Chapter 42

Chen Yu stood on the spot and suddenly felt a fierce and hostile gaze.

He immediately saw the ferocious man with the Yin-Yang hair. It was Hu Yiba, who was ranked fourth in the previous competition.

At this moment.

Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, Yang Fan, and the rest were in the 'evil circle'. Many disciples were afraid and did not dare to approach them.

Wang Lingyun was a member of this circle.

Seeing Wang Lingyun walking around the evil circle with a respectful expression, Chen Yu knew that he was up to no good.

As expected.

The few people in the evil circle looked at Chen Yu with unfriendly expressions.

Chen Yu did not care at all. Holding onto his number tag, he indifferently watched the fight on the stage.

Given his current level, he needed to see at least the battles of the top twenty in the outer sect.

After more than ten battles.

A handsome young man with long hair stepped onto the stage. The eyes of some female disciples lit up.

"It's Yuefeng!"

"He's the man of the moment in this competition!"

Yuefeng's handsome face and gentle temperament attracted many people's attention.

Especially some female disciples.

"This Yuefeng is really the 'perfect prince' of the outer sect."

"Hehe, that's right. He's handsome, approachable, and has a high cultivation level. I heard that he's the young master of a large family."

In the eyes of the female disciples, Yuefeng was perfect.

On the stage.

Yuefeng's opponent was a late-stage Meridian Soothing Realm black-faced young man. His strength could be ranked in the top twenty.

This battle was a little interesting.

"Begin."

The policeman waved his hand and the battle began.

"I want to see the strength of an outer sect genius."

The black-faced young man was unconvinced.

They were both in the late-stage Meridian Soothing Realm, but why was his opponent the man of the moment? Why was he favored by so many female disciples?

Wave-breaking Saber!

The black-faced young man waved the saber in his hand. An astonishing inner aura surged on the blade, creating layers of saber waves and gales.

Swoosh!

However, an afterimage flashed in front of him. The saber waves and gales missed.

The black-faced young man cursed in his heart.

The next moment.

Yuefeng moved to his side and spun a few more times, leaving behind an afterimage.

Puff!

The black-faced youth slashed a few times consecutively, but all of them hit empty air. His expression became even more unsightly.

Only after exchanging blows did he realize how much the other party's movement technique suppressed him.

Whoosh!

Amidst Yuefeng's graceful footwork, a palm print suddenly appeared in front of him, and a mysterious inner breath palm force surged forth.

Dang!

The black-faced youth barely managed to block it with his saber, but his body staggered. The opponent's miraculous palm force had dissipated the force of his saber.

"Come down."

Yuefeng suddenly smiled, and his other hand cut in.

"Clang!"

The black-faced youth's hands went numb, and the broadsword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Alright, alright!"

"Snatching a white blade with bare hands, truly brilliant!"

A burst of cheers came from below the stage. Some of the female disciples even screamed.

Yuefeng's move was too beautiful!

Even the three big shots of the Sect in the pavilion in the middle were surprised.

"This seedling has some potential."

Sect Master Yunyue said with a smile.

The white-haired elder and Senior Xia also nodded slightly.

This was the first time since the start of the war that someone had received the approval of the three big shots.

"You …"

The black-faced youth was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Thank you! Senior Brother, although your inner breath saber technique is powerful, you're still lacking in the use of your inner breath. "

Yuefeng smiled and cupped his fists.

He picked up the broadsword on the ground and handed it to the black-faced youth.

"Thank you for your guidance. I accept my defeat."

The black-faced youth was flattered.

Yuefeng was not arrogant, and he was approachable. He had received the unanimous approval of the seniors in the Sect.

"Tsk! Hypocrite … "

A harsh voice came from the 'circle of villains'.

The owner of the voice was Huang Yuan.

He disliked Yuefeng, especially after he had lost to Yuefeng.

However, he was soon drowned by the voices of the girls.

"This Yuefeng is a formidable opponent. I heard that he's best with the sword, but he didn't even draw his sword earlier. "

Hu Yiba said in a deep voice.

Hu Yiba's goal was to at least get into the top three.

If that was the case, Yuefeng would be a formidable opponent for him!

In the Outer Disciple Tournament, the First and Second Stages were divided into two stages, and the sparring would be carried out round after round.

"Duan Xiaolong is up."

A commotion broke out on Arena A.

A handsome man stepped onto the arena.

"Duan Xiaolong!"

Chen Yu sized him up. He had heard of this legendary figure in the outer sect.

Duan Xiaolong was in his twenties, but his face had the vicissitudes of life. His eyes were deep, and he had the aura of a mature man.

His appearance attracted the respectful gazes of the disciples.

"Senior Brother Duan, I should admit defeat. But it's an honor to be able to fight you. "

A mid-stage Meridian Illuminating youth had a nervous expression.

Iron Plow Fist!

With that, the young man circulated all of his power and punched out, bringing with it the sound of a thunderstorm.

Hmm?

Chen Yu realized that the youth was using the Iron Plow Fist that he was familiar with, and it seemed to be close to greater mastery.

The power of this attack was naturally extraordinary.

Chen Yu subconsciously put himself in the youth's shoes.

Iron Plow Fist!

The powerful punch went straight for Duan Xiaolong's face.

Duan Xiaolong did not move, and his face was expressionless. When the punch reached its limit, he moved!

Pa!

A rough and powerful hand grabbed the youth's wrist.

The youth's body trembled, and his body stiffened.

At the same time.

Chen Yu, who was below the arena, trembled. In that instant, he had put himself in the youth's shoes.

Duan Xiaolong's powerful grip seemed to have grabbed onto a snake's weak point.

Chen Yu's expression froze.

Even though his strength was greater, and his fist technique was stronger. But if his wrist was grabbed, how could he circulate his strength?

Duan Xiaolong's attack gave him a feeling of being extremely experienced, and simple.

"I admit defeat."

The youth's face turned red, and his wrist seemed to be clamped by an iron clamp, and he could not move.

Duan Xiaolong's first fight was simple and simple.

Below the arena, the disciples who wanted to compete for first and third place had a solemn expression.

"Not bad."

A faint laugh came from a youth holding a folding fan.

At this moment. Only the number one genius of the outer sect, Nangong Li, could give a casual evaluation.

It was a coincidence.

Not long after Duan Xiaolong went up, Nangong Li went up.

Contest Stage B.

Nangong Li held a folding fan, and opposite him was a cold youth holding a spear.

"Nangong Li versus Yang Fan."

Many expectant gazes gathered on Arena B.

Yang Fan held a silver spear, and his face was solemn. He knew that Nangong Li was very strong, but even if he lost his first fight, he could not lose too badly.

Wind Spear!

Yang Fan shook the silver spear in his hand, and a wave of spear shadows shot towards Nangong Li like a raging dragon.

The strength of the top ten in the outer sect was hard to pick on, whether it was power, speed, or timing.

"Yang Fan's strength is a bit stronger than when I fought him the other day."

Chen Yu thought.

He had fought with Yang Fan during the Outer Sect Exchange Meet, and at that time, they were evenly matched.

"Haha, not too weak."

Nangong Li held the folding fan in his hand, and spun it without dodging.

Pow!

The fan had a strong spinning force, and it hit Yang Fan's silver spear.

What!

Yang Fan's expression changed, and he felt that his silver spear was uncontrollably stabbing towards the ground.

"Don't even think about it! Swoosh — — "

Yang Fan's reaction wasn't slow, and he used this force to draw a deep cold arc of light on his silver spear, and it swept towards Nangong Li's lower body.

Good!

The crowd couldn't help but cheer. The top ten in the outer sect were definitely not easy to deal with.

"Hehe."

A playful laughter suddenly came from mid-air.

Swoosh!

Leaving an afterimage, Nangong Li soared into the air, and one of his feet stepped down.

That foot stepped on Yang Fan's silver spear.

Oh no!

Yang Fan only felt a strange soft force sticking to his spear shaft, but it was also extremely heavy, causing him to breathe heavily.

Bang!

In the next instant, Nangong Li jumped up along the silver spear, and kicked Yang Fan's shoulder.

"Bang!"

Yang Fan was sent flying by a shocking internal force, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the silver spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Nangong Li won!

While laughing and joking, Nangong Li's strength as the top genius had won everyone's admiration.

"Nangong Li's speed is even faster than Yuefeng. He was just playing just now."

Chen Yu was very accurate.

So far, only Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong were on the stage, and he couldn't see them clearly.

At a certain moment.

"Number 44 versus number 651."

On the second stage, the Law Enforcer shouted.

Huh? Number 44!

Chen Yu's head jumped. It was his turn to go on stage!

On the second stage.

Chen Yu went on stage and looked at a skinny young man opposite him.

The skinny young man was also in the mid-stage of the Meridian Illuminating Realm. He was circulating his internal force, preparing to attack.

"Chen Yu!"

"He's the guy who sponged off a woman and managed to woo Mu Xueqing?"

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd.

There were many jealous, disdainful, and hostile gazes.

"Xueqing?"

In the middle pavilion, Aunt Xia exclaimed softly.

"Junior Sister Xia, the Mu Xueqing mentioned by the crowd seems to be your disciple recently, right?"

Sect Master Yunyue smiled and said.

"Yes."

Aunt Xia nodded. Mu Xueqing was her disciple.

At this moment, she frowned slightly, and the young man in front of her seemed to have some conflict with her female disciple.

On the stage, the battle began!

Three-inch Fist!

The skinny young man on the other side attacked extremely quickly, and his internal force whistled between his fists. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Chen Yu.

Chen Yu was prepared to throw a punch.

However, he suddenly remembered that his kick had caused internal injuries to the short young man from the Iron Sword Sect.

And now, the skinny young man in the mid-stage of the Meridian Illuminating Realm was even more vulnerable.

Hmm … After all, they were from the same sect, so there was no need to be ruthless.

Thinking of this.

He changed to a fist and grabbed with his hand.

Pa!

Chen Yu grabbed his opponent's fist with one hand.

The skinny young man's expression changed. He felt that his opponent's palm was like the giant hand of the Buddha, and he couldn't move it at all.

"Up."

Chen Yu waved his hand and threw the young man out of the stage like a ball.

Because.

He remembered a rule. As long as he left the stage, his opponent would lose.

Plop! Bang bang!

The young man was like a sandbag. He was thrown out of the stage by Chen Yu, and a few disciples were hurt.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cursing.

"Ah!" Someone was knocked down and became a human cushion.

"Damn! A trapeze artist. "

"Why are they throwing people in the competition?"

Contest Stage B.

The two Enforcers were stunned for a moment, then they looked at Chen Yu with a strange look and announced his victory.