The first game started soon. Except for the person from Kunlun City, who everyone was looking forward to, the rest were not much to see.
When the battle begins, two rats are fighting each other. Either you win one move and start running after the other, or the two of them hug and fight together.
There are no moves to speak of, it's more like children fighting.
The other end was a cat chasing a mouse. This disciple named Jiang Yijian from Kunlun City in White Continent. He only used one move and won the victory directly.
The battle was over before anyone could see clearly.
Jiang Yijian used the sky as his guide and instantly changed the weather of the entire venue to snow.
Taking advantage of the field, the opponent instantly lost direction.
Jiang Yijian couldn't even find his opponent anywhere, so Jiang Yijian just punched his opponent out from the wind and snow.
"It's interesting." Bai Ye murmured to himself.
"This person seems to be incapable of understanding his realm." Wang Luo also said.
"If he were in Bai Ai Continent, his realm might be above all things. But in the Yanyun Dynasty, it would be below all things. This man's way should be related to snow. He relies too much on the environment, so if he wants to fight
If you come out, you have to work harder. Relying solely on the environment is only temporary, and more often than not, the enemy is not in Bai Ai Continent." Bai Ye Youyou said.
Wang Luo nodded and felt that what he said was reasonable: "If we meet each other, can you defeat me?"
"Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty!" Bai Ye replied with a smile.
Zhu Yelang on the side intervened: "Okay, I should be next. Brother Luo, wish me good luck."
"How do you know it's yours?"
Zhu Yelang took out the lottery number: "No! No. 5! If my guess is correct, it is based on this. It is not a blind selection."
As soon as Zhu Yelang finished speaking, Zhang Xi really responded to those words on the stage.
But this battle is indeed a bit suspenseful.
Zhu Yelang's opponent is none other than He Wuhong, the leader's choice.
Before going on stage, Bai Ye took Zhu Yelang and whispered a word.
Zhu Yelang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, patted He Wuhong on the shoulder, said thank you, and went straight to the stage.
Zhu Yelang was the one who kowtowed, but He Wuhong already knew everything.
Wang Luo was very curious. Along the way, Zhu Yelang rarely showed his hands. Even Wang Luo himself didn't know what Zhu Yelang's way was.
He Wuhong talks little, and Zhu Yelang doesn't talk much. In fact, the two of them are the same kind of people.
Then there is no need to talk nonsense, it will be a storm when you get on stage.
In the Yanyun Dynasty, He Wuhong was known as the invincible fighter in the realm of all things.
So in this battle, Zhu Yelang is fighting to the death!
He Wuhong originally thought that if a friend came from afar, he would be the first to punch him.
But He Wuhong looked at Qi, but he didn't see any movement from Zhu Yelang. So, He Wuhong moved.
It's not that flashy, it just punches Zhu Yelang.
"One inch of fist contains the way of all things." Bai Ye said.
Wang Luo looked at Bai Ye, and Bai Ye also knew that he didn't understand what he meant, so he simply said it directly: "This punch seems simple, but if you look at the way he starts his hand, he shakes his whole body's spiritual energy and comes out, it's completely
Converging until breaking point. In this kind of competition, Zhu Yelang has no choice but to fight. It cannot be resolved. His punch directly decided all the escape routes."
Sure enough, He Wuhong punched in the air.
A rustling wind sounded throughout the entire training ground.
A large amount of spiritual power was actually drawn from Zhu Yelang's side to behind He Wuhong.
Gather your strength and punch out.
"Yelang, what should you do? Have you never punched?" Wang Luo thought in his mind.
However, he saw Zhu Yelang move, his hands stretched out in front of him, and the wheels were swinging with force.
Wang Luo was suddenly startled. Why was this move so familiar? He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but Wang Luo couldn't remember it.
"Tao, Rou!" Bai Ye said two words.
Zhu Yelang circled in the air, and the spiritual power absorbed by He Wuhong began to come back bit by bit.
In Zhu Yelang's hands, an inner energy appeared invisible.
"This kid can actually release his innermost feelings and be so coordinated in exchanges. What a great talent!" Zhang Xi, who has always been quiet and taciturn, actually started to praise.
He Wuhong had a trace of uneasiness in his eyes and put his fist in front of Zhu Yelang.
Zhu Yelang took advantage of the spring breeze with his hands and skillfully kneaded He Wuhong's punch into it.
The strength was still there, so he twisted his waist and stepped back.
He Wuhong's entire body has been dragged behind him.
Then Zhu Yelang raised his leg, but he chopped it down with one arm like a big axe.
The fans of Peter Ho on the field exclaimed at the same time: "Be careful!"
He Wuhong snorted coldly, and at the moment Zhu Yelang raised his leg, he struck with both fists at the same time.
Hitting the ground, the whole person jumped out of thin air. Using the strength of his waist, he faced Zhu Yelang's judo.
Zhu Yelang's right leg seemed to be straddling He Wuhong's body at this moment. He Wuhong stretched out his hand and jumped into the air to catch Zhu Yelang's weak point first.
He grabbed it with one palm, propped it up with one hand and fell down directly.
Zhu Yelang never expected that the weakness that he had calculated for a long time would be found by He Wuhong in an instant, and his energy would be reversed again.
"This was simply He Wuhong's intention. Zhu Yelang was plotted." Bai Ye said with solemn eyes.
The king stood aside without saying a word.
But He Wuhong never thought that the moment he fell with one hand, Zhu Yelang was like a loach, his whole body mingled and stuck to He Wuhong's body.
If He Wuhong hits it, both sides will be hurt.
On this point, He Wuhong miscalculated. Zhu Yelang, a judo player, actually dared to give up his own strengths.
It’s not that He Wuhong didn’t dare, he just felt it wasn’t worth it.
So he let go of one hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in Zhu Yelang's hand.
He stabbed He Wuhong in front of the Tiangang facade. He Wuhong slapped the ground with one hand and used a roundhouse kick to resist the attack.
The two sides once again distanced themselves and met for a hundred steps.
"Your Tao! It's very special." He Wuhong said calmly after pulling away.
"Your foundation is pretty good." Zhu Yelang responded.
He Wuhong smiled again and stopped talking.
Attacking Zhu Yelang again, Zhu Yelang sheathed his sword again and faced off with He Wuhong with his bare hands.
This time, the two of them were going back and forth without any fancy moves at all.
He Wuhong is indeed a person who has cultivated steadily in every realm. Someone once said that the Wanxiang realm that He Wuhong is currently in is not at the fourth level, but in each realm, He Wuhong has had dozens of opportunities to break the mirror.
But none of them took the initiative to break the situation.
It's about tempering your mind and challenging the strong again and again.
The He family once said that every time Wu Hong breaks through one realm, he can push up two realms.