"Is this? High-level hidden talisman?"

Outside the field, the foundation-building referee in charge of the No. 13 ring looked at Han Li standing calmly on the stage with shock.

"Ahem, the winner of the 13th arena, the winner is 131."

After announcing the result, he no longer cared about Han Li, but flew to the side of the burly man Ren Fang, picked him up and flew down the arena.

Han Li, with a happy face, left the arena with strange eyes of countless Huangfeng Valley Qi training disciples under the ring.

Compared to his previous "using talismans to suppress people", this operation is obviously even more bizarre.

In the viewing table during the Jiedan period, an old man with white hair and a childish face sighed with a strange expression:

"Although this child's cultivation qualification is average, he can be so sarcastic and deceitful at this age. I appreciate it very much. If he can successfully build the foundation with the foundation pill this time, I will be able to earn him to his subordinates."

Lei Wanhe, who was round and round, also smiled and said, "Senior Brother Gu has a good view. This kid is quite in line with my appetite. If the senior brother doesn't speak, Lei may not have to accept another registered disciple."

The old man surnamed Gu smiled and said, "In this way, this little guy was cheated by me. Junior Brother Lei has created the first pill for me. He can be a disciple of you, but he is not comparable to my disciple."

"Where is it, senior brother praised it, hahaha!"

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In the pavilion, Wan Xuan looked at Han Li leaving the arena and was quite convinced.

After all, Old Demon Han is Old Demon Han. Although Xiaoping is an important contribution to his ability to rise all the way, his own wisdom, strategy, cautious personality, and heart toward Taoism are all the best.

In the match just now, Old Mo Han first pretended to be shaken by the other party's words, but secretly used a high-level hidden talisman to paste it on the magic weapon and released it quietly.

Pretend to answer, he attracted his attention, and finally shocked his mind with words, and at the same time he launched a magic weapon to smash the back of the head.

This is something that is not a person with a strong face and a dark heart, but he really can't do it.

It's funny to say that Han Li's reputation has just improved among the disciples of Huangfeng Valley, but he may have fallen to the bottom again.

Compared to the sneak attack just now, it was really shameless.

However, if you look at your face as heavier than the Foundation Building Pill, the old demon will not be an old demon.

The battle between Han Li and Ren Fang ended too dramatic, and most of the remaining more than 100 disciples were actually trapped in a hard battle.

After all, there is indeed no weak hand for the Qi training disciples who can enter the sixth round. Many of the trump cards that were not exposed in the competition were also revealed in this round.

Soon, the entire sixth round of the match ended, and the promoted disciples flew out of the arena, found some open spaces to sit down, and began to take medicine to recover from injuries and magic.

After the sixth round, they only have two short hours of rest time, so it is impossible to fully recover, but if they can recover one more point, they will have one more chance of winning in the next seventh round.

Ren Fang, who was defeated by Han Li, tried to persuade the old demon to surrender because he wanted to protect his combat power and advance. He was only the last time he was rebeled.

On the other side, the disciples who failed to advance were also taken off the arena by the foundation-building referees and moved to another place to treat them.

Except for Ren Fang who fell under Han Li, the other defeated disciples were all seriously injured.

But Ren Fang obviously would not thank Han Li for not being hurt. On the contrary, Ren Fang, who had already woken up at this moment, looked at Han Li with resentment, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Han Li said he was not panicked at all about Ren Fang's gaze and sat calmly on the ground with his eyes closed.

Two hours later, a foundation-building referee flew into the air and read out the list of confrontations:

“No. 1, No. 36, Arena 1…

No. 81, No. 131, No. 4 ring...

No. 1,577, No. 3,322, and No. 27!"

When the foundation-building referee began to read the list of competitions, Han Li opened his eyes and listened carefully.

However, when he heard that his opponent was "No. 81", even as calm as Han Laomo was in a moment of loss of consciousness. After a moment, his face turned completely gloomy.

On the other hand, Ren Fang, who was defeated by Han Li in the last round, had no intention of suppressing himself at all when he heard this list and laughed to the sky.

Not only him, but the other many of the other promoted disciples also showed gloating expressions in their eyes, but they had never shown it as obvious as Ren Fang.

Many Huangfeng Valley Qi training disciples who were eating melons and watching operas were also ridiculed by others, and they all sighed that "the sky has eyes."

After all, at this round of the competition, everyone has long remembered which disciple each number represents.

No. 81 is Wan Xuan, the recognized number one, and Uncle Wan!

Even Wan Xuan himself on the pavilion was briefly confused when he heard the list of contests.

Then he began to wonder whether he should be a favor in this competition.

After all, the rewards for the competition are really optional for Wan Xuan.

Even the so-called quota for joining the Immortal Secretariat is not attractive to him.

Not to mention that this small account was left only to take care of the Wan family. As the direct disciple of the small account Lei Wanhe, it was just a matter of just one sentence to join the Immortal Secretariat.

Using an optional competition reward and taking personal favors with the Han Lao Mo with unlimited future potential seems to be a huge deal.

But after thinking about it, Wan Xuan decided to perform as usual.

Unless Han Li can show his strength to defeat his clone, then his path to the competition will end here.

No, there is no need...

As soon as Wan Xuan flew to the arena, he got an answer from the foundation-building referee that did not surprise him too much.

"He gave up?"

The foundation-building referee smiled and said, "That disciple considered himself no match for his junior brother, so he gave in directly."

Wan Xuan nodded, without saying anything, turned around and flew away from the ring.

In the audience, many disciples were also talking about it when they saw the referee of the No. 4 ring directly announced that Wan Xuan won.

Most of them despise Han Li even more, thinking that he is "bullying the weak and afraid of the strong" and "despicable and shameless".

There are still a few who agree with Han Li's approach. After all, those who know the times are heroes. They know how to choose and move forward and retreat. This is more difficult than just being reckless and reckless.

Time began to fly by, because most of the disciples did not fully recover, the seventh round ended faster than the sixth round.

Then there is the eighth round, the ninth round, the tenth round, the seventh round, the fourth round, the fourth round, the twoth round...

By the final battle, it was noon on the fifth day. When the male disciple, who had fought hard for several rounds and was covered in scars, saw Wan Xuan, who had no wrinkles on his clothes, he also smiled bitterly and chose to admit defeat.

At this point, the Huangfeng Valley Qi Practice Competition, which lasted nearly six days and nights, ended here.
Chapter completed!