Chapter 784 I can only say that you are too unlucky
Yang Mu had already guessed that there would be more spectators during the afternoon competition than in the morning, but the current situation was still a bit beyond his expectation.
The number of people has more than doubled!
Moreover, among the crowd, there were obviously many more cultivators with powerful auras.
Obviously, many senior experts who maintain their own identity are not interested in the competition in the morning. They came here to witness the competition in the afternoon.
The competition in the morning is just an appetizer, and what will be held in the afternoon is the highlight that attracts everyone's attention!
"Amitabha! The young monk and the donor are really destined! I hope the donor will not lose too quickly, otherwise it will be too boring."
Next to Arena B.
Monk Qijie walked to Yang Mu with a calm expression.
Yang Mu didn't even look at him and closed his eyes to rest.
Monk Qijie chuckled and said, "Can you tell me the identity of the veiled woman next to the donor just now?"
Yang Mu opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes cold and cold: "Are you plotting against her?"
Monk Qijie was startled, as if he didn't expect Yang Mu's reaction to be so big.
Based on his experience in love, he immediately understood that Yang Mu and Long Qi had a close relationship.
He thought Zhuge Caiwei was Yang Mu's woman, and now he thought Long Qi was also Yang Mu's woman. He felt a little sour in his heart, feeling like he was being compared.
In terms of quantity, there were more women around him than Yang Mu, but in terms of quality, they couldn't compare.
"My fair lady, a gentleman likes to be jealous. That female benefactor has an unparalleled temperament and stunning youth. Any man in this world will definitely be attracted by her. The benefactor asked me not to have any ideas about her, which would be too much for me."
Monk Qijie shook his head, "But there is one thing, the donor can rest assured. Although the young monk has admiration in his heart, he will never do that kind of bullying of men and women, let alone use force against such beauties."
As he said that, he laughed: "The young monk has no intention of arguing with the donor. If you have something to say, it would be better to use fists and kicks to tell the difference between right and wrong in the ring!"
"Okay! Just wait." Yang Mu agreed without saying much.
"Hahaha! Where did the flower monk come from, with constant seven emotions and six impure roots, and came here to poach? And you, you are a waste! If you are a person like me, who dares to take advantage of your woman?
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Sneering laughter came from the side, scolding Yang Mu and Monk Qijie.
Yang Mu turned around and saw a horse-faced young man of medium height looking towards him with disdain and disdain.
"Who is the donor?" Monk Qijie looked at him.
The horse-faced young man said coldly: "Your uncle, I am from the Shenyi Sect. As for the name, you are not qualified to know it. Don't think that standing out from the crowd in the morning means that you can be compared with us!"
You'd better pray that you don't meet me on stage, otherwise, I will let you understand what it means to be selected from a group of rabble, and it will still be just a rabble. It will not make a difference!"
Previously, Zhuge Caiwei told Yang Mu that people from the four major sects all had a high-spirited mentality.
The difference is that some people know how to hide it and do not show it directly, while some people do not hide their superiority at all.
The person in front of me is obviously the latter.
"Then what's the number in the donor's hand?"
Monk Qijie was ridiculed by the other party, and his expression was calm, but the question asked made it easy to guess that he was angry.
Obviously he wanted to see if this horse-faced young man would be caught by him in the ring later.
"B No. 8! Why, are you anxious to be stepped on by me?" the horse-faced young man sneered.
Monk Qijie was a little disappointed. His number was relatively low and he couldn't meet this horse-faced young man. He could only hope that this guy would not lose to others and eventually face him.
He didn't like to quarrel with others and felt that it was pointless, so he immediately turned around and walked aside.
Yang Mu originally wanted to say something, but when he heard the horse-faced young man's words, he closed his mouth and revealed a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Haha! You two are so self-aware that you don't even dare to fart?"
When the horse-faced young man saw that neither of them answered, he immediately thought that they were afraid of his own identity and strength, and his smile became even more unrestrained.
"quiet!"
A cold shout came from the stage.
In each arena, four "referees" from the four major sects are arranged to ensure absolute fairness.
Of course, this kind of fairness is purely fair to the disciples of the four major sects.
As the old man on the stage spoke, the afternoon competition began.
The noisy crowd fell silent, but the invisible pressure in the air seemed to become heavier.
Soon, two figures flew onto the stage.
Yang Mu had some impression of one of the young men with a round face. He was in the same arena with him that morning. His strength should be in the late stage of the Reborn Realm.
The other one had an unfamiliar face, obviously a disciple of the four major sects.
"The pinnacle of the rebirth realm!"
The moment he saw the strange young man take action, Yang Mu judged his level.
In just a moment, the round-faced young man was hit in the abdomen by the opponent, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground.
In an instant, the scene was dead silent!
Although people thought that this strange young man from the four major sects would win, they did not expect that it would end so quickly!
Not even a breath of time!
"This...this gap is too big!"
"That fat guy with a round face, I watched his competition this morning. He is clearly very strong. How could this happen?"
"It's not that he is weak. In the final analysis, there is a huge difference between these wild cultivators and the cultivators from major sects. We cannot generalize at all!"
"Even if they are in the same realm, their combat power is stronger. What's more, their realm is obviously higher! It's not surprising at all that they lost so quickly."
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Yang Mu knew in his heart that the round-faced young man lost so quickly not only because his strength was inferior to others, but also because he was confused!
In other words, even before the fight, I felt afraid!
Otherwise, with the strength he showed this morning, he would not be defeated in an instant.
To put it more bluntly, not only did the people around him think that he would lose, but he himself also thought that he would definitely lose, which made him too nervous!
In this way, there will be no suspense about victory or defeat.
The competition continues.
Those who faced the disciples of the four major sects were like mourning their heirs.
Those who didn't match had a look of joy that couldn't be concealed.
Until Yang Mu came to power, all the disciples of the four major sects who fought against him were defeated.
"It's actually you?"
The horse-faced young man walked onto the stage and saw Yang Mu. He was stunned at first, and then sneered:
"I see, I finally understand. You didn't speak before because you knew you were going to face me next, so you were frightened! I can only say that you are too unlucky, or you should just admit defeat yourself to avoid wasting my time.