Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 150 Ling Yuyao enters the stage

Wu Jing is defeated!

The defeat was so confused that before everyone could react, he had rushed to the stage by himself and ended the game by himself. However, there were only a few people present who really understood what happened...

"What exactly happened?" Ling Yuyao turned around, looked at Yang Chen curiously, and said in disbelief, "That Wu Jing, why did he jump off the stage all of a sudden?"

"It's an illusion."

Yang Chen's face was a little dignified, and he said slowly: "The original ability of the Asura Martial Soul is illusion, which makes people fall into it without anyone knowing...Wu Jing should be the first moment he saw that Martial Soul, Entered Mo Fan's illusion!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Illusion?

Sounds pretty advanced.

Yang Chen pondered for a while, and said: "However, this Mo Fan should be merciful, otherwise, with the illusion of Shura Martial Soul, he can kill Wu Jing if he wants!"

Hearing this, everyone looked slightly stagnant and speechless.

This Mo Fan is really amazing!

It's really tricky to let Wu Jing lose the battle without using a knife or a sword!

Luo Qingling hesitated for a moment, and said: "Besides, since this person has been able to cultivate a martial soul, it means that he must have reached the level of a martial artist... His age is about the same as ours, but his cultivation level is already much higher than ours."

Speaking of this, Luo Qingling sighed and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

She thought that with their strength, they were already considered to be the best in the Qingfeng Empire, but she never expected that there are people out there who are beyond the sky!

This time, Wu Jing might be hit hard!

...

Under the stage, Wu Jing fell to the ground in a daze.

His eyes gradually regained clarity, and when he realized what had happened, a sense of despair immediately filled his heart.

He lost! Lost completely!

The opponent didn't even draw a sword, he was already defeated!

This made Wu Jing a little hard to accept.

"The Evil Sword Manual is nothing more than that." Mo Fan walked over, smiled at Wu Jing, and said, "It's a pity, I really don't know why this kind of sword technique is called the number one sword technique in the empire? I You've lost the battle without even using your sword, it's really... rubbish!"

"What did you say!"

Hearing this, Wu Jing's eyes were red with anger, and he was about to get up and beat him.

"Enough!" At this moment, Wu Shanhe said faintly, "Wu Jing, you have already lost, come back quickly! Don't be ashamed!"

Hearing this, Wu Jing was shocked.

Stand up slowly...

Without saying a word, he returned to the lounge like a walking dead.

Everyone didn't speak, just looked at him silently, not knowing how to comfort him.

For a person who has always regarded himself as a noble person, he was suddenly hit by this blow, and any consolation would be hard to make up for.

Yang Chen hesitated for a moment, and walked over, but before he could speak...

Wu Jing raised his head suddenly, and said with a serious face:

"Yang Chen, if I tell you that I just slipped, would you believe me?"

Yang Chen's expression was normal, and he said, "Of course I know you're slipping, otherwise with your strength, how could you not beat him?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Wu Jing immediately showed gratitude on his face, and said, "Thank you, Yang Chen."

"You're welcome." Yang Chen didn't speak, turned around and continued to watch the game.

The first match came to an end very quickly, and the disciple named Mo Fan also directly entered the top five.

In the second match, it was Ling Yuyao's turn to play.

The little girl seemed very excited. Before leaving, she took Yang Chen's hand and said seriously: "Yang Chen, you must watch my game well later, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you the whole time." Yang Chen smiled slightly.

Ling Yuyao blushed, and spat softly: "Who wants you to stare at me the whole time, you also have to look at the opponent... Well, I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to the competition!"

After Ling Yuyao finished speaking, she stepped on her short legs and jumped onto the stage.

Yang Chen sized up her contestants for her.

Fortunately, they are all ordinary goods, and there is nothing to worry about.

But the only thing to pay attention to is that there is a big fat man on the left of Ling Yuyao, about twenty years old, but he is extremely fat, estimated to be two to three hundred catties, and his whole body is like a hill, swaying.

And this fat man's cultivation has reached a ninth-level martial artist!

On the other hand, Ling Yuyao, after so many days of training, is only an eighth-level warrior.

"If you win by speed, the squad leader may still have a chance of winning." Yang Chen calculated in his heart.

And just as he was calculating, the game had already begun.

All the people used their most powerful strength to hit each other. A melee like this is not mindless, but also skillful!

Like at the beginning of the game, the odds of the weak will naturally be lower than the strong, so from the beginning the weak need to unite and pick the strong first. After the partnership finishes beating the strong ones, their winning percentage will be much higher!

Sure enough, when the match started, the other eight people on the field immediately divided into two groups, one group concentrated their attacks on Ling Yuyao, and the other group concentrated their attacks on that big fat man!

They all know that these two are the strongest on the field!

For a moment, the entire stage was filled with spiritual power and martial skills.

I saw that Ling Yuyao was using a palm technique, and her hands were covered with a layer of red spiritual power. When she waved, the girl's figure swayed. This set of palms was originally an extremely tough one, but in Ling Yuyao's hands, it was a bit more gentle and ornamental.

But under her palm, those contestants screamed again and again, and were sent flying by Ling Yuyao, fell to the ground, completely disqualified from the competition!

After doing all this, Ling Yuyao couldn't help but look at Yang Chen under the stage.

I saw that the other party was looking at me with a smile, as if he was praising himself.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yuyao was very happy.

On the other hand...

The fat man's movements were even more simple and rough. When the other people's attacks fell on him, it was like hitting a sponge, and it didn't have the slightest effect.

The fat man remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai!

Suddenly, he stretched out his hands and picked up the four players on the ground.

There was a muffled roar in his mouth, and then he waved his hands——

Those contestants were directly thrown off the stage by him.

disqualified.

From the beginning to the end, the fat man didn't move a bit, looking very relaxed.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen frowned immediately, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly flooded his heart.

This fat man doesn't seem to be as simple as it seems on the surface...