Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

Murong Yu's several moves failed to cause damage to Song Qiao, which made him a little impatient. The strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, and red spiritual power appeared all over his body.

Seeing Murong Yu using his spiritual power, Song Qiao naturally felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and a blue spiritual power emerged.

The two of them fought with bare hands, which was more exciting than sword fighting because it was a collision of spiritual powers and a duel of strength, which was more pure and direct.

The audience did not stop applauding at all, and some people even couldn't help but roar, cheering for their favorite players.

Everyone in Wudang and even the Murong family looked at the arena with solemn expressions. This was a competition for first place. Whoever wins will become famous, and at the same time his sect will become more famous.

Murong Yu's hands became stronger and stronger, and he displayed ever-changing moves. The Murong family's "As time goes by, hundreds of schools of martial arts" is to learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools and improve themselves.

It can be said that this is a set of techniques that are like the Star Absorbing Technique. Of course, it is not that terrifying. It can only imitate other people's moves and techniques, but the core cannot be imitated.

"Murong Yu, no matter how strong you are, you still can't defeat me."

Song Qiao began to shake Murong Yu's heart and make him irritated, so that he could reveal his flaws and win with one blow.

It can be said that in the eyes of everyone, the balance of victory has tilted towards Song Qiao, and he is quite invincible.

But he forgot that Murong Yu was not that simple.

Murong Yu had a look of determination on his face, looked at Song Qiao and said coldly: "I didn't expect that your four or two moves were so powerful, forcing me to resort to the last resort."

"Does he have any last resort?"

"It's not just to scare people."

"It doesn't feel real, just wait and see what happens."

Everyone in the rest area looked at him with confusion, surprise and even questioning.

Murong Yu directly performed a set of secret techniques. He kept chanting the secrets with his lips, while his hands were like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, waving continuously, and the red spiritual power all over his body formed a dazzling lotus.

"This is!"

"The Wrathful Fire Lotus!"

"Isn't this a lost secret book of the Celestial Canker Sect? How did he learn it?"

Everyone's face was filled with astonishment. This was so unexpected that even the heads of many sects and the patriarchs of aristocratic families stood up.

The extremely dazzling fiery red lotus blasted directly towards Song Bridge, carrying a violent and invincible pressure.

Song Qiao was stunned. How could he block such a violent blow, even if it was four or two thousand catties, because it was more than a thousand catties.

The entire arena was turned into a sea of ​​fire by the Wrathful Fire Lotus. The Wudang elders immediately rushed into the fire and rescued Song Qiao, who had already been unconscious.

At this time, Song Qiao was covered in scars. If he hadn't had spiritual power to resist, he would have been reduced to ashes.

"Murong Yu is the number one in this year's World Martial Arts Competition!"

"Murong Yu, Murong Yu, Murong Yu!"

"Murong Yu, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"Murong Yu, I love you!"

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A group of girls were extremely excited, as if they were seeing a male god.

Countless envious eyes were staring at the arena filled with flames. There was a figure in the center of the arena, that was Murong Yu.

When all the firelight dissipated, Murong Yu appeared in everyone's eyes spotlessly clean. This made many people extremely surprised that he was not injured at all.

"I feel that even Xie Shaotian may not be able to defeat Murong Yu."

"Yeah, who knew he would actually learn the Slightly Angry Fire Lotus of the Celestial Canker Sect? This is so surprising."

Many sects and aristocratic families were greatly surprised by Murong Yu's victory, because his martial arts had been lost in the world for a long time.

After a subsequent competition, the disciples of the Kongtong Sect won third place, and then there was an award ceremony.

Song Qiao was seriously injured and naturally could not accept the award. The Wudang elders sent two disciples to accept the award on Song Qiao's behalf. The second place was not very embarrassing.

The president of the World Martial Arts Conference personally awarded them prizes. The third place received a 100-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus, the second place received a 200-year-old Blood Ganoderma, and the first place was naturally the 300-year-old Ginseng King.

After the awards were given, the audience burst into thunderous applause to celebrate the honor they had received, although it was different from what was originally expected.

This also marked the successful conclusion of the World Martial Arts Conference in Qushui Shanjian, with fireworks all around celebrating.

Many reporters directly surrounded Murong Yu, wanting to interview him.

"Mr. Murong, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm happy, it's not really exciting, because the first place belongs to me."

"Then if Xie Shaotian doesn't withdraw from the competition, do you think you can still win first place?"

"It's a pity that Xie Shaotian has withdrawn from the competition. If he had not withdrawn from the competition, the weight of my first place would be even greater."

"Then what are your plans next?"

"Of course there is, practice hard and strive to break through to the late master stage as soon as possible."

"Later stage of master?"

"Yes, I have actually entered the middle stage of master."

This was just a shock to a group of reporters. Those sects and aristocratic families had already seen it.

"Then do you have any opponents now?"

"Yes, there is a devilish genius from Jiangnan who is rumored to be miraculous. It is said that he is already the leading figure in the four cities of Jiangzhou. I really want to meet him."

Su Yan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. Why is this modern world so closed-minded? He killed the leading figures in three provinces and returned the leading figure in Jiangzhou.

This is actually not difficult to understand, because Su Yan's prestige is only spread in the martial arts world and some top political and business circles, and many people are even more cautious about speaking out.

Ji Ruxue on the side said with a smile on her face: "Our Professor Su didn't expect that in the eyes of others, he is still just a leading figure in a small city. Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Isn't it ridiculous?"

"What's so funny."

Qiu Mai on the side said in surprise: "What Professor Su?"

"Oh, his uncle has gone to be a university professor." Ji Ruxue quickly smoothed things over.

Many people were already preparing to leave the field, and it was time to disperse after the game.

The calm canal next to the stage was now rippling with layers of waves, as if something from a distance was coming towards here.

When people saw a figure far away, they were so shocked that they opened their mouths with disbelief on their faces.

"Is that a human?"

"Why is he floating on the water?"

"This person knows Qinggong, which is a long-lost secret!"

Many people from sects and even aristocratic families stood up and looked at the figures floating on the water in the distance.

Even Murong Yu had a frown on his face. He felt that this man was not very old, but his skills were quite impressive.

This man's speed was so fast that a ship nearby was overtaken by him. It was like a tortoise and a hare.

When people saw this person's face clearly, they were even more surprised, because he was very young and looked to be no more than 20 years old.

"Is this the long-lost iron palm floating on water?"

An elder from a large sect had a fearful face and deep fear in his eyes.