After a stick of incense, another round of golden light fell into the surrounding area. But this time there were only a hundred rays. At the same time, the elder's voice sounded.
"The first hundred are out."
With a wave of his sleeves, a hundred barriers gradually faded and disappeared, and at the same place, ten barriers several times larger rose again.
The changes didn't stop there. Ten more deacons in blue robes appeared in the white jade square to judge the outcome.
"Let's see if you can escape this time." Deng Qingyan snorted proudly.
His robe was torn, and a section of his snow-white calf was leaking out. His breath was also a bit unstable. In a previous battle, he was unlucky enough to encounter a ninth-level disciple of the Body Refining, and he almost used up all his cards before he won.
And Musu's butt never left the futon.
Musu's number plate was eight. As the competition began, he had no choice but to get up and step into the barrier even if he was reluctant.
There were some doubts outside the barrier. Many disciples were surprised to find that Mu Su was a bit unfamiliar...
"Is it him?"
"This person..."
"Lin...Lin Zhan?!"
"How is that possible!"
Lin Feng and Wang Zihao, who were sitting separately, murmured at the same time.
On the other side, Lin Qing'er's beautiful eyes were astonished, and Lin Ao on the other side was also full of astonishment, and immediately his eyebrows were deeply furrowed.
He was only at the fourth level of body refining, how could he break out among the registered disciples? Looking at Lin Qing'er's beautiful eyes blooming with brilliance, a gloomy look flashed across Lin Ao's eyes.
In the barrier, Mu Su's opponent saw no one, so he first heard the sound of a cough. Then he saw a male disciple covering his mouth, hunched over and coughing as he walked into the barrier. Dark red blood flowed down between his fingers.
Seeing his appearance, Mu Su couldn't help but said sarcastically: "Hey, if you can't hold it any longer, go see a doctor. Who's the one who dies on stage in a while? It's not convenient to clean, so don't bring trouble to the sect!"
"You...cough cough cough cough pew..." The male disciple pointed at Mu Su for a long time and spat out a large pool of blood. At the end of his strength, he was so angry that he couldn't hold on and fell backwards.
The deacon floating above the barrier fell into the field, glanced at Mu Su's face, and said somewhat complicatedly: "Lin Shengsheng."
He didn't even have time to say anything before the competition started.
"You're so mean-mouthed." Mu Su patted his face a few times, but couldn't bear to do it again.
After the tea time, Deng Qingyan, who was lucky enough to win, saw Mu Su who was unharmed, and couldn't help but roll her eyes, and didn't bother to ask him about the process.
After the round of competition, the sect gave the disciples a break by burning incense. After burning incense, Mu Su and other disciples re-entered their respective realms.
Mu Su's opponent was over 20 years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He was holding a wooden sword and pointed at the ground.
Seeing his impressive appearance, Mu Su felt very unhappy and immediately gave in and took advantage of him.
When Mu Su measured him, he also looked at Mu Su.
He was not seen at all in previous competitions... Nangong Jingluo's heart sank slightly. Then there was only one outcome left. In every competition, he used extremely fast speed to defeat his opponents, and he was unscathed!
After some calculations, Nangong Jinglue made a decision in his mind, and Yao smiled at Mu Su.
"Lin Zhan's strategy for Nangong begins."
The deacon who happened to be presiding over the first round of the Mu-Su competition spoke quickly.
"I--"
"I admit defeat!" Nangong Jinglue said decisively.
Mu Su's eyes were as wide as ever.
Is there any more heavenly justice? Is there any more royal law? Someone will snatch it up even if you admit defeat! Where is the Olympic spirit!
Some of the disciples who paid attention to this place were choked up. The deacon was also choked up.
But Nangong Jinglue turned around and left the barrier without looking back.
The deacon floating above the barrier fell into the scene, glanced at Mu Su's face, and was about to speak with some confusion.
Mu Su stared back: "What are you looking at? I've never seen a handsome man!"
"...Lin Shengsheng."
Winning two games in a row without losing any blood, Demusu's area attracted a lot of attention.
After burning the incense, Mu Su returned to the field again, this time his opponent was an acquaintance.
After the deacon called to start, the other nine barriers immediately started to fight. Only Mu Su's side was silent.
"Junior brother." Lin Feng nodded to Mu Su and gave a friendly smile. "What happened before... Thank you for your help."
Mu Su looked at him with dead fish eyes: "It's nothing. In fact, I think what Wang Zihao said makes sense."
Breathtaking reply.
After a brief pause, Lin Feng forced a smile and said: "No matter what, I will take note of my junior brother's help in rescuing me, but I will not hold back on this competition."
Even so, his eyes on Mu Su were no longer as friendly as before.
He stepped forward and rushed towards Mu Su, eager to fight quickly.
The so-called protagonist means that I can show off and slap you in the face to steal your girl. If you dare to look at me one more time, I will kill your whole family. Coming to this dungeon, Mu Su inevitably got some bad habits. Seeing that Lin Feng actually dared to be cold to him,
It doesn’t matter whether you admit defeat or not.
The spiritual energy in the Dantian was agitated, controlled by Mu Su, along the veins of his arms, and gathered in the palms of his hands. He stretched his arms flat with his palms outwards, and rushed toward Lin Feng from a distance. Mu Su gave a cold shout.
"Shinra Tenzheng!"
The powerful spiritual force and wind pressure suddenly rushed out from Mu Su's palm, and his sleeves and robes trembled. Lin Feng was shocked when he charged forward, feeling an overwhelming force coming towards him, as if he was facing a hurricane.
The skin on his face was blown by the wind pressure, as if there were small insects wandering around. Lin Feng couldn't even hold on for a breath, and his whole body was lifted up by the spiritual power and flew several feet away. After rolling a few times, he got up again.
It's out of bounds!
Defeat in one move!
"Refining Qi!"
Surprised shouts sounded around.
Several obscure spiritual consciousnesses explored Mu Su's body, and then found each other - they said hello to each other and left.
All the disciples looked at him with envy or shock. Mu Su warned himself not to indulge in vanity. He was here to admit defeat!
"In the middle stage of Qi refining...has this kid been snatched away? He only cultivated three days ago..." The rugged man who brought Lin Zhan back that day couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this scene.
"Have you investigated?"
Beside him, ink characters appeared around the man who was banished to immortality.
The rugged man shook his head.
The characters were broken apart and reassembled: "That's it."
The rugged man suddenly realized: "You mean he hides his cultivation? This guy can really tolerate it. I heard that his life in the Lin family is not good."
"As an outsider, if you can't bear it, you and I won't be able to see him when we come."
"That's true."
On the other side, Deacon Complex announced Lin Zhan’s victory.
Mu Su walked out of the barrier and looked at where Deng Qingyan was.
Deng Qingyan felt very bad.
His hair was messy and stuck to his forehead. His pale lips took a deep breath, and his lungs hurt like fire.
The entire right arm could no longer exert any strength and hung down weakly. Dark red dripped along the fingertips.
The effort was worth it. His opponent had collapsed on the ground. His clothes were messy and dripping with sweat.
After the deacon announced the winner, her companions took her away from the barrier. Deng Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief. After she relaxed her mind, she felt the wound was even more painful. She swayed slightly and suddenly felt a broad and warm chest leaning against her back.
A soft and pleasant voice came to my ears.
"How is it?" Mu Su gently stopped Deng Qingyan and asked softly.
Appearing to win a girl's heart when she is at her weakest is a trick Mu Su has experienced many times and has seen a lot.
