Although Wu Yuanyuan has no extraordinary martial arts, she has powerful talent and magical powers and soon won the victory. Not far from the battlefield, a huge wooden board appeared from time to time, with a sign hanging on it, which read: Wu Yuanyuan, the Luoyue Palace.

When Wu Yuanyuan retreated, two disciples of the sect stepped into the battle platform. They were disciples of Xiheng Palace and Beixuan Palace. They were both powerful people at the sixth level of the transportation realm, with powerful blood and energy in their bodies. After stepping into the battle platform, a terrifying aura burst out.

The war was about to break out, but it soon began. A huge phantom appeared behind the disciples of Xiheng Palace. From a distance, it looked like a huge monkey, with a vast power and powerful pressure, rippling around.

"Talented magical powers. Strengthened." As the words fell, the disciple of Xiheng Palace slightly expanded and his veins arched slightly, just like green insects moving in his body, full of explosive power.

At the same time, he stepped out and punched the "Dragon Elephant Fighting in the Sky" suddenly, causing a violent explosion to sound in the void.

"Boom~" This punch was like a giant mountain, and a terrible aura burst out in the moment of impact. Then he saw the disciple of Beixuan Palace fly backwards, his body drew a long trajectory on the ground, and even his arms were slightly bent, blood flowing.

It can be seen how terrible the power of this punch is.

Fortunately, it was Zhenwu Hall here. The moment it landed, an old man stepped forward to check his injuries and took pills. He was quickly carried down. It was no big deal.

But it still puts a lot of pressure.

Ren Yixun stood under the battle stage, looking at a disciple who was in the battle, with a look of surprise in his eyes. Sixty percent of the disciples who went up had activated their natural magical powers, and thirty percent of them had used their blood and energy magical powers. These magical powers combined with martial arts and exerted their terrible powers on the battle stage, and their power was far greater than that of ordinary people.

It seems that having strong martial arts may not necessarily become a great power. You must use all your own advantages to be able to become a strong person. This is like a person who chops wood with an axe. Only those who understand their own advantages can split the wood faster.

People who do not know their own advantages and only know how to use brute force will be even more difficult.

As time goes by, the battle stage gradually becomes increasingly fierce. It is now the turn of disciples from Huanglong Palace and Zizhu Palace. The next game is Ziyang Palace and Mushi Palace. The disciples sent by Mushi Palace this time are new inner disciples, and they are of the same rank as Ren Yixun, named Yu Hao.

At this time, Yu Hao seemed extremely nervous, his hands trembled slightly in his sleeves, and his eyes were full of solemn expressions.

"The clumping hand of the mountain." A violent shout sounded from the battle stage, and the disciples of the Zizhu Palace were as shaped like a charm and soon appeared in front of the disciples of the Huanglong Palace.

His palm spread out, swung it out, and slashed towards the man opposite.

This palm was filled with the power of collapse, and only a few sounds of bone breaking sounds were heard in the man's chest. Then the disciples of Huanglong Palace flew backwards like sandbags, drawing a long shadow in the void, carrying a ray of blood, bombarding the ground, twisting his body and showing a painful expression on his face.

Shortly after the disciples of Zizhu Palace went down, a wooden sign was hung. At this time, four signs were hung on the wooden board, namely: Wu Yuanyuan, Lu Bin, Lu Bin, Tang Wei, Nancheng Palace, and Yang Dan, Zizhu Palace.

Next, we will squeeze out a quota in Ziyang Palace and Mushi Palace to enter the next round of quota dispute.

Yu Hao looked at the battle platform, took a deep breath, and walked towards the battle platform. However, as soon as Yu Hao stepped into the battle platform, he ushered in many ridiculous gazes, especially the disciples of Ziyang Palace, who laughed out loud and did not give any face.

It was not until the elder on the battlefield snorted coldly that he stopped.

At this time, Yu Hao had already lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his face turned slightly red. The disciples who could become inner sects are all proud people and never felt that they were worse than others. However, since he came to the Mushi Palace, he has been often ridiculed by others, and he seemed both wronged and embarrassed.

His heart was also under great pressure, his eyes were slightly red, and he felt a huge humiliation.

"Hey. Your disciples from Mushi Palace are about to come out again. I haven't gotten a quota every time. I think, you'd better go down! Don't embarrass you anymore. I'm kind-hearted. Look at you,... I'm almost crying, forget it. I won't bully you, just be gentle." The disciple from Ziyang Palace looked at Yu Hao, with a smug smile on his face.

"Mushi Palace, Yu Hao." Yu Hao heard this, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, his eyes were red, and his arms trembled slightly due to humiliation. The man's ridicule gradually affected Yu Hao, causing Yu Hao to fall into anger. The people in Ziyang Palace are really too bullying. They usually meet on the road and are sarcastic and sarcastic. Now they are bullying, making him vaguely fall on the brink of a rampage.

My heart was even more confused.

"Oh. This competition is going to be dangerous. Even the mood is broken." Ren Yixun looked at Yu Hao on the stage, shook his head slightly, his eyes full of helplessness.

Although this is an obvious method of provocation, in the face of many ridicule and pressure, you will always lose your calmness and be blinded by anger. Yu Hao stepped out suddenly, and his blood and energy turned into an angry fist at this moment, and he rushed towards the man opposite, looking disorganized.

The man's mouth raised, and a cunning look appeared in his eyes. Then his footsteps suddenly stepped out and rushed towards Yu Hao who was rushing towards him. Yu Hao was touched by the man and touched the scale. At this moment, he just wanted to knock the man to the ground, but he didn't expect that all this was the man's intentional arrangement.

"Down!" The man's fist claws and his surging blood spread around like a spring water that opened the gate, sending a fierce attack towards Yu Hao.

Yu Hao was first punched by the man twice, and then woke up from his anger. But when he woke up, he felt a huge aura shrouding him in it. Then a huge fist, with a vast power, hit the door in front of him.

This punch was unavoidable, and then it was swept out of the battle stand by the powerful fist, becoming a laughing stock in the mouths of everyone.

"You... bastard." Yu Hao sat up from the ground, feeling extremely sad and bent, and was about to rush to the battlefield and fight against him. However, the ridicule from all directions made him stand on the spot, and then he turned his head unwillingly and walked quickly towards the team.

When the man proudly stepped off the stage, the first round of the quota appeared, and they were: Wu Yuanyuan, Lu Bin, Tang Wei, Nancheng Palace, Yang Dan, and Wei Quan, Ziyang Palace.

With the birth of the first round of the competition, the second round of the competition began, but there was still no word "Mushi Palace"; when the last place of the competition, no disciples of Mushi Palace appeared on the battlefield.

Because in the sixth level of the transport realm, there are only two students in the Mushi Palace, and they were all defeated in the first round and lost the qualification to compete.

This time, Mushi Palace has still become a joke for everyone and is looked down upon again.

(End of this chapter)
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