Godly Martial Alchemy Emperor

Under the gaze of everyone's expectations, Han Feng, the ninth place in the ranking, also stepped into the hazy world.

The people outside the main hall paid attention to the two people on the light curtain, watching Han Feng holding Fang Tian's painting halberd, displaying superb martial arts, and killing Wang Yu with a crushing posture.

"Han Feng made a move. His Fang Tian painted a halberd made him fascinated. He once fought three cultivators at the peak of the Purple Mansion. After the battle, Wang Yu met his opponent."

"Yes, one inch long and one inch strong, Han Feng occupies an innate advantage. He is truly strong, and Wang Yu is definitely not an opponent.

"Guess how long Wang Yu can hold on to Han Feng, one, three, five, or ten?"

"Ten tricks!"

"Yes, yes, I also think that he will lose if he insists on no fewer than ten moves."

"Fart! You just talk, don't you watch the battle? Didn't you see that Han Feng lost to Wang Yu in the eighth move?"

"what!"

Just when several people were trying to please the three major forces, they just ridiculed Wang Yu a few words, and immediately stopped, and their voices became a little hoarse.

I saw the light curtain kill, and there was no one else in that area except Wang Yu.

The result was obvious. The ninth, Han Feng, who they regarded as the winner, also lost to Wang Yu, and the will clone was killed.

Not long after, the door of Senluo Palace was pushed open, and Han Feng walked out pale.

"I lost, you go, but be careful, he is...strong."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he looked a little ashamed. Yan Yuhuan said the same just now. He just looked down on Yan Yuhuan and never thought, how long it took him to say the same thing.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Qiankun of Qianjitang, the eighth master of the ranking.

Different from his previous confidence, Zhao Qiankun also frowned. The two were defeated one after another. He watched the battle between the two throughout the whole process. Wang Yu's strength was beyond his expectations.

However, Zhao Qiankun, who was the eighth place in the rankings, would not be afraid even though he knew that Wang Yu was very strong.

He straightened his chest, walked into the hall, and walked into the No. 6 theater, the Will clone also entered the hazy world, and then fought against Wang Yu.

Outside the hall.

Everyone was slapped twice, and they were a little cautious in speaking.

But looking at the picture, Zhao Qiankun had an absolute advantage. When he pressed Wang Yu to beat him, he immediately forgot the face slap just now.

"As expected of Zhao Qiankun, the eighth master of the ranking, Wang Yu will undoubtedly lose." Someone said. Waiting to see Wang Yu be defeated.

He has no hatred with Wang Yu, just because he is jealous of Wang Yu and wants to please the three major forces.

"Zhao Qiankun's strongest thing is his nine-yin gourd, which contains the yin wind that can hurt the soul, and has a certain restraint on the avatar of will. Wang Yu will lose."

Such an accent, spoken from different onlookers, is a mockery of Wang Yu.

This tone lasted for a quarter of an hour before it stopped.

Without him, Zhao Qiankun was defeated.

In the picture, Zhao Qiankun was defeated very suddenly. When Wang Yu was about to blow away his nine-yin gourd, Wang Yu displayed the palm of the big sky, which was just reaching the sun, and shattered the wind with a palm, and then flew away. Above, one piece cut off Zhao Qiankun's head.

Fortunately, it is the avatar of the will, otherwise the real matchup, Qianjitang will lose a Titan.

The people who ridiculed Wang Yu's face flushed, feeling swollen by an invisible slap. They cast their hopeful eyes on Lu Qingqing, seventh on the list.

After Lu Qingqing entered the hall and fought against Wang Yu, several people once again mocked Wang Yu's defeat.

"Lu Qingqing will win, her swordsmanship is superb, and she is unparalleled in swordsmanship. Wang Yu also uses swords, and she will definitely not be able to beat Lu Qingqing." Several people insisted.

Two quarters later.

Lu Qingqing walked out of the Senluo Temple with a pale complexion. The ridicule of several people failed again. The people around him quietly stayed away, thinking that they are the gods of plague, and whoever is infected is unlucky.

Then Songcheng, the sixth place in the ranking, entered the hall.

"Songcheng must win, he must win!"

Three quarters later, Song Cheng is back!

He was a little erratic in walking and his expression was dim, and he also lost.

"I, I, I..."

The few people who were constantly mocking Wang Yu were speechless, feeling that the gazes around them were full of mockery, just as they mocked Wang Yu before.

"Can you stop talking?" The people of the three major forces looked at a few people viciously.

The mouths of these people are simply super crow mouths. Whoever says it is good will be unlucky. From Yanyuhuan to Songcheng, never once said it right.

"Lawson, Hu Yanjiu, he said he was a little annoying, he wants you two to take action together, he is in a hurry!" Walking to Songcheng behind the hall, raised his head and looked at the last two who did not fight.

The two are fifth in the rankings and fourth in the rankings. Except for the top three, the two are the strongest.

Luo Sen and Hu Yanjiu looked at each other, nodded, and walked towards Sen Luo Temple together.

Before the change, the two of them could not take Wang Yu seriously, but when they looked at Wang Yu and quickly defeated the others, they realized that Wang Yu was stronger than they thought.

The two walked into the Senluo Temple together, and at the same time, they broke into the hazy world with their will.

The people outside the hall were even more nervous than the two. If the two were also defeated, the three major forces would be ashamed this time.

As for the people who spoke before, and every time they spoke, the people who spoke contrary to the facts were focused on.

"By the way, since his mouth is so poisonous, whoever wins will lose. How about letting them say Wang Yusheng, so Wang Yu will lose?" Someone whispered.

Unexpectedly, his words caused many people to nod.

Those people were dumbfounded, and one of them reacted the fastest. He said anxiously: "Yes, yes, Wang Yu is very strong, he is strong, and Rosen and Hu Yanjiu can't stop him."

"Yes, you see, Luo Sen and Hu Yanjiu are strong. After the two join forces, their power is close to the Great Master Yuanshen, and Wang Yu's strength is close to the Great Master Yuanshen, or Wang Yu will win."

"Wang Yu is too strong. He swept everyone before... well, he will win this time."

"Look, he is really going to win. Luo Sen and Hu Yanjiu can't stop his swords anymore. They are too strong. If this goes on, and if this goes on, Wang Yu will take the two."

Several people used their reverse crow's mouth to make Wang Yu defeated. As a result, they seemed to have changed their tastes, but they didn't realize it.

Others didn't realize it either, because of the scene in the light curtain, at the critical moment, Luosen and Hu Yanjiu had reached the point of danger.

They hope that Rosen and Hu Yanjiu can make a big comeback.

However, the results disappointed them.

Until the two avatars of will were all killed by Wang Yu, there was not a single successful counterattack.

In the top ten of the land list, except for the top three, all the other seven people were swept away by Wang Yu. Some people who originally thought about this opportunity to suppress Wang Yu felt frustrated that they could not lose their rice.