Wuhun: God-Level Selection For Instant Upgrades

"Okay, enough chatter, I've lit the incense, let's start quickly!" Yu Xiaogang said, "Both of you must go all out for this game, otherwise, there will be no breakfast for the next week!"

Hearing that there might be no breakfast, everyone immediately became serious. Dai Mubai roared, possessed the White Tiger Spirit, activated his third soul skill White Tiger Vajra Transformation, and then took the initiative to block the front of the team.

Now that Qi Ling doesn't use soul skills, and Dai Mubai has been assisted by Ning Rongrong's soul skills, he is able to compete with Qi Ling for a while.

While the two were fighting, Zhu Zhuqing came from behind Qi Ling like a ghost, and stabbed Qi Ling's vest with a ghostly thrust, hoping to win the game in one fell swoop.

Naturally, Qi Ling would not be subdued by this simple calculation. He shifted his body slightly to one side, letting Zhu Zhuqing's thrust pass from under his ribs, and then fell backwards. He successfully resolved it with a move of "Arhat Falling to the Ground". Two people attack.

Zhu Zhuqing was hit by Qi Ling and fell to the ground immediately. Although he immediately stood up and maintained his posture, Qi Ling took the opportunity to escape from the two men and surrounded him.

Dai Mubai wanted to pursue, but was blocked by Zhu Zhuqing's body and lost the opportunity.

Although the danger was saved, before Qi Ling could breathe a sigh of relief, new attacks were coming one after another!

After Ma Hongjun was possessed by Wuhun, he ate Oscar's flying mushroom, and he suddenly seemed to turn into a real birdman, flapping his wings and flying into the sky.

"Hey, Boss Qi, take the move!" Ma Hongjun said, spitting out a flame from his mouth, which was his soul skill: Phoenix Fire Wire.

Ma Hongjun's flames have extremely difficult attachment properties. Once contaminated, they are extremely difficult to extinguish and can spontaneously ignite out of thin air. Therefore, Qi Ling had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and move quickly to avoid his flames.

With Ma Hongjun's current soul power, if Qi Ling were wearing the Golden Holy Dragon Armor, he could completely ignore the damage he caused to him. However, without using soul skills, Ma Hongjun would become a powerful enemy that could limit him.

So Qi Ling had to deal with Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing while avoiding Ma Hongjun's Phoenix line of fire. The three of them had one main attack, one auxiliary attack, and one long-range attack, which made Qi Ling feel a little headache.

"Third brother, has the time come? Can I take action?" From the back of the lineup, Xiao Wu asked Tang San excitedly, "Haha, I can't wait to surprise Brother Qi."

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu, you are the key to our victory, because among us, the only one who can decide the outcome with one blow is your wrestling skills." Tang San said calmly, "Wait until I create enough opportunities for you. , you take action again!"

As the strategist among them, Tang San never used his Bluesilver Grass to take action, just to find the right time!

Although Xiao Wu's throwing skills can determine the outcome with one strike, as long as Qi Ling is still standing on the ground, Xiao Wu's attack cannot succeed.

So the opportunity Tang San was looking for was when Qi Ling could lift his feet off the ground and lose the support of the earth! That was the best time for Xiao Wu to take action.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had naturally gotten Tang San's hint a long time ago, so they fought Qi Ling while leading him to the place designated by Tang San.

When Qi Ling stood on that piece of land, Tang San secretly said in his heart: "It's done!"

Then Qi Ling's blue silver grass martial spirit was activated instantly. On the land at Qi Ling's feet, lush blue silver grass grew out instantly, lifting Qi Ling into the air.

From the beginning of the battle, Tang San made this plan for everyone, planted the seeds of Blue Silver Grass here in advance, and tried his best to lure Qi Ling here.

This is naturally to create opportunities for Xiao Wu, because once Xiao Wu's throwing skills are activated, it will be a series of attacks that determine the outcome, which is an ability that others do not have.

The moment Qi Ling took to the air, he also knew Tang San's plan. Sure enough, the next second Xiao Wu had appeared behind Qi Ling, her slender thighs clamping his neck.

"Hee hee, Brother Qi, I'm sorry, we will win this victory!" Xiao Wu said, launching the soul skill "Waist Bow" and throwing Qi Ling directly to the ground.

What Xiao Wu used was her most proud wrestling skill, the eighth level wrestling! This is a wrestling technique that will not stop midway once it is performed, and will last for eight stages, hence the name.

Seeing Xiao Wu going up to the sky and falling to the ground, throwing Qi Ling out with all his strength like a sandbag, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but have a pained expression on his face: "Xiao San, you and Xiao Wu are both very cruel. I didn't know, I thought you and Boss Qi had something to do with each other." Hatred."

"This is the rule eldest brother has set for us. If we compete against each other, we must go all out and attack with murderous intent!" Tang San said.

"Brother said that this is to familiarize us with real battles in advance. If we show mercy during the battle, we will only lose!"

"Ah, this..." Ma Hongjun looked surprised, "I'm afraid you are the only brother and sister who have such a strange way of getting along with each other!"

"Really? I don't think there's anything strange about it." Tang San looked at Qi Ling in the field and said, "Because no matter how serious we are, we have never officially defeated Big Brother once!"

Xiao Wu's wild and violent eight-stage throw finally stopped Qi Ling from the sky and fell to the ground. Then she stopped the attack and retreated lightly, jumping back into the formation.

"Xiao Wu, have you gone too far?" Dai Mubai hesitated. If he had thrown like that just now, he would have been paralyzed even if it was him.

But before Xiao Wu could say anything, Zhu Zhuqing on the side said: "No, if we can get rid of him this way, he won't be that person."

As if to verify Zhu Zhuqing's words, after she finished speaking, Qi Ling's body slowly moved, climbed up from the big hole on the ground, and slowly rubbed his neck.

Ma Hongjun looked at Qi Ling who seemed to be fine, and his eyes almost popped out of his head: "I-I'll go, is Boss Qi okay? Are we fighting a human?"

In fact, Qi Ling can't be said to be completely fine now. His whole body is also in pain, and his muscles are sore in order to protect his body. If this happens again, he may not be able to hold on.

After all, Xiao Wu's Eight Stage Throw, like his own Tyrant Dragon Fist, exceeds the upper limit of injury for their level. They are both abilities that determine the outcome as long as they are used.

The reason why Qi Ling was fine was because the real dragon body he cultivated had extremely strong defense and was enough to withstand such damage.

And another point is that the terrain here, the elastic ground, helped Qi Ling absorb part of the power, so that the damage he suffered was far less terrifying than it seemed.

"Huh, Xiao Wu, haven't you heard this sentence?" Qi Ling patted the dirt on his hair, "The head can be cut off, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up."

"Brother, I'm really angry!"