Dragon Ball God Mu

On the stand on the second floor of the Budokan, the head of Maple Leaf Liu and others continued to communicate.

Changes in the arena are rapid.

At this time, both Muyang and the disciple of Duolin Temple called Wu Ting had burst out with great power. I saw that the two sides were constantly attacking, and blurred afterimages gradually appeared on the arena, and many actions had gone beyond ordinary The limit of what the human eye can see.

"Ho!"

Muyang and Wu Ting launched a counterattack, with their palms hitting each other, making a loud bang!

"Amazing!" Mu Yang gasped slightly, and his body couldn't help but retreat a few steps. This was the first opponent he had encountered since the competition with the same strength as himself!

The disciples of Duolin Temple are indeed not to be underestimated!

Looks like a trick is coming!

Mu Yang grinned, and immediately stepped on the ground, stopping his step back, and the slate under his feet shattered into meandering cracks. After that, the body suddenly bounced, and the explosive force penetrated from the soles of the feet, causing the shattered stones to bounce up and splash out in all directions.

Mu Yang's body popped out quickly, as if a cannonball swooped in.

"Heavenly Heart Qigong!"

Mu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand was raised, his fingers turned into swords, and a terrifying aura emerged from his body.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed between his bright eyes, and a dazzling blue light was generated between his fingers, hula la, straight qigong waves shot out like lasers, surrounded by a few whirlwinds, like a head from ancient times. The wild beast charged towards Wu Ting with a ferocious and bloodthirsty aura.

Feeling the vigorous aura that suddenly erupted from Mu Yang's body, as well as the powerful qigong wave, Elder Maple Leaf Liu and the others stood up suddenly, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"This is a qigong wave, and it's not far from the martial arts of the older generation."

"It's amazing, I didn't expect to reach such a state at such a young age."

Several seniors in the martial arts world looked at the scene in shock and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Huh? Muyang's qigong is already so strong!!" Sis rubbed his eyes in disbelief, Tianxin qigong, even he couldn't release it at will, but Muyang actually used it during the competition, seeing his skill with ease He looked a little envious.

At this time, Sith realized that the strength of his nephew might have surpassed him.

At the same time, the audience at the scene was all boiling.

"No... Is that right, he used a qigong wave?"

"A player who can use Qigong waves, and his opponent is Wu Ting, the outcome is really hard to predict."

Whether it was the audience or the players, they all watched with wide eyes.

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"You have to be careful!" Mu Yang shouted at Wu Ting across the air. At this time, Mu Yang's breath rose again and again, and the powerful aura rolled over, and the icy aura even made people lose their resistance.

Swish!

In the face of Muyang's extremely powerful attack, even the elite disciples of Duolin Temple couldn't help but change their faces, but Muyang's attack was already in sight, and the difference between the masters could decide the outcome. At this time, Wu Ting had already Losing the first opportunity, hasty response is the only way to defeat.

Pong! The huge attack power of the qigong wave fell on Wu Ting, his face turned pale, his body flew like a kite with a broken string, and he fell heavily outside the ring.

"Tianxinliu Muyang won and entered the quarterfinals."

As the dust settled with a whistle, Muyang defeated the seed players of Duolin Temple with a powerful attitude and advanced to the quarterfinals.

"Agreed." Mu Yang bowed with a calm expression.

That Wu Ting wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and folded his hands in return.

"Wu Ting actually lost." Qianheliu Elder Nali clicked his tongue and said silently.

"It's normal. With the vigor that he showed just now, it may take a few years to reach our realm."

"Maybe, he's so young..."

"Alas, the younger generation has come out in large numbers, and this failure is also a good thing for Wu Ting." Master Xiurin recited the scriptures silently.

"Kane and Wu Ting both lost to that young man. I wonder how much chance Arlo and Liz can win..." the head of Maple Leaf asked with interest.

"I don't have much hope." Elder Nelly shook his head, "Lisi is not that person's opponent."

Among the new talents of the major schools, Wu Ting of Duolin Temple is one of the best. Even he has lost to the opponent. I am afraid that others have little hope of winning.

The head of Maple Leaf Liu nodded.

Yes, it is very rare in today's martial arts world to be able to release powerful qigong waves at a young age. At this moment, he has roughly determined the champion of this martial arts conference, and that is Mu Yang.

"Hahaha, it's amazing Muyang, if you let Senior Brother Asaph know that you defeated the elite disciples of Duolin Temple, he will definitely come over excitedly, but unfortunately Daqingshan is a long way from Maple Leaf Island, so Senior Brother Asaph has no chance to see it. You swept the scene all over the place."

As soon as Mu Yang stepped down from the stage, Sith came over with a look of excitement and praised Mu Yang.

Muyang smiled humbly, "Uncle Sis, I just made it to the quarterfinals, the game isn't over yet."

Sith shook his head again and again: "It's different, it's different."

Entering the quarter-finals and defeating Wu Ting are completely two concepts.

Originally, in Sith's heart, as long as Muyang can get the eighth place in the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association, he has already completed the task. To know so many genres, how many can win the top eight? It has been very satisfying!

But judging from the current performance, it seems that he will not stop there. Although they are both in the top eight, the meaning is completely different.

You must know that Wu Ting is not only an elite disciple of Duolin Temple, but also a popular candidate for the championship of the No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament in the world.

If Mu Yang can defeat him, does he have a chance to win the championship?

If Mu Yang wins the championship, then Tian Xinliu can be regarded as a big show.

Even now, even if Muyang immediately admits defeat and does not participate in the follow-up competition, Sith, who has seen the power of Muyang's qigong waves, knows that Muyang's name must have been launched through this conference, and the entire martial arts world has the ability to release qigong waves. There are only a few Martial Daoists, and Mu Yang is one of them, which is full of glory.

"The next few games don't need to be too stressful, take it easy, anyway, the top eight spots have been locked, and every next win is an improvement." Sis excitedly patted Mu Yang's shoulder, and then saw Mu Yang's face A little pale, he said with concern, "You just released Qigong waves, can your body take it?"

Muyang shook his head, indicating that it was okay: "My body doesn't matter, just rest for a while."

"Then you have a good rest." Sith nodded and said no more, staying aside to let him rest in peace.

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While Muyang was sitting and recuperating, battles between dragons and tigers were still being staged on the other arenas. The 315 contestants from all over the world were all motivated and vying for the chance to qualify.

Crackling and crackling, an indistinct afterimage flickered on the ring. Accompanied by the shouting of the players from time to time, several large and small holes suddenly appeared on the ground, and the broken stones splashed around, rubbing the ground and bursting sparks.

"Qianheliu Lisi won and entered the quarterfinals."

"Maple Leaf Stream Arlo won and entered the quarterfinals."

"Cross Fist Barney wins and enters the quarterfinals."

"West Plai Village Giro won and entered the quarterfinals."

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As the competition continued, the top eight places were created one after another. Together with Mu Yang, the eight strongest players in this conference have all been decided.

Mu Yang glanced at the list and noticed that the top eight players, except for himself and a player named Ji Luo from Pulai Village, most of the other six were disciples of the big school.

I have to admit that the major schools do have a hand in cultivating disciples. It is no wonder that after these major schools chose to hide from the world, the level of martial arts on the earth suddenly dropped a notch.

After a short rest, after all the results were verified as valid, with the sound of the gong sounded again, today's schedule is over.

The quarterfinals are scheduled for the next day, with an evening break.