didn't know when she walked up to Nanmen Wan'er and pulled the angry woman back.

Nanmen Wan'er ignored it and wanted to continue speaking. Su Moyi said coldly: "Do you want to die?"

Su Moyi was not Nanmen Wan'er who was hidden and trained by the sect and was inexperienced in worldly affairs. He knew that Han Yang had murderous intentions.

If Nanmen Wan'er dares to continue to provoke, death will be the only thing waiting for her.

The sect's martial arts competition is not about playing house.

Provoking your opponent will never end well.

Nanmen Wan'er's body suddenly froze, and she looked at Su Moyi aggrievedly.

This idiot has never said such cruel words to her.

"I will avenge you."

Su Moyi left a word in an indifferent tone, then passed her and walked towards Han Yang.

Nanmen Wan'er's aggrieved and angry eyes immediately turned to panic.

Although she is arrogant and stubborn, she also knows how terrifying Han Yang's true strength is, and a dull boy may not be his opponent.

"Su! Forget it, my skills are inferior to others, there is no need for you to stand up for me!"

With some final stubbornness, Nanmen Wan'er shouted loudly.

Su Moyi waved her hand back, but ignored Nanmen Wan'er's dissuasion.

"Su Moyi of the Yiyuan Sect, challenge Han Yang of the Yuan Sect!"

He bowed his hands in an orderly manner, and even the angle of the salute seemed to have been specially measured and was quite satisfactory.

boom!

There was an uproar.

If before Nanmen Wan'er's defeat, some people still regarded Han Yang as a soft persimmon, no one thinks so now.

In terms of swordsmanship, he can deal with Nanmen Wan'er.

In terms of realm, it can knock back the peak of the golden bone with one palm.

In terms of weapons, he has a top-grade spiritual weapon.

This is not a soft persimmon, it is clearly a monster that chooses people to devour.

I don’t know what kind of bad luck Yuanmen had. First there was Li Xuanyu, a gifted wine and swordsman, and now there is the unpredictable Han Yang.

Ninety percent of the geniuses present had given up the idea of ​​challenging Han Yang.

Unexpectedly, Su Moyi would be so stubborn that he would dare to challenge Han Yang after Nanmen Wan'er, who was in charge of the middle-grade spiritual weapon, lost.

"Stupid idiot, come back here. I said you don't need to stand up for me!"

Nanmen Wan'er was really anxious and wanted to bring Su Moyi back.

The old man who was smiling all the time waved his sleeves and knocked Nanmen Wan'er out of the arena.

"Su Moyi has issued a challenge, so don't make any noise!"

Nanmen Wan'er's face turned red, and the golden bone light flashed several times, but it was unable to break through the old man's energy.

Han Yang threw it away casually, put the Blood Origin Sword into the sword box behind his back, held the Tian Yuan Sword in his hand, and stepped back into the arena.

The action of putting the Blood Origin Sword into the sword box once again made many people gasp.

This guy actually dared to take the Yi Yuan Sect's spiritual weapon as his own.

Su Mo's sleeves shook, and there was an extra weapon in his hand.

Not a sword, not a sword, but a ruler, a ruler for measuring the sky.

"Please advise!"

Su Moyi pointed the measuring ruler diagonally forward in his hand, making an ancient ritual starting gesture.

"You guy, you are so young, how can you be so old-school in doing things..."

Han Yang smiled and pointed the Tianyuan Sword diagonally to the right in his hand, using the same ancient ritual starting gesture.

Su Moyi's dull eyes finally had a wave of emotion.

The fighting spirit began to boil.