Gao Wu: Invincibility Starts From Liver Experience

On the ninth day of the Freshman Competition, the opponent abstained, and Meng Qi entered the top 13 in Group A.

On the eleventh day, thirteen into seven, Meng Qi drew Yang Cang.

The freshmen in the auditorium suddenly became excited when they saw two people who had the ability to drop into the top ten freshmen with one move at the same time.

Even the teachers' eyes were a little curious, who would win this competition.

Is it Principal Yang's grandson? Or Meng Qi, known as the biggest dark horse of this year's freshmen?

"Meng Qi, discuss it, I will give you 50,000 points, how about you admit defeat?"

Yang Cang stood opposite to Meng Qi, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and said lazily.

"no."

Meng Qi shook his head and said seriously: "But if you give me 50,000 points, I can give you a hand."

Yang Cang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Let's forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

Meng Qi turned his lips regretfully: "You really don't think about it? Fifty thousand is not enough, thirty thousand is also fine."

Yang Cang was speechless, why did this person persuade him instead.

Even more speechless than him was the referee standing aside. It was enough for these two freshmen to discuss this kind of thing in the Freshman Competition.

Without giving them a chance to continue bargaining, the referee said with a dark face:

"The competition begins."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Cang changed his normal routine and chose to take the initiative to attack.

He straddled the distance between the two in three steps, tightened his shoulders, and punched Meng Qi.

Meng Qi also punched.

Boom!

There was a dull sound on the duel field, centering on the two of them, a circle of air waves spread outward.

"Sure enough, just as I imagined, you have a lot of attainments in body forging martial arts."

Yang Cang put away that lazy expression, his eyes became sharp.

"Come and don't be indecent, give me a punch."

Meng Qi feinted with his left fist and kicked towards Yang Cang's lower part.

Three black lines appeared on Yang Cang's forehead. Are these fists?

He didn't react slowly, stretching out a leg to block Meng Qi's attack.

The two of them collided with their legs no less than three times in one second. Just hearing the sound made it difficult for the freshmen in the audience to calm down.

What kind of monsters are these two people? How to exercise the physical body so strong?

Li Hang was a little worried about Meng Qi, and asked Sun Heng beside him, "Do you think Meng Qi can beat Yang Cang?"

Sun Heng said seriously: "It's hard to say, although Meng Qi's physical body is not weak, but Yang Cang's physical body is also very strong. In my opinion, the two should be evenly matched based on physical strength, but if both use spiritual energy, Meng Qi's physical body is also very strong. The probability of Qi being defeated is as high as 90%."

"So tall?" Li Hang was taken aback.

"That's too much to say. Meng Qi doesn't seem to have broken through to a fourth-rank martial artist. Yang Cang is very likely to be a peak fourth-rank warrior, and there is also a very small probability of breaking through to a fifth-rank warrior. When the cultivation skills are at the same level, the realm It is not easy to overcome the above advantages.”

At the same time, Principal Yang looked at Teacher Bai: "If I'm not mistaken, what Meng Qi practiced should be the Heavenly Demon Exercise Technique."

"En." Teacher Bai nodded: "Meng Qi practiced the Heavenly Demon Body Exercise, and Yang Cang practiced the Vigorous Body. The two have the same level of mysticism, and they both focus on strength. With the strength of the physical body, even if they match each other Day and night, it's hard to tell the winner."

"That's it." A look of approval flashed in Principal Yang's eyes: "I know about Yang Cang, but I didn't expect Meng Qi to be so talented in body training and martial arts. It's really good."

On the dueling arena.

As Teacher Bai said, it is difficult for Meng Qi and Yang Cang to tell the winner based on physical strength alone.

Realizing this, Yang Cang's spiritual energy fluctuated.

The freshmen in the auditorium were in an uproar. This Yang Cang was actually a fifth-rank martial artist.

"Meng Qi, I admit that you are excellent, but it's a pity that I have already broken through to the fifth-rank martial artist, you can't be my opponent, just admit defeat." Yang Cang said defiantly.

"Whether it's your opponent or not, you'll only know after you fight." Meng Qi also released the aura fluctuations on his body, a peak third-rank martial artist.

"If you don't hit the south wall and don't give up, let me show you the difference between a fifth-rank warrior and a third-rank peak warrior."

Yang Cang punched him again.

This fist was covered with aura, and across the air, there was a low sonic boom.

The faces of the freshmen in the audience changed drastically. If this punch landed on them, it would definitely kill them.

The aura in Meng Qi's body surged up the arm along the cyclone, and condensed on the surface of the fist.

The white aura gives people a thick and solid feeling.

The punches of the two were evenly divided again, but Yang Cang fell into a little disadvantage in terms of the consumption of spiritual energy on the punches.

You know, what he practiced was low-level earth-level exercises, which were already the highest-level exercises that could be practiced at the warrior stage.

If it is higher, the martial artist will explode and die because he cannot control the speed of spiritual energy absorbed by the kung fu.

Principal Yang in the auditorium suddenly turned his head to look at Teacher Bai, and asked with a solemn expression:

"Meng Qi practiced the aura spell?"

"He chose it himself." Teacher Bai said truthfully.

"How could you let him choose the Spiritual Light Curse? Didn't it hurt him?" Principal Yang said with a trace of blame in his tone. How many geniuses in Guwu University have wasted their time and become mediocre because of practicing the Spiritual Light Curse? go down.

"I've already explained the pros and cons to him, and you set the number of layers and points for this exercise. I have no reason to stop him." Teacher Bai said that he would not take the blame, and threw the blame on Yang headmaster.

Principal Yang twitched the corners of his mouth. It is true that he asked Mr. Bai to put this exercise on the sixth floor of the library, but it required 30,000 points, which even the first freshman could not afford to redeem.

But unexpectedly, the number one in the soul master class chose this exercise.

What is this called.

"This matter was indeed my negligence."

Principal Yang sighed: "When you go back, lock the Lingguan Curse on the twelfth floor of the library and list it as a banned book. Without my permission, no one is allowed to read this exercise."

"Okay." Teacher Bai knew that the reason why Principal Yang put the Lingguan Curse on the sixth floor was to see if anyone could succeed in cultivation with a lesson in mind.

However, seeing that a genius like Meng Qi is about to be ruined by the Spiritual Light Curse, he still couldn't bear it in the end, and would rather let no one succeed in cultivation than let the genius of Guwu University suffer any more losses.

Since then, no new students have been able to practice the Spiritual Light Mantra.

Principal Yang guessed that Meng Qi was practicing the Spiritual Light Curse, and as his grandson, Yang Cang naturally guessed it too.

He looked at Meng Qi in shock: "No wonder you chose to practice the Heavenly Demon Body Exercise, so you actually practiced the Spiritual Light Curse."

"Pity."

At the end, he had a regretful expression on his face:

"Although the Spirit Gate Curse is powerful, it has no future. Let me break your illusions about the Spirit Gate Curse and let you see the reality clearly."

As he spoke, a black Tang knife appeared in Yang Cang's hand.

A saber gesture that was several times more domineering than Sun Heng erupted from him.