Han Feng agreed to fight, but Gu Xuanji found that Han Feng's aura was a little sluggish, which seemed to be due to the large consumption of energy in his body.
It turns out that Han Feng just broke through and consumed a lot of energy and stamina. If he were to go on stage directly now, it would definitely affect his combat effectiveness.
Fortunately, Han Feng only consumed too much and was not injured. Gu Xuanji took out a spiritual pill and asked Han Feng to swallow it, and he immediately began to recover.
After Han Feng took the elixir, he found that the elixir had a miraculous effect. His spiritual power and qi and blood were rapidly recovering, and the recovery speed was several times faster than usual.
An elixir with such amazing effects is definitely a rare treasure.
So Han Feng shamelessly told Gu Xuanji that his body was seriously deficient and one pill might not be enough.
In response to Han Feng's tactful reminder, Gu Xuanji just glanced at him, then took out three elixirs and handed them over with an expressionless expression.
Han Feng was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. After taking the elixir, he put it into his mouth and put it all into the demon refining pot.
After harvesting three precious elixirs, Han Feng, who was slightly depressed because the other party's bid was too low, suddenly felt much better.
As Niu Wudi brought Han Feng here, not much time passed until Han Feng agreed to participate in the competition.
At this moment, Zhou Shan stood in the Tianyuan College camp, looking at Han Feng sitting cross-legged among Gu Xuanji and other Tiannan College senior officials, and couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise.
He looked at Han Feng intently. Although he felt that the other person's aura was unusually strong, he clearly sensed that the other person only had a Chen level four-star cultivation level.
Zhou Shan didn't know what the hell Tiannan College was doing. Could he still expect a Chen-level four-star disciple to reverse the game?
Although he felt that this was nonsense, his intuition made Zhou Shan decide that it was better to fight quickly.
So Zhou Shan immediately proposed to start the next battle.
Han Feng is still working hard to recover at this moment, so Tiannan College can only send others to take over first.
On the Tiannan Academy side, there are only three players who have not played.
When Han Feng arrives, he is bound to replace one of the three.
At this moment, the other two could only fight, and Han Feng was stalling for time.
So Tiannan College sent another Chen-level nine-star disciple "Fan Yue" to fight.
This Fan Yue is slightly short and fat, with a slightly dark complexion and an unattractive appearance, but in terms of strength, he is the strongest among the Chen-level disciples who have previously fought in Tiannan College.
Tianyuan College also sent a disciple with the same level of cultivation to fight.
The two men have similar cultivation levels and almost the same strength.
Under Gu Xuanji's instructions, Fan Yue did not fight head-on with the opponent, but kept fighting with him to delay time.
The two of them had a stalemate on the ring.
At this moment, Han Feng was rapidly using his kung fu to restore his spiritual power and blood. At the same time, he secretly drew the life spirit liquid in the spiritual pool from the pot to speed up his recovery.
During this process, he was also paying attention to the battle in the ring.
Although the battle between the two people on the ring was fierce, Han Feng only watched it for a moment, and then looked towards the Tianyuan Academy side, the four people who had not yet participated in the battle.
To be precise, he looked at the two fake star realm experts.
He secretly sensed the auras of the two of them with his spiritual power. Sure enough, their auras were extremely powerful and powerful, far exceeding those of the nine-star Chen-level warriors. Moreover, there were faint and strange energy fluctuations around both of them.
Especially when Han Feng looked at the handsome young man among the two, he exuded a "violent and domineering" aura, which made Han Feng feel a strong sense of crisis.
Jin Buhuai, who was squatting next to Han Feng, saw Han Feng sizing up the handsome young man, so he came over and whispered in Han Feng's ear.
"Gang leader, if you face that kid later, be careful. This guy just killed a fake star realm expert with just one move!"
"What……!"
Han Feng couldn't help being shocked when he heard this, and quickly asked about Jin Buhuan's situation.
Jin Buhuan then told the story about how Fang Xuan took action not long ago and instantly killed his own fake star realm master with a blast of lightning.
When Han Feng heard this, the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch.
After being stunned for a moment, he slapped Jin Buhuan on his already swollen forehead.
"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Jin Buhuan grimaced in pain, with a look of aggrieved face, "I...I didn't have a chance to say it before."
Han Feng ignored him, but looked at Niu Wudi on the other side, guarding him like an iron tower.
"Ahem... Instructor Niu, I feel a little dizzy. I think I'm anemic. How about I go back and rest for a while and come back to the competition later?"
When Niu Wudi heard this, he glanced at Han Feng, but a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Why, you've negotiated the price and now you want to regret it?
Do you want to fall on the stage or fall off the stage? "
Niu Wudi clenched his fist, and suddenly there was a "crackling" sound.
When Han Feng saw this, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and complained in his heart.
"Damn, I was tricked into boarding a pirate ship!"
If he had known that there was such a fierce person in the opponent's team, Gu Xuanji would have given Han Feng an "appearance fee" of 2,000 merit points, and Han Feng would not have gone into this troubled waters.
However, now that he has agreed to fight, if he goes back on his word midway, let alone what Gu Xuanji will do to him.
Niu Wudi must be able to "speak and do it" and just let himself "lie down".
Helpless, Han Feng could only knock out his front teeth and swallow them, and continue to seize the time to recover.
The battle on the ring, due to Fan Yue's deliberate delay, had lasted for almost a stick of incense.
On the side of Tianyuan Academy, Zhou Shan watched the fight between the two on the ring, and naturally realized that the other party was stalling for time, and immediately secretly sent a message to his disciple, telling him to fight quickly.
After receiving a hint from his vice-president, the intermediate disciple of Tianyuan College immediately began to use all his strength, regardless of consumption, to defeat Fan Yue in one fell swoop.
However, Fan Yue is not an ordinary person. Although his skill is slightly less than that of his opponent, the gap in strength is very small, and he even has a little more combat experience.
Facing the opponent's all-out attack, he retreated and fought, taking detours to defend, never giving the opponent a chance to defeat him.
In this way, the opponent becomes anxious. In the pursuit of victory, although his moves become more fierce, they inevitably reveal their flaws.
In the end, Fan Yue found a flaw, stabbed the opponent's waist and abdomen with his sword, and slapped the opponent's chest hard with his palm.
Although he was punched hard in the chest by his opponent, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and suffered serious injuries, he ultimately defeated his opponent and won the contest.
Seeing this situation, everyone in Tiannan College was naturally very happy. Gu Xuanji and other senior college officials also showed a smile.
But Zhou Shan just frowned, but he didn't panic at all. There are still four people in Tianyuan Academy who maintain full combat strength.
Among them is "Fang Xuan" as the finale player.
As for Tiannan College, except for the one Chen-level disciple who was standing on the ring at the moment and was seriously injured, there was only one Chen-level disciple who was not afraid. There was only one fake star realm and one Chen-level disciple.
Tianyuan College is still in an invincible position.
Later, in order to buy more time for Han Feng on the Tiannan College side, Fan Yue, who had previously played, decided to continue playing despite being injured.
Tianyuan Academy once again sent a Chen-level nine-star disciple to the stage.
This person is a rather handsome young man in Tsing Yi, with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and a slender figure. Not only does he have a jade tree growing in the wind, he also holds an ink folding fan in his hand, and he has an elegant temperament.
As soon as he took the stage, many female disciples at Tianyuan Academy even let out excited screams.
"Ah...Senior Brother Song is here!"
"Wow...Senior Brother Song is so handsome!"
"Senior Brother Song, come on, defeat these weaklings from Tiannan College!"
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Obviously, this young man is very popular among Tianyuan College, especially among the female disciples.
After the young man came to the stage, he rushed to Fan Yue very gracefully and bowed his hands.
"I'm "Song Qingshu" of Tianyuan College. Brother, please give me your advice!"
Under the ring, when he heard the words "Song Qingshu", Han Feng couldn't help but be startled, and then his hands felt inexplicably itchy, and he had a desire to "slap someone".
Facing Song Qingshu who had just come on stage, Fan Yue was not afraid even though he was injured. He took out his long sword and confronted the opponent vigilantly.
After the referee announced the start of the game, Fan Yue changed his roundabout and conservative strategy from the previous game and directly charged towards Song Qingshu with his sword, fighting with all his strength.
It's not that Fan Yue doesn't want to delay.
It's just that in order to defeat his opponent just now, he was seriously injured. The wound was still bleeding, and his physical strength was also declining at this moment.
In his own situation, he wouldn't be able to delay for long before he would automatically lose his combat effectiveness.
Fan Yue thought to himself that instead of "sitting back and waiting for death", it would be better to directly attack with all his strength.
Even if they can't defeat their opponent, they might still be able to inflict some injuries on them, which will save them a lot of energy when Han Feng and the others take the field.
Although Fan Yue's idea was very beautiful, the reality was not what he wanted.
Facing his impact, Song Qingshu didn't panic at all. He put his foot down, like a wild goose, leaped more than ten feet in the air, and instantly leapt to the other end of the ring.
Seeing this scene, Fan Yue and all the Tiannan Academy disciples watching the battle below the ring could not help but be shocked by the opponent's superb body skills.
But even so, Fan Yue still attacked with his sword again.
But Song Qingshu jumped up again, and while avoiding Fan Yue's attack, he stepped on the opponent's shoulder like lightning, causing Fan Yue to stagger.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, took advantage of the force and stood up, his figure floating in the void like the wind.
That cool and unrestrained posture caused many female disciples of Tianyuan College to scream.
It has to be said that Song Qingshu's movement skills are really amazing. Not only is he clever and flexible, but he can also jump to an astonishing height.
If it weren't for the defensive formation covering the arena, this guy might be able to jump even higher.
Facing an opponent with such excellent physical skills, Fan Yue, whose physical strength was seriously declining, attacked repeatedly, but could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.
Instead, every time he struck out, he would be hit by the shadowy shadow of Song Qingshu's legs as he jumped up.
Although Song Qingshu looked elegant on the surface, his attacks were extremely insidious, hitting Fan Yue directly in the face. In just a moment, Fan Yue had already been kicked by him, causing his nose to be swollen and his face to be bruised.
Although he continued to chase Song Qingshu, his steps were disordered, his body was swaying, and he was obviously weak.
On the other hand, Song Qingshu's body was leaping forward, floating like the wind, as free and easy as possible.
When he was very interested, he even flapped the folding ink fan in his hand and began to recite poems aloud.
"I am a Shanshui Lang from the Qing Dynasty, but the teachings of Heaven are divided and wild!"
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"Wherever you go after falling flowers, you will laugh into the orchid wine shop!"
Song Qingshu waved the folding fan in his hand, leaping forward while reciting poems. His unrestrained and extraordinary gesture attracted bursts of cheers and screams from Tianyuan College.
In just a moment, Fan Yue's face was already swollen from being kicked by him, his nose was bleeding, and he could hardly stand still.
Finally, Song Qingshu jumped up and flew over Fan Yue's head.
His figure suddenly turned around, and the folding fan in his hand flashed with green light, blasting out a series of green lights, which hit Fan Yue's chest hard, causing him to roll away!
Fan Yue groaned, rolled all the way to the edge of the ring, and couldn't help vomiting another mouthful of blood.
At this moment, he had been beaten beyond recognition by Song Qingshu, and his injuries were very serious, but he still wanted to force himself to stand up.
However, after trying several times in a row, he failed to fall down. Instead, he provoked a burst of mocking laughter from the Tianyuan Academy side.
Song Qingshu on the stage also flapped his folding fan, the master said lonelyly.
"Hey... I have always heard that there are many masters from Tiannan College. When I saw Song today, it was nothing more than that."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Tiannan College changed their expressions. While they were angry and angry in their hearts, they also felt their faces getting hot.
How could one not feel ashamed and regretful that the leader of one's own academy was being teased like this in the ring?
Fan Yue, who was already seriously injured, was so angry that he was trembling with anger when he heard the other party's contemptuous words. He desperately pushed himself up, trying to stand up again and rectify the name of Tiannan College.
But the simple action of "standing" was too difficult for him at this moment.
Fan Yue fell to the ground again, his body trembling, just trying to make a last effort!
Behind him, a voice came from outside the ring area.
"Senior Brother Fan, please come off the stage and rest for a while. Let me play with Mr. Song."
