Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 150: Ling Yuyao comes on stage
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The 150th chapter Ling Yuyao comes on stage
Wu Jing is defeated!
The defeat was so confused that everyone hadn't reacted yet. He had already rushed to the stage by himself and ended the game by himself. However, there were only a handful of people who really understood what happened...
"What happened?" Ling Yuyao turned around, looked at Yang Chen curiously, and said incredulously: "That Wu Jing, why did he jump off the stage suddenly?"
"This is illusion."
Yang Chen's face was a little dignified, and he slowly said: "Xura Wuhun, the initial ability is illusion, let people fall into it without knowing it... Wu Jing, it should be the first to see that Wuhun. In an instant, I entered Mo Fan's illusion!"
Hearing this, everyone's face changed slightly.
Illusion?
Sounds pretty advanced.
Yang Chen pondered for a moment and said: "However, this Mo Fan should be merciful, otherwise, with the illusion of the Asura Martial Spirit, he can kill Wu Jing if he wants!"
Hearing this, everyone's expressions were slightly stagnant, and they couldn't speak.
This Mo Fan is really amazing!
It's really tricky to let Wu Jing defeat with one sword!
Luo Qingling hesitated, and said: "Moreover, since this person has been able to cultivate a martial soul, it means that he must have reached the martial arts realm... His age is about the same as ours, but his cultivation base is already much higher than ours."
Speaking of this, Luo Qingling sighed and couldn't help but smile.
She thought that with their strength, she was already a leader in the Qingfeng Empire, but she didn't expect that there are people outside the world and heaven!
This time, Wu Jing is afraid that he will be hit hard!
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Under the stage, Wu Jing sat on the ground in a daze.
Clearness gradually recovered in his eyes, and when he reacted to what had happened, a sense of despair immediately filled his heart.
He lost! Lost thoroughly!
The opponent didn't even use the sword, he was defeated!
This makes Wu Jing somewhat unacceptable.
"Frightening evil swordsmanship, it's nothing more than that." Mo Fan walked over, smiled at Wu Jing, and said: "It's a pity, I really don't know how this kind of swordsmanship is called the first swordsmanship of the empire Yes? I didn't even use the sword, and you were already defeated. It's really... rubbish!"
"What did you say!"
When Wu Jing heard this, his eyes were flushed with anger, and he was about to get up and beat him.
"Enough!" At this moment, a shout came and Wu Shanhe said quietly: "Wu Jing, you have already lost, come back quickly! Don't be ashamed!"
Wu Jing was shocked when she heard this.
Stand up slowly...
Without saying a word, he returned to the lounge like a walking dead.
Everyone didn't speak either, but looked at him silently, not knowing how to comfort him.
For a person who has a high self-esteem, he is suddenly hit by this, and any comfort is hard to make up.
Yang Chen hesitated and walked over, but he didn't wait for him to speak...
Wu Jing suddenly raised his head and said with a serious expression:
"Yang Chen, if I tell you that I just slipped, do you believe it?"
Yang Chen's face remained as usual and said: "Of course I know that your feet are slippery. Otherwise, with your strength, how could you not be able to beat him?"
Yang Chen smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Wu Jing's face immediately showed gratitude and said: "Thank you, Yang Chen."
"You're welcome." Yang Chen didn't speak, turned around, and continued to watch the game.
The first game soon came to an end, and the disciple named Mo Fan also went straight to the top five.
In the second game, it was Ling Yuyao's turn to play.
The little girl looked very excited. When she left, she took Yang Chen's hand and said seriously: "Yang Chen, you must watch my game after a while, you know?"
"Don't worry, I will stare at you the whole time." Yang Chen smiled slightly.
Ling Yuyao blushed, and tweeted softly: "Who wants you to stare at me the whole time, but also to see your opponent... Okay, I won't tell you, I'm going to the game!"
After Ling Yuyao finished speaking, she stepped on her short legs and jumped onto the stage.
Yang Chen looked at her players for her.
Fortunately, they are all ordinary goods, there is nothing to worry about.
But the only thing that needs attention is that there is a big fat man on the left of Ling Yuyao, who is about 20 years old, but he is extremely fat, estimated to be two to three hundred catties, and his whole body is shaking like a hill.
And this fat man's cultivation base has reached a level 9 martial artist!
On the other hand, Ling Yuyao, after so many days of tempering, was only an eighth-level martial artist.
"If you win by speed, the squad leader may still have a chance." Yang Chen calculated in his heart.
As he calculated, the game had already begun.
Everyone used their most powerful force to fight against each other. Such a big melee is not brainless, but also skillful!
Like at the beginning of the game, the weaker will naturally have a lower chance of winning than the strong, so at the beginning, the weaker need to unite and pick the strong first. After the partnership is finished, their winning rate will be much higher!
Sure enough, when the game started, the other eight people on the field immediately divided into two groups. One group concentrated all their attacks on Ling Yuyao, and the other group concentrated all on the big fat guy!
They all know that these two are the strongest on the court!
For a time, the whole stage was full of spiritual power and martial arts rippling.
I saw that Ling Yuyao was using a palm technique, and his hands were covered with a layer of red spiritual power. Between the waves, the girl's figure was shaking. This palm technique originally belonged to the extremely tough one, but in Ling Yuyao's hands, it was a little more gentle and ornamental.
Under her grip, the players screamed and screamed again and again. Ling Yuyao shot them off and fell to the ground, completely disqualified!
After finishing all this, Ling Yuyao couldn't help but glance at Yang Chen below the stage.
I saw that the other person was looking at him with a smile, as if he was complimenting him.
Seeing this scene, Ling Yuyao was extremely happy.
On the other hand...
The fat man's movements were simple and rude. When other people's attacks fell on him, it was like hitting a sponge, with no effect at all.
The fat man is still motionless, as stable as Mount Tai!
Suddenly, he stretched out his hands and directly picked up the four players on the ground.
There was a muffled roar in the mouth, and then he waved his hands--
Those players were directly thrown off the stage by him.
Disqualified for the competition.
From the beginning to the end, the fat man didn't move, looking very relaxed.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen's brows suddenly frowned, and a feeling of anxiety suddenly surged into his heart.
This fat guy does not seem to be that simple on the surface...