"Haha, does Bishop Hastings care so much about our team members?" Ning Fengzhi said meaningfully.
He tightened his hands on the scepter, turned sideways, and looked at Bishop Martial Soul Branch Hall Hastings with a smile.
Gu Rong behind him narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes wandering maliciously on Hastings, and a faint pressure emerged.
"Uh, no, no, this bishop is passionate about love." Hastings's throat rolled, with a sneer on his face, he waved his hands repeatedly, and sat back obediently.
He didn't want to end up dead like Salas from Heaven Dou's branch hall.
But even if he couldn't see the young man's face in the ring, he could be sure that geniuses don't appear so easily. If Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could produce Han Yu, it would be considered highly regarded. This young man must be Han Yu.
"Hehehe, don't worry, you two. The next match is Spirit Hall versus Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If there is any grudge, let the young people handle it." Star Luo Emperor interrupted the conversation between Ning Fengzhi and Ning Fengzhi, but his eyes kept falling on Han Yu in the ring, his eyes full of appreciation.
The more he looks at Han Yu, the more satisfied he becomes, and the marriage that was rejected by Ning Fengzhi comes to mind again.
He selected a circle of marriage objects in his mind and found that only Zhu Zhuqing was the most suitable. Star Luo Clan's second daughter Zhu Family, the only flaw was that Zhu Zhuqing had the reputation of being married with the fingertips.
Thinking of this, he felt angry in his heart. He thought of his good-for-nothing son Dai Mubai, who had a bad character and didn't dare to face challenges. He actually fled to an enemy country and joined a pheasant academy to live life.
He raised his hand, rubbed his brow vigorously, wiped away these trivial matters, and thought about the marriage again.
Time passes quietly.
On the competition stage, the two teams left one after another.
The referee straightened his body, held his collar with both hands in front of his chest and adjusted it carefully, putting all his energy into the next game.
Spirit Hall Team versus Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Team.
These are two teams that are favorites to win the championship. The two major forces almost came to blows a year ago. All viewers are waiting to see the collision between these two teams.
"A string of sevens! A string of sevens!"
"I am a ten-year-old fan of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Team! Qibao will win!"
"Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!"
"Who is Sword Immortal?"
"I recognize that sword! He is Holy Son Han Yu! Sword Immortal!"
There was a storm in the audience, and the identity of Han Yu spread quickly. Some of the old audience members who had witnessed the battle at Heaven Dou Great Soul Fighting Arena stood up and shouted angrily.
Others were shocked when they heard that the boy who just made a string of sevens was Holy Son Han Yu. They had all seen the sky-high reward flyer, but they didn't expect that the person they were looking for would now appear on the stage.
The referee cleared his throat and shouted, "We are invited! Spirit Hall Team and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Team! Come on stage!"
The contestant channels on both sides of the arena lit up at the same time, spewing out bursts of white smoke and forming clouds of mist.
The seven people from the Spirit Hall staggered onto the stage, looking dazed and listless.
The person leading the team was none other than the tall and lanky Soul Master who had bullied Ning Tian before. His chest was rising and falling, his eyes were wandering, and he kept looking towards the opposite channel of players.
He is about the same strength as Dai Weisi of Star Luo Empire Team, both are Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. After seeing Han Yu's methods, he has no fighting spirit at all.
He was even worried that Han Yu would take his life in revenge during the game.
The next moment.
Three figures appeared in the player tunnel on the other side.
The leader was none other than Han Yu, who had just completed a string of sevens. He appeared without a mask this time, and his heroic face made the women present scream wildly.
Behind him were Ning Tian of Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, and an old friend from many years ago named Xue He.
"Why are there three people?"
"We don't want to look at three people! Continue the string of sevens! The seven treasures will win!"
"What's the point? I'm afraid I can't beat him, that's Spirit Hall Team!"
Han Yu strolled to the center of the ring and stood there, smiling and saying hello to the audience.
Ning Tian and Xue He had firm eyes and straight backs, protecting Han Yu.
The referee stepped on Soul Tool and circled the field, bringing the atmosphere to the extreme. He waved his hand and shouted, "High-level Soul Master Academy finals! Begin!!!"
Amid waves of shouting, the two teams turned on Martial Soul at the same time, and the colorful and beautiful Soul Ring appeared on the stage.
Spirit Hall is standard configuration for seven people, Soul Ring Configuration, and Soul Ancestor for only four people.
The black Soul Ring under Han Yu's feet still suppressed the audience, but he hugged his arms and retreated behind the two of them.
Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda bloomed in Ning Tian's hand. Xue He looked calm and took a step forward. A six-foot brown spear appeared in his hand and moved forward. Soul Ring of both people were two yellow and two purple.
Xue He was the man in black who used his superb spear skills to crush Han Yu many years ago. He was definitely at the forefront among the younger generation.
Han Yu's tone was full of confidence, and he said with a smile, "Xue He, go with confidence and boldness. With me and Ning Tian here, you have nothing to worry about."
"Yes, Holy Son Token." Xue He's eyes lit up, a touch of excitement appeared on his face, and he responded in a deep voice.
He was born in poverty, joined Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for many years, and finally achieved success. Now he can finally show it to the world and let these high-ranking people see his marksmanship.
His muscles all over his body tensed up, and he dragged his spear Martial Soul towards the Spirit Hall and rushed towards the seven people.
Ding--.
Four blue soft lights flew out from behind and merged into his body, making his speed and attack even faster.
"Defensive formation! Don't underestimate him!"
Spirit Hall, the tall and thin Soul Master, shouted and took the lead in taking a defensive stance.
The seven people just stood there, waiting for Xue He's attack.
"Idiot! Spirit Hall's face will be completely embarrassed!"
On the high platform, Bishop Hastings roared angrily, his lips moved slightly, and Soul Power's transformed voice reached the ears of seven people.
Chen Xin snorted coldly when he saw this. Hastings instantly felt as if he had been severely injured. Blood flowed from his ears and nose. His face was filled with horror. He huddled in his seat and did not dare to move any more.
The seven Spirit Hall seemed to have received the order and immediately formed an offensive formation, rushing towards Xue He.
They know they can't defeat Han Yu, but Spirit Hall's honor cannot be trampled on wantonly, and they must lose beautifully even if they lose.
At the same time, the right hand of Han Yu at the rear gently moved, and the Soul Ring under his feet lit up one after another.
Under Xue He's shocked eyes, the space quickly distorted, as if an invisible hand was splicing and shaping it. Almost instantly, the scene ahead changed.
Spirit Hall The seven of them went off in the wrong direction, and only one person ran towards him.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. After seeing each other, Han Yu was now someone he could only look up to. If it were him, he would probably be treated like a monkey like these people.
Xue He exerted force on his feet, stopped instantly, exerted force on his waist, held the spear with both hands and swung it violently.
His eyes were fierce, he jumped high in the air, his body was bent in a counter-bend, he raised his spear behind him and slashed Huashan with all his strength.
"Second Soul Skill, Overload."
Han Yu had a stern look in his eyes, he tapped his finger, and Gravity Formation appeared below Xue He.