Destiny Martial God

Central Domain, Qianlong Fort, on the ring!

Seeing Yu Haoran ignoring him, the furious white-haired old ancestor threatened with a gloomy look.

"Yu Haoran, you'd better not come to the East Domain for the rest of your life, otherwise, the ancestors of my Hong family will definitely make you go without return."

"If I have time and opportunity in the future, I will personally go to the Hong family in the East Domain to see if your Hong family can withstand my Yu Haoran's rage."

Facing the threat of the white-haired old man, Yu Haoran also fought back unyieldingly.

But as the list forcibly took the second contestant to the ring, Yu Haoran quickly retracted his sight and immediately raised the white stick in his hand to threaten.

"Either admit defeat or die!"

"Yu Haoran, in the dictionary of our magic cultivators, there is never the word admit defeat!" Facing the choice of admitting defeat and dying given by Yu Haoran, a magic cultivator from the North Domain replied arrogantly.

"Turning the seas and rivers!"

Same moves, same speed, same result

Before the Northern Region Demon Cultivator could put away his pride, he was directly blasted into a pile of meat paste by the white stick.

At the same time, the number behind Yu Haoran's name also changed from two to three.

"Stupid!"

"Idiot!"

Seeing the Northern Region Demon Cultivator being blasted into meat paste by Yu Haoran, Yuwen Cangqiong in the stands and Yuwen Haofei under the ring couldn't help but comment at the same time.

"Wang Binbai, the core disciple of the Western Region Xinyuan Sect, greets Senior Brother Yu!"

The third contestant who was forcibly brought to the ring by the list, took the lead in introducing himself before Yu Haoran made a threatening choice.

Then, he directly interrupted Yu Haoran's raised white stick and the opportunity to open his mouth to speak, and continued to speak.

"Although the Western Region and the Southern Region are separated by countless miles, Senior Brother Yu's reputation has long spread throughout the Western Region. Junior Brother, I have always...!"

While Wang Binbai flattered Yu Haoran's reputation, a smug look gradually emerged in his eyes.

But at this moment, Yu Haoran, who had been holding the white stick horizontally, had a cold light in his eyes, and said in a cold tone.

"The secret method of the phantom spirit, it seems that you have made the choice of death."

Along with the cold words, the white stick instantly appeared above Wang Binbai's head, and under his incredible gaze, he was directly blasted into a pile of meat paste.

"Yu Haoran, dare to kill my son, you are looking for death!"

At the moment when Wang Binbai was blasted into meat paste by the white stick, a middle-aged woman in the middle of the west stand suddenly stood up, shouted with a ferocious look, and rushed to the ring with a sword of the highest quality in the realm of honor.

Facing the middle-aged woman who broke the rules of the game, Peng Yanfei, who was sitting on the purple dragon chair, suddenly closed his eyes, and had no intention of punishing the other party.

Peng Yanxi's attitude of turning a deaf ear made Yu Haoran furious.

Looking at the middle-aged woman rushing towards him quickly, whose cultivation reached the peak of the eighth level of ordinary martial arts, Yu Haoran planned to kill her directly with his own strength.

But just as he was about to use the first stick technique inherited by the Monkey Emperor to hit the sky with a stick, and was about to take off, two purple lightning bolts suddenly shot out from the list that had remained calm.

A purple lightning bolt directly met the rushing middle-aged woman, and instantly blasted her into endless ashes.

The other purple lightning bolt directly hit Peng Yanfei, forcibly blasting him out of the purple dragon chair, causing him to spit out three mouthfuls of blood in succession.

"Qianlong Qiyun, what are you doing?" Peng Yanfei, who was severely injured in an instant, had no time to wipe off the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and asked the list with a ferocious look.

"This is the only time. If you do it again, your soul will be scattered!"

Facing Peng Yanfei's loud questioning without respect, the list came with a cold warning from Qianlong Qiyun.

Peng Yanfei's face was pale because of the heavy blow he suffered in an instant. After hearing Qianlong Qiyun's cold warning, his face was even paler.

Xue Qingyuan, who was sitting on the purple dragon throne in the south of the southern region, immediately showed a thoughtful look in his eyes after hearing Qianlong Qiyun's warning to Peng Yanfei.

After looking back and forth between Peng Yanfei, the list and Yu Haoran, Xue Qingyuan, who was instantly replaced by surprise, showed a mysterious smile on his face.

Peng Yanfei, whose face was as pale as paper, immediately realized his impulsiveness just now, and quickly knelt on one knee to apologize to the list.

"Master Qianlong, I was blinded by hatred for a while and forgot my humble status. I hope you can calm down and forgive me."

"Go back to your seat!"

After nearly ten seconds of silence, Qianlong Qiyun's voice came from the list.

"Thank you, Master Qianlong, thank you, Master Qianlong!"

After being forgiven by Qianlong Qiyun, Peng Yanfei hurriedly thanked him several times and sat back on the purple dragon chair.

Afterwards, he immediately took out a top-grade healing pill of the second level and first grade, and after taking it, he closed his eyes and began to heal his wounds.

However, although Peng Yanfei seemed to be grateful for Qianlong Qiyun's forgiveness, his anger was surging like a stormy wave.

"Damn Qianlong Qiyun, you are just proud of these few years!"

"When the sect master and several elders successfully practice the secret method, you will eventually be the source of our power to dominate the Tianxuan Continent."

Qianlong Qiyun took the initiative to kill the middle-aged woman who disrupted the competition and punished Peng Yanfei who turned a deaf ear to it, further confirming Yu Haoran's inner guess, and his eyes looking at the list in the air suddenly softened a lot.

After the fourth player was forcibly brought to the ring by the list, Yu Haoran quickly retracted his eyes to the list.

"Junior Brother Wang!"

However, when he saw that the player who was forcibly brought to the ring was Wang Qing, who was the last on the South Region list, he not only did not raise the white stick to threaten, but smiled and nodded and greeted.

"I admit defeat!"

After looking up and actively admitting defeat to the list in the air, Wang Qing excitedly cheered and encouraged Yu Haoran.

"Senior Brother Yu, show your domineering attitude in the South Region Qianlong List Competition, defeat all the players who dared to challenge you, and then become the first person since the Qianlong List Competition was held."

"Thank you for your encouragement, Junior Brother Wang Qing, I will do my best." Yu Haoran smiled and responded to Wang Qing's encouragement.

"Brother Yu, goodbye!"

Before the power of the list expulsion took effect, Wang Qing quickly waved his hand, then turned around and jumped off the stage.

"Either admit defeat or die!"

Just after Wang Qing jumped off the stage, a contestant from the Central Region appeared on the stage. Yu Haoran, who was unwilling to waste too much time, raised the white stick and gave the choice before the other party opened his mouth to speak.