Putting the trophy into his treasure ring, Bai Yuyu took out the teleportation jade slip and crushed it into pieces. After a burst of soft golden light, he instantly disappeared from the arena. The next moment, he was outside the arena.
"Brother Yu."
The moment Bai Yuyu appeared outside the court, Ning Yuyan saw his embarrassed appearance, and her heart was full of worry. So she didn't think much about it, but rushed out, hugging his arm tightly, her eyes filled with worry.
She looked him up and down with concern.
"I'm fine, it's just that the consumption is a bit heavy."
After embarrassingly pushing Ning Yuyan's hands away, Bai Yuyu slowly told her situation, causing the latter's heart to slowly drop.
"That's good, Brother Yu is fine."
Ning Yuyan patted her heart gently with her small hands and kept murmuring. As for whether Bai Yuyu won or lost, she had no intention of asking.
Whether she cares or not doesn't mean that others don't care about the outcome of this competition. For example, the tens of thousands of monks watching the fun are very curious.
"This blue-haired boy came out, and he looks very embarrassed. He must have lost!"
A young monk gloated and speculated that he and Bai Yuyu were not much different in age and could not see others being much better than him, so he had always been jealous of Bai Yuyu.
"Hey, it's a pity. Although this boy is a genius and has the strength of the Emperor's Realm at a young age, he is still too young. If we give him a few years, maybe he will be the winner today."
"Ahem, but then again, he is still very good, a little stronger than when I was young."
The person who spoke was an old monk. He had a look of regret on his face and pinched his little goatee from time to time. He really had the demeanor of an outsider.
But when he finished saying this, several people who knew him standing around him couldn't help but look at him with contempt, because this old man had only been in the realm of a king after spending decades.
"Sir, I hope you will reveal who wins and who loses in this game."
This was a thin young man. Instead of secretly guessing, thinking that it was a complete waste of brainpower, he directly asked the Emperor Realm power above the sky. After speaking, he looked at the arguing people around him with a proud look on his face.
Monk, he realized for the first time that he was so smart.
The powerful emperor nodded lightly, then waved his hand to remove the golden barrier he had put up, completely exposing the situation in the competition field to the eyes of the monks.
When the barrier disappeared, except for a few of the tens of thousands of monks present, all the others gasped, with a look of disbelief in their eyes, and then looked at Bai Yuyu on the edge of the competition field, a
His face became weird.
At this moment, the competition ground is full of pits and criss-crossing cracks. Some places are covered with frost and ice chips, and some places are as black as charcoal, with broken stones scattered here and there.
The scene was a mess.
These monks don't care much about this. What they really care about is Luo Jun's situation at this moment, who wins and who loses.
Their strength was not very weak. They glanced around the competition field and soon saw Luo Jun piled under the rubble.
Seeing his body that was split into two and as black as carbon, the tens of thousands of monks present couldn't help but shudder.
Especially the mountain of corpses in a certain rest room. While he was scared at the moment, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, he gave in in advance. Fortunately, he didn't provoke the little King of Hell. Otherwise, the person who turned into black coal at this moment might be
By myself.
"Good boy, this guy is young, but his skills are amazing, but I like him."
In the exclusive lounge of Qiankun Gate, the sloppy old man poured a sip of spirit wine into his mouth, and then laughed sinisterly, with a sleazy look on his face.
"Ahem, Bai Xiaoyou's methods are indeed a bit cruel, but this is also a last resort to defeat the opponent. Well, I like it too."
Chen Xuan on the side touched the cold sweat on his forehead, nodded slightly, and said rather embarrassedly.
"Tch, you old boy, you pretend to be a wise man every day, why are you showing your true colors?"
The sloppy old man was still pouring wine into his mouth. At the same time, he looked at Chen Xuan with contempt and joked.
"Hmph, Chen Yuan, you barbarian, are you going to coach me with me?"
Chen Xuan looked like he was blowing his beard and glaring. At this moment, he was no longer as indifferent as before, but looked a bit similar to that sloppy old man.
"It's my fault every time. You're only a few days older than me."
The sloppy old man, also known as Chen Yuan, poured wine into his mouth with a vermilion gourd and muttered from time to time, appearing very dissatisfied with Chen Xuan using his brother's identity to suppress him.
Bai Yuyu, who was outside the contest, announced that he was the winner and told him to come and receive the reward tomorrow. Then he and Ning Yuyan walked into the Qiankun Gate's lounge.
Seeing that the atmosphere between Chen Xuan and Chen Yuan was not right, he didn't pay much attention to it. He casually exchanged a few polite words with Chen Xuan and went back to his residence.
Bai Yuyu, who was exhausted, did not notice that the moment he walked out of the lounge, there were several figures among tens of thousands of monks, staring at him fiercely with astonishing murderous intent in their eyes.
As soon as he returned to his residence, he cleaned himself up, placed a few top-quality spiritual stones on the bed, sat cross-legged in them, and quickly entered a state of cultivation.
The practice lasted for an entire afternoon. At dusk, Bai Yuyu had recovered all the spiritual power in his Dantian, and was still improving, faintly touching the barrier of the Emperor Tianxing Peak.
And after his meridians were nourished by the spiritual power, there was no discomfort at all.
Opening his eyes, a ray of light flashed through Bai Yuyu's eyes. His whole body was full of energy at the moment, no longer as pale and weak as after the battle.
"A fierce battle is indeed the best way to improve your strength."
His eyes flickered, and he murmured secretly in his heart. He felt that his strength was growing too slowly, and he was wondering when to go out and fight more to improve his strength faster.
If his thoughts were known to the monks outside, I wonder if they would be ashamed to death.
It has only taken more than half a month from breaking through Huangtian to now, but now Bai Yuyu has made progress again and is about to enter the ranks of Huangtian One Star.
As for other monks, even some peerless geniuses, if they had no chance, they would not be able to practice as fast as Bai Yuyu.
Those monks whose qualifications are not very outstanding are even worse. If they are lucky enough to reach the Emperor Heaven Realm, it will be impossible to advance from the Emperor Heaven to the one-star peak in just one year or even several years.
What's more, you may not be able to make any progress in your life, and you can only be depressed and unhappy. When the time comes, your ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust, and you will disappear between heaven and earth.
Although I have the idea of looking for a fight, it is definitely not the right time to take action.
However, Bai Yuyu never really thought about going out for a fight, it was completely idle. He knew that there would be no shortage of fights on the path he chose.