In addition to being amazed, everyone realized that this was Liang Yong suddenly turned into a hurricane and avoided Zhou Rui's attack. Zhou Rui was even more angry and hated, thinking that the cooked duck would fly like this.
The hurricane turned into Liang Yong slowly fell, and fell on the ring and turned into a humanoid figure. He was gasping for breath, and his back was burned by the flames just now. He seemed embarrassed. Obviously, Liang Yong did not realize that Zhou Rui had such ability just now, so he almost suffered a big loss.
Liang Yong showed a fierce look on his face and said, "You guys think you have a good fortune. If I had not practiced "The Wind Insertion" to the eighth level, the difficulty would have fallen to the ground now.
"The eighth level?!" Everyone in the audience exclaimed. Unexpectedly, someone could practice this martial arts to a point where they were almost perfect. If they could practice two levels, Liang Yong had already fully understood this martial arts.
Zhou Rui didn't care about these things, but hated that he was careless just now, but he didn't expect Liang Yong to have another move. If he hadn't forced Liang Yong out of his strength in such a situation, he might have suffered a great loss. Then he thought, although Zhou Rui did not completely hurt Liang Yong, he looked at Liang Yong's condition at this moment, and Zhou Rui had just punched his chest, and now his internal strength has almost been resolved.
Zhou Rui raised the sword in his hand and asked, "Don't you surrender yet?"
"Hmph, speak wildly!" Liang Yong shouted angrily: "I, Liang Yong, still need someone like you to teach you a lesson!"
The two of them started fighting on the ring again. Both of them used ordinary moves to write. Although Liang Yong had already learned the eighth level of "The Wind Induction Tribulation", the earth-level martial arts consumed a lot of internal energy. In addition, they had just learned and were not used to some of the mysteries. One move consumed a lot of internal energy. Now he no longer dared to use the earth-level martial arts to fight Zhou Rui. After all, even if he lost this game, he could still challenge. If he consumed all his internal energy here, it would be really worthless.
Zhou Rui became more and more courageous as he fought, and he had no reservations about his internal energy. At this moment, Liang Yong was at a disadvantage step by step and was no longer as loud as he just shouted.
After dozens of rounds, Zhou Rui sneered and slapped Liang Yong on the body and shook Liang Yong out of the field. Liang Yong flew into the crowd. Although he was still unwilling to accept it, there were naturally rules on the ring. After losing the game, he had to hide in the crowd in shame.
Zhou Rui raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone, I'm the first to win the 18th game ten consecutive victories. Thank you all." Hearing Zhou Rui's shouting, the people underground also heard warm applause, and bursts of cheers.
Zhou Rui was happy and slowly walked off the stage. As soon as he stepped down, a young and beautiful girl jumped onto the stage and said, "I am not talented, so I would like to give you advice."
Zhou Rui saw someone coming to the stage and looked at the other party subconsciously. It didn't matter when he saw it, but this glance made Zhou Rui's heart feel like a knife cut.
"Mu Xueqin!" Zhou Rui called this name in his heart. No one is more familiar with this girl than Zhou Rui. How could Zhou Rui not remember the eight great masters of Jianhe Mu family, the dignified eight great masters of the country?
"She is here, that means!" Sure enough, Zhou Rui looked around, and familiar figures stood in front of Zhou Rui. Finally, Zhou Rui's eyes stopped on Yin Ting, whom he had missed day and night. "You have become much more beautiful again after not seeing each other for a few years."
Zhou Rui wanted to say this, but none of these people could recognize Zhou Rui's appearance again. Zhou Rui was dead, and only this young man named Bai Rui was in front of them. Zhou Rui sighed lightly and looked at the group from afar.
Yin Ting shouted to Mu Xueqin on the stage: "Sister Xueqin, we have all advanced, and you, the one who sleeps in, have not advanced."
Mu Xueqin blinked and said embarrassedly: "Sister Ting, don't make fun of me anymore. You see, I will advance in less than half an hour."
Zhou Rui was also curious when he saw Mu Xueqin on the stage. In addition to his longing for an old friend, Zhou Rui also wanted to know how much these friends of the Dongjian Sect had improved in the past few years. Thinking of this, Zhou Rui did not rush to leave, but stood in the stage and carefully savored Mu Xueqin's moves.
While watching, Zhang Yuanyang suddenly slapped Zhou Rui on the shoulder and asked with a smile: "Junior brother, how are you?" Zhou Rui gently raised his thumb and looked proud. Zhang Yuanyang said: "It's not bad. I thought you were still on the ring. I want to come and see your performance now, but I didn't expect you to advance."
Zhou Rui looked up and said, "Mine is not necessarily good-looking. Maybe these people from the Dongjian Sect look better."
Zhang Yuanyang smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Look at him, you're interested in it?"