Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Others may think that Han Yang only has the eighth level of golden bones and is a soft persimmon.

But Su Moyi knew very well that a person who could advance to third place in the first round could not be like Yi.

Nanmen Wan'er's choice couldn't be worse.

In Su Moyi's view, even if Nanmen Wan'er chooses Mu Chengfeng, who ranks fourth, it is better than choosing Han Yang.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the willful Nanmen Wan'er, let alone Han Yang.

Almost the moment Nanmen Wan'er confirmed her choice, Han Yang stood up.

The first place in the first round will challenge the only Golden Bone Eight Layer on the scene.

This battle immediately became the focus.

All the geniuses stepped away voluntarily, leaving the space to the two of them.

The old man Yuan Zong glanced at Nanmen Wan'er and Han Yang with a smile, and then backed away slowly.

His steps were extremely miraculous. It was just one step, but it was a hundred feet away, as if he could shrink into an inch.

The pupils of several geniuses who noticed such a scene shrank.

Yuan Zong is worthy of being the top sect of the Eighteen Sects.

If someone comes out at random, martial arts will be beyond their understanding.

"Hehe...Han Yang, right? Do you regret that you just offended me now?"

Nanmen Wan'er looked at Han Yang with a smile, and with a tap of her finger, a magical sword appeared in her hand.

This Bingjian is bright red all over, lying horizontally in the void, like a trace of blood in the sky, looking extremely evil.

"Blood Yuan Sword! The Yi Yuan Sect actually gave the Zongzong's treasure, the Yi Yuan Sword, to this woman instead of Li Yun?"

"The Blood Essence Sword is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. It has the power to crush lower-grade spiritual weapons. It is overqualified to deal with Han Yang, who only has the eighth level of gold and bone."

"The Yiyuan Sect is also bold. Are you not afraid that this woman will be snatched away from the Blood Yuan Sword during the martial arts competition?"

"Haha, what do you know? That's not boldness, it's arrogance! They think no one dares to seize the Blood Yuan Sword!"

Fortunately, the disciples of the third sect have finally seen a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Most of the other fifteen disciples have only heard of middle-grade spiritual weapons, but have never seen them.

Now that I see Nanmen Wan'er can actually participate in the martial arts competition with a middle-grade spiritual weapon in her hand, let alone envy and jealousy.

"It's not fair... This woman is holding a middle-grade spiritual weapon, how can we fight her?"

Someone whispered.

Immediately, some genius disciples from the upper three sects retorted disdainfully: "Middle-grade spiritual weapons and elixirs are the same as the sect's heritage. Is it for the sake of fairness that none of us disciples from the upper three sects use elixirs to practice?"

One sentence left fifteen genius disciples speechless.

Nanmen Wan'er raised her delicate white chin and said proudly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, I will just give you a lesson... Maybe cutting off your spiritual weapon is a good choice..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter from the top three geniuses.

The poverty of Yuanmen has become a "secret" that everyone in the eighteen sects knows.

Other sects, even the other two among the lower three sects, can at least have one spiritual weapon in their hands when they participate in martial arts competitions every year.

But basically only the most talented disciples of the Yuan Sect are qualified to master spiritual weapons.

There is no other reason. Even the Qi Gathering Warriors cannot hold a spiritual weapon in their hands. Yuanmen cannot afford the loss of having their spiritual weapon taken away during the martial arts competition.

Hearing Nanmen Wan'er's so-called lesson, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Yang's mouth.

Zheng!

There was a dragon roar from the sword box behind him, and the Tianyuan Sword flew in a circle, drew a beautiful arc, and landed in Han Yang's hand.

The genius disciples around him didn't react at all, but the smiling old man Yuan Zong beside him had his eyes widened.

Top grade spiritual weapon!

With the old man's cultivation, he could tell at a glance that the Tianyuan Sword in Han Yang's hand was a top-grade spiritual weapon.

When did the Yuanmen become so wealthy? An eighth-level golden-bone disciple actually held a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Nanmen Wan'er blinked, tilted her neck and looked at the Tianyuan Sword in Han Yang's hand, looking puzzled, as if she didn't quite believe in the judgment in her heart.

Han Yang flicked his finger, and the Tianyuan Sword made a crisp buzzing sound.

"The name of the sword is Tianyuan. It is a top-grade spiritual weapon. Please enlighten me!"

One sentence, eleven words, but it silenced the scene.

The presence of mid-grade spiritual weapons in the main sect's martial arts competition already felt unfair.

Now, a high-grade spiritual weapon has appeared, which makes everyone feel a little unbelievable.

Not to mention them, even Yi Tiangong, who also came from the Yuan Sect, was a little dumbfounded at this time.

Top grade spiritual weapon?

In the entire Yuan Sect, only the original sect leader He Wantong had a medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand.

Where did Han Yang get the high-grade spiritual weapon?

Su Moyi's dull expression suddenly froze, staring at the sword in Han Yang's hand.

"you you……"

Nanmen Wan'er has been looking at you for a long time, but you can't figure out why.

She was wronged.

Taking out a middle-grade spiritual weapon by myself was already going too far, and I felt a little embarrassed.

But this Han Yang actually took out a high-grade spiritual weapon.

So shameless!

No wonder he was the third to complete the three levels in the first round.

Holding a high-grade spiritual weapon, who can stop this.

Unless the realm is crushed and Han Yang can be defeated without colliding with the spiritual weapon, otherwise he can only fight the enemy with bare hands as long as he touches it.

Seeing Nanmen Wan'er's dull look, Han Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled: "I won't kill you, I will just teach you a lesson... Maybe cutting off your spiritual weapon would be a good idea. choose……"

The exact same words, and being returned the same way, made Nanmen Wan'er so depressed that she almost vomited blood.

What a bully!

Why is there such a bastard!

"So what if it's a high-grade spiritual weapon? I'm stronger than you!"

Before she finished speaking, Nanmen Wan'er's figure suddenly disappeared.

Only the sound of explosions was left in the air.

boom!

With a thunderous noise, Nanmen Wan'er had arrived in front of Han Yang.

cut!

The Blood Origin Sword in his hand pierced Han Yang's chest!

The speed is beyond everyone's imagination.

No one could have imagined that this little girl, who looked so cute and innocent, would act so violently.

Lei Yuanbu!

The light kung fu used by Nanmen Wan'er was clearly Lei Yuanbu, one of the most powerful skills of Yuan Zong.

It is said that only Qi Gathering Warriors can understand this powerful secret.

Historically, among the general sect's martial arts, there were only eight people who mastered the Lei Yuan Bu at the peak of the Golden Bone.

All of these eight people formed alchemy bodies after entering the marrow washing pool!

Lei Yuanbu is definitely a symbol of talent and strength.

In thousands of years, only eight people at the peak of the Golden Bone level have understood this technique, so one can imagine how difficult it is.

Nanmen Wan'er is the ninth person!

The old man Yuan Zong nodded.

This little girl has an unreliable personality, but her talent is really good.

As long as he doesn't die in the middle, he will definitely exist in the later stage of Qi gathering.

Zheng!

Facing Nanmen Wan'er's thunder blow, the Tianyuan Sword in Han Yang's hand trembled and buzzed, and he slashed diagonally forward at a speed that was extremely slow in everyone's eyes.

A few geniuses blinked subconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yang's sword had arrived first and was only an inch away from the Blood Yuan Sword.

Seems slow but actually fast.

This swordsmanship amazes all geniuses.

The old man Yuan Zong narrowed his eyes slightly. Others couldn't see the clues, but he could capture the details of Han Yang's fingers holding the sword.

This is not swordsmanship, but swordsmanship. Han Yang clearly uses the sword as a sword.