"I'll get one and get a good start!" Mu Yingxi stood up and said, "Since it's three wins in five games, I'll win one first, and it will be easier later."

Ye Xiao pondered for a moment. The spiritual energy in the monk opposite was less than that in Mu Yingxi's body. In addition, Mu Yingxi's skills were not simple. She nodded slightly and said, "Be careful."

Hua Wuhen, who was sitting on the other side, said with a serious face: "This time, the person brought by Helian Liuli is the eighteen arhats in their thousand-year-old ancient temple. This person should be Zui Luoha among the eighteen arhats, and his strength is not weak."

Mu Yingxi nodded and walked directly to the arena.

A monk with a smile on his face.

A woman with dark skin like a big man.

Both are half-step earth immortals.

The drunkard clasped his hands together and said Amitabha Buddha. His bandaged feet suddenly shook, and his whole person rushed towards Mu Yingxi. The rosary in his hand also emitted a dazzling light, as fast as lightning, but his face still looked smiling. Mu Yingxi, who had already become twelve-stricken, took out the steel whip on his body. Before he could even hurry to take action, he saw the Zui monk throwing out the string of rosary in his hand. One by one phantom emanating from the rosary. Each phantom seemed like a substance, covering Mu Yingxi's head, imprisoning Yingxi behind the scenes.

"Vajra subdues the demon."

Only when the drunken Arhat read this sentence, more than a dozen phantoms directly wrapped Mu Ying's female.

Even her steel whip fell to the ground.

Hua Wuhen frowned tightly when he saw this scene, and said with a heavy face: "It is said that there are seventy-two martial arts in Buddhism. The Vajra Subduing Demon is just one of them. Although Buddhism has declined and many martial arts have been lost, at least twenty martial arts are retained in the thousand-year-old ancient temple. This Vajra Subduing Demon is also one of the earth-level martial arts. Once you get hit, I am afraid that even I will not be able to struggle..."

Hua Wuhen's strength is a little stronger than Mu Yingxi.

Even Hua Wuhen himself was not sure, let alone Mu Yingxi.

I saw that no matter how hard Mu Yingxi struggled, she could not struggle with the phantoms that were as physical as the essence.

The next moment, the Drunken Arhat had already appeared in front of Mu Yingxi and punched Mu Yingxi in the chest. He heard a "pop" sound in Mu Yingxi's chest. I'm afraid that several ribs had been broken now. The Drunken Arhat had no intention of letting Mu Yingxi go easily, punching Mu Yingxi in the chest, as if it was a complete set of boxing techniques. Each punch was hit very hard and a crisp sound could be heard. Seeing Mu Yingxi keep retreating, the people on Ye Xiao's side's face became solemn.

Mu Yingxi was caught in the drunk monk's words, and now she may have lost.

Thirty-six punches.

All of them hit Mu Yingxi's chest.

Until the last punch fell.

I saw Mu Yingxi flying backwards, spraying blood, her face whiter than paper, but the blood at the corner of her mouth was somewhat shocking. Seeing Mu Yingxi already lying on the ring and no longer having the power to fight again, the Drunken Arhat picked up the string of age on the ground, made an Amitabha move, and said to the old man responsible for the presidency: "This game is our thousand-year-old ancient temple, right?"

No one expected it.

Mu Yingxi was actually defeated, and she was defeated so cleanly that she didn't even have room to fight back.

Ye Xiao's people had already gone to help Mu Yingxi up. Not to mention others, even Mu Yingxi himself did not expect that he would be defeated so suddenly today. He lowered his head with shame and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Isn't there still two games?" Ye Xiao said with a smile.

Mu Yingxi also knew that Ye Xiao was comforting herself. She lost a game. It was unquestionable that the pressure was too great afterwards. However, Mu Yingxi, who usually doesn't like to talk, didn't know how to express her apology. Ye Xiao should send someone to the field in the second battle. Although she had seen the strength of Black Widow and Death, Hua Wuhen knew that it was a fantasy for them to win the rest. Now the only way is to move back to the game first. Otherwise, the pressure that appeared later might make Ye Xiao's side unable to even exert her basic strength. She looked at Ye Xiao and said calmly: "I'll go to the second game!"

Ye Xiao nodded and said in a deep voice: "Be careful."

Hua Wuhen nodded and walked straight to the ring.

Helian Liuli didn't expect that the person in the second mall was Hua Wuhen, who was known as the second genius of the Dark Night. He turned his head and looked at his master and asked, "Master, how powerful is this Hua Wuhen?"

"It's also very strong." The great monk nodded and said, "You should be in the same position as your seventh senior brother."

Helian Liuli nodded, looked at another man nicknamed "Crazy Arhat" beside him, and smiled with a gentle face: "Seventh Brother, I'll ask you for this battle. There is no need to kill me, just defeat me."

The man nicknamed Crazy Arhat nodded and said with a smile: "I also want to understand what kind of skills does Hua Wuhen, who is known as the invincible under the Earth Immortal in the dark night, have."

The Crazy Arhat rushed to the ring in a few steps, looked at Hua Wuhen opposite him calmly and said, "You are Hua Wuhen."

"Are you the mad arhat among the eighteen arhats?" Hua Wuhen asked back.

The Crazy Arhat nodded and said, "Then let me understand how invincible it is under the Earth Immortal!"

When dealing with the enemy, Hua Wuhen was never careless. Before he could even hurry up, he saw the crazy Arhat and said with a smile: "Arhat Golden Bell."

A huge golden bell fell directly from Hua Wuhen's head, and there was a trace of purple spiritual energy around it, as if it was nurturing the big bell in front of me, trying to cover Hua Wuhen in this bell.
Chapter completed!