Chapter 145 The victory and defeat are already divided
After everyone came out, they were each teleported to a yard to cultivate.
Two days were too short, and Yu Shu didn't dare to delay her cultivation at all.
She wants to seize the time to restore her deficient spiritual power.
Two days passed quickly, and a one-on-one list also appeared.
The person who fought Yu Shu was called Mao Tu.
While Yu Shu was concentrating on her practice, Ji Jue was not idle.
He quietly slipped out of the soul-catching ring and found out the details of the remaining contestants.
When Ji Jue saw the name of Yu Shu's opponent, a fat man naturally appeared in his mind.
He vaguely remembered that fat man was a personal cultivation, and his practice seemed to be a boxing technique.
When Yu Shu saw this name, she hadn't thought about it for a few seconds. She suddenly shone brightly on her waist. The next second, she disappeared into the yard.
Yu Shu was in a daze for a moment, she stood still, raised her head and glanced around.
This place has the same effect as the previous black space, and it is both an illusory space.
Yu Shu looked at the place where she was standing, which was a ring.
Suddenly, her ears moved slightly, and she looked up in response, and suddenly she found a fat man in a strong outfit standing opposite her.
The fat man was big and round, and he was almost as strong as the two Yu Shus.
Yu Shu was slightly stunned for a moment, and soon she realized that this person should be her opponent.
Outside the ring, several figures in white shirts appeared.
Those are disciples of Wanfo Sect, and they are here to be judges, judging by their attitude.
A disciple with a baby face stood aside, and on the right was a small gong.
He walked forward a few steps, turned over and jumped to the stage, with a stern face, and a solemn expression.
"The rules of the competition, whoever falls out of the ring first will be considered a loss; if this competition is reached, it will be automatically judged as a loss if there is any violation."
The baby face turned over after saying that.
He walked slowly to the gong, then picked up the drum stick, "Now the competition, start!"
Then a clear sound of the gong rang out.
Yu Shu looked at the fat monk opposite, clasped her fists and bowed, "Please give me advice."
The fat man just nodded and didn't reply, so Yu Shu didn't care.
She pulled out her Qingming sword, held the sword in one hand, looked at the fat man, and secretly estimated it in her heart.
The fat man's cultivation is a little lower than her. If he wants to fight, Yu Shu will be 80% sure of her, but she is afraid that this fat man will have some tricks.
Yu Shu looked at him with deep eyebrows and eyes, her black eyes flashing for a moment.
"Senior Brother Lang Dong?"
"I've met Senior Brother Lang Dong!"
There was a riot heard from the referee Shi Hu, and Yu Shu turned her head and looked over after hearing this.
Another disciple of Wanfo Sect wearing a white shirt came. Judging from his demeanor, he knew that his status was extraordinary.
Lang Dong nodded behind his back with his hands on his back and said softly, "No need to be polite."
Just as Yu Shu was distracted, Mao Tu on the opposite side suddenly rushed over.
Although Mao Tu was covered in flesh, his pace was very fast. He had a pair of iron tools on his forearms that looked like wrist guards.
He swung his arm and swung it towards Yu Shu.
Fortunately, Yu Shu reacted quickly. She took a step back, leaned back slightly, and Mao Tu's fist brushed in front of her nose.
The fist style he brought up blurred Yu Shu's face.
Yu Shu was secretly surprised for a moment, and she felt estimated in her heart, and quickly distanced the two of them.
She took a few steps back and stood by the ring, only one step away from falling off the ring, and if she was not careful, she would lose.
Yu Shu was not panicked at all, as if she was standing there on purpose.
She looked at the fat man leisurely, raised her mouth, raised her eyebrows slightly, then turned her wrist and held the Qingming Sword and turned out a sword flower.
Yu Shu raised her left hand, stretched out a finger and hooked it at Mao Tu, and said casually, "Continue."
Not only Mao Tu on the opposite side was stunned, but the disciples of Wanfo Sect on the referee's seat were stunned for a few seconds.
Mao Tu pursed her lips, but still said nothing, but her expression became more serious.
His feet moved slightly, and his lower plate was pierced more steadily. His fists were clenched, and the iron tool on his forearm was shining with bright light.
Then he bumped into Yu Shu.
Yu Shu narrowed her eyes, held the Qingming Sword's hand tightened suddenly, and raised the sword to meet her.
The Qingming Sword's sword technique is flexible and changeable. When it faces Mao Tu's steel fist, it instantly turns into a soft long snake, and it is wrapped around it.
Use force to fight the force and firmly control the hair picture.
The two of them fought dozens of moves, and the temperature around them became warmer because of the two of them.
Yu Shu looked at Maotu, and there was a dark light in her eyes. The boxing technique she practiced by Maotu was strong and powerful, clean and neat, and was full of vigorous power between the restraint and release.
This kind of strong fist must be lacking in flexibility. Although the Maotu is already fast, it cannot completely get rid of this shortcoming.
This will be revealed once he exerts all his strength.
Yu Shu's eyebrows flashed for a moment, and suddenly lifted the Qingming Sword from bottom to top, and slashed towards Maotu.
Mao Tu's face was shaking horizontally, and her arms crossed to her chest.
The blade hit the iron wrist guard and suddenly made a powerful muffled sound, and the Qingming Sword's body was shaken.
Lang Dong, who was standing beside him, looked quietly behind his back, and in fact he was watching the competition specifically.
That day, Emperor Zun followed the female cultivator. He was naturally curious and wanted to see how this female cultivator was doing.
He looked at the two people who seemed to be fighting fiercely in the ring ahead, and he already had a difference of victory or defeat.
Yu Shu and Mao Tu on the stage seemed to have fought back and forth, but when they looked closely, Yu Shu's feet had not moved at all since the two fought, but Mao Tu shook back and forth, trying to break through Yu Shu.
Lang Dong was thinking that the situation of the two people on the stage suddenly began to reverse.
Mao Tu failed to make a breakthrough, and sweat began to whirlwind on both sides of his cheeks. He was a little anxious and raised his spiritual power to another level.
His subordinates did not control their strength, so they pulled their arms away and swung them towards Yu Shu.
A gust of wind was brought up, and the wind kept whistling.
Yu Shu looked at the big fist of the bun, her mouth couldn't stop hooking, and then her feet suddenly began to move.
Her steps changed, her body moved to the side, revealing the boundary of the arena behind her.
Mao Tu's fist fell empty, and his body couldn't stop falling forward, his face full of horror.
He couldn't help but staggered forward several steps. When he was about to fall out of the ring, he actually stopped by the side with his amazing will.
Mao Tu was gasping for breath, his face turned slightly pale, and his eyes were filled with glory for the remnant of the disaster.
"I'll go!" Yu Shu frowned and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.
Then he raised his eyes and looked at Mao Tu. A glimmer of light flashed across his eyes. He lifted the Qingming Sword in his hand, flipped his wrist veins and waved a sword while taking advantage of the situation.
Ling Ran's sword energy swung towards Mao Tu like a wall.
With the Qingming Sword, the winner will be the result.
Mao Tu's fat body was swept up by the sword energy and threw it high, like a kite with a broken string. It swung with the sword energy for a while in the air before it was smashed heavily.
Yu Shu glanced at Mao Tu on the ground, then turned around and looked at the disciple of Wanfo Sect sitting aside, and announced lightly, "I won."
The baby face was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, picked up the drumstick and beat the gong, and sang loudly at the top of his throat.
"The competition is over, winner, Yu Shu!!"
When Lang Dong heard the sound of the gong, he withdrew his gaze looking at Yu Shu, and turned to look at the furnace with incense on the side.
It was not until half an incense stick came, and it was the end of the situation when the two had no disparity in strength.
Lang Dong's eyes were filled with thoughts. He looked up at Yu Shu. It seemed that this female cultivator was really having something.
Lang Dong exhaled, and just as he was about to leave, suddenly another person came into the space. This chapter has been completed!