"Please advise."

Wu Yong raised his hands in return, gave a clear drink, pumped up all his blood, bent his legs at the knees, pushed his feet on the ground, and rushed forward, grabbing Xu Wu with his hands.

Xu Wu was calm and content in the face of the menacing Wu Yong. He just smiled and tapped his toes, flew back and flew away, and easily avoided the catch.

This not only made the watching disciples exclaim in surprise, but even Wu Yong couldn't help but be startled and wondered: Is it so fast?

His momentum stopped and he stepped on the ground with his right foot, but there was no pause at all. The arch of his foot shrank, and the sole of his foot seemed to be stepping on a spring. He jumped up again, even more swiftly than before.
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However, Xu Wu was still able to do it with ease. When the general landed, he tapped his toes slightly and floated diagonally sideways, dodging the blow in an understatement.

"Okay!"

Of these two people, one pedals powerfully and is full of power in his movements, while the other is relaxed and freehand, moving around as light as a sparrow. The two completely opposite styles are compared on the same stage, attracting continuous applause from the disciples of the two schools.

But Wu Yong was surprised when he saw that his two blows with all his strength failed to succeed.

He stopped in place and did not rush to launch an offensive. Instead, he looked up and down with a strange look on Xu Wu, who was always more than four feet away from him.

How is this done?

He felt strange in his heart, but it was not that he was surprised that the other party could avoid his attack, but that he was surprised that the other party's action pattern was abrupt and unnatural.

Especially the leaning back and ducking just now, can ordinary people really do it? It's such an understatement.

Wu Yong was confused and finally fixed his gaze on Xu Wu's feet.

"This is..."

Although Xu Wu was a disciple of Wuxuan Temple, he did not wear a Taoist robe. He only wore a backpack on his upper body and a pair of khaki linen trousers on his lower body, with the trousers half rolled up. He was different from the peasant disciples in the countryside.

Any difference.

But even though he was dressed so casually, he was wearing a pair of brown suede boots with exquisite stitching.

Not to mention how uncomfortable such a pair of suede leather boots would be in the hot summer weather, just by looking at his outfit, you can see how inconsistent they are.

Xu Wu noticed Wu Yong's gaze, raised his foot, patted the upper of the shoe, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, to tell you the truth, these boots of mine are a spiritual weapon, called Yunying Boots. Once activated,

He walks as if he were stepping on the wind, moving with flying grace and freedom, and if I want to hide, I can't get close to him easily."

Wu Yong suddenly understood and was very surprised, "That is a good treasure, but what if it only has the ability to dodge? Are you just going to swim in the wild like a loach? How are you going to beat me?"

Xu Wu grinned and said: "I don't need to bother my uncle, Xu Wu has his own way!"

As he spoke, he took a few steps back and made a single stroke with his left hand. Just like Ding Shuo and Hu Shuyi, the first pair to compete on stage, a glimmer of water appeared from the palm of his right hand.

I saw him clenching his fist tightly, the water light was squeezed away, and transformed into a water spear. He raised his hand and threw it towards Wu Yong with a "swish" sound.

Wu Yong was caught off guard and was taken aback. He quickly took out his small sword, channeled his magic power, and fired a sword light.

Bang!

The water splash exploded, golden light scattered in all directions, and turned into a golden-red mist under the setting sun.

Wu Yong didn't stop for a moment, kicked up his feet, rushed into the mist, and ran straight towards the figure on the other side of the mist.

But he originally thought that he could hide his figure through the mist and catch Xu Wu by surprise. Unexpectedly, he rushed out of the mist and caught Xu Wu's collar with one hand, before he could pull it hard.

"Xu Wu" then collapsed and dispersed.

Wu Yong was stunned, and then he saw clearly that the "Xu Wu" in front of him was a cloud-like thing. He looked fine standing where he was, but with a wave of his hand, "Xu Wu" twisted and dispersed like smoke.

"Haha, Uncle Wu, those are the clouds that transformed my appearance with the true energy. Why do you think these boots of mine are called cloud shadow boots? Fastness is one aspect, but this is its second function!" Four feet away,

Xu Wu explained with a smile, and another water spear appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards Wu Yong.

Wu Yong had no choice but to parry, and just like before, he raised his sword and shot out the sword light, then jumped forward and was hung far away, unable to get close at all.

He couldn't help but feel worried and thought to himself: The teacher's little sword is really hard to use. The power of this sword light is mediocre and not as useful as other people's spells. How can you say it is enough for me to use it to enlighten me?

Xu Wu saw the burnt look on Wu Yong's face and said proudly: Yes, yes... I'll take you down like this! You're a physical practitioner, so you can only use your skills when you get close. I'm hanging on to you from afar.

It’s safest to exhaust your true energy.

He dared to go on stage because of the pair of cloud shadow boots under his feet. Wu Yong's punch was indeed extremely powerful, but he had to get close. With the cloud shadow boots, Xu Wu not only thought that he could be faster than Wu Yong.

, even the mana consumption is not large, doesn’t that give you the upper hand?

Of course, Xu Wu also knew that this plan was also aimed at Wu Yong at this stage. After replacing Wu Yong with advanced cultivation and being able to wield a sword, the position was reversed. He had to get close to Wu Yong to avoid being flown away.

The sword travels around and strikes.

While their thoughts were wandering, their hands and legs kept moving.

Seeing that they were fighting back and forth, Wu Yong almost reached Xu Wu several times, but Xu Wu barely escaped. The disciples on both sides were extremely excited, and their shouts became more and more enthusiastic.

Especially the disciples of Wuxuanguan, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xu Wu has the upper hand.

Many of them had previously thought that Xu Wu was good at making opinions and would not be able to please him if he came on stage. How could they have known that he came prepared and actually suppressed Wu Yong?

On the other hand, the Emei disciples, compared with the united efforts before, now all of them can't hide their worries, their hearts are running along with Wu Lao, and they are making a lot of noise, and the cheers are much quieter.

Wu Yong was led by the nose, and every time he was about to meet Xu Wu, he "missed it". After a few back and forth, his legs were swollen and his heart felt aggrieved. Moreover, because he had to mobilize his blood energy and activate the light of the small sword, the whole

People are really exhausted.

In the past, due to the need to temper blood energy and warm up the true energy, his time and energy were limited, so he did not learn the offensive spells in "Yu Yi Fu Ben Sutra" and "Jie Lin Shen Zhuang Method", but only learned a few

The door is similar to several daily practical spells such as spark, water summoning, and bright light. But now I really regret it.

He hesitated in his heart: How about... trying to activate this small sword with all his strength? But the teacher just said that this is...

"Little uncle!"

Loud shouts led by Chai Kunpeng sounded outside the stadium again, but they saw Wu Yong stopping where he was. They were afraid that he would get discouraged and give up, so they regrouped and cheered.

"Forget it! If you don't need it now, when will you wait?" Wu Yong gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, chanted the incantation, and continuously introduced the magic power into it.

The sword became brighter and brighter, emitting an unprecedented dazzling golden light.

Xu Wu, who was opposite him, looked shocked and couldn't help but take a step back, thinking: Is this a desperate move?

He also adjusted his energy and was ready to dodge at any time, but he had no intention of fighting Wu Yong's blow head-on.

All the disciples held their breath, and each one of them opened their eyes and did not dare to breathe out.

Wu used his conscious magic power to cross into Qiqiba, shouted loudly, and threw it hard!

The sword blade made a whining sound, but the expected sword light did not come out, but instead made a clicking sound——

Sword body...
Chapter completed!