Chapter 51

Yuefeng had the same thoughts as Hu Yiba. Since he could no longer fight for the top three, he might as well do Chen Yu a favor or make up for the guilt in his heart.

On the stage.

Nangong Li said leisurely, "Yuefeng, right? In terms of overall strength, you're not bad. I understand what you mean. You want to test my strength? "

Yuefeng was stunned. Nangong Li had exposed his intentions so directly.

That's right.

He had the same thoughts as Hu Yiba. He wanted to test the number one outer disciple. Hu Yiba had succeeded. Now it was his turn.

"Then as you wish."

Nangong Li's lips curled up, looking generous.

Cloud Treading Steps!

The broken sword in Yuefeng's hand was in sync with his movement technique. He was like an arc in the night sky as he dashed towards Nangong Li.

Swoosh!

Nangong Li's figure flashed, leaving behind a few afterimages as he exchanged a few blows with Yuefeng.

"What a brilliant movement technique!"

"Nangong Li's movement technique is slightly better than Yuefeng's."

The disciples widened their eyes.

This was the first time Yuefeng's Cloud Treading Steps had met a movement technique that was stronger than his.

Of course, Nangong Li's movement technique was only slightly better than his. If he fought steadily, it wouldn't be a fatal difference.

Yuangang Fan!

The fan in Nangong Li's hand suddenly created a gust of wind. The surrounding wind condensed into a ball under the strange force. Other than a deep whistle, there was no other noise.

Clang!

The strange force of the fan actually caused Yuefeng's sword to deviate, immediately putting him at a disadvantage.

Le Feng gritted his teeth and pushed his movement technique and sword technique to the extreme, using all of his strength to resist. He didn't want to win, but he wanted to avoid making mistakes.

In an instant.

Yuefeng was suppressed for more than ten moves. His breathing became hurried and he was at a complete disadvantage.

Below the stage.

Chen Yu frowned as he observed the battle. Nangong Li's attacks were very casual, obviously not using his full strength.

"Brother Yu."

A gentle and familiar voice sounded in his ear.

Hmm?

Chen Yu's head jumped. He saw a beautiful young girl standing in front of him. Her hair was like a waterfall, and her face was as beautiful as the first snow. She was enough to stun anyone her age.

"Xueqing? What are you … "

Chen Yu was greatly surprised.

"Brother Yu, you've just fought a few battles in a row, so you must be exhausted. I'm afraid Yuefeng won't be able to hold on for long. Quickly take this high-grade 'Qi Recovery Pill'. "

A sparkling pill appeared in the young girl's hand. Her eyes were filled with anticipation.

"What exactly is this …"

Chen Yu felt a little strange, not understanding what was going on.

In his mind, the emotional imprint that originally belonged to Mu Xueqing had long faded bit by bit.

The path of martial arts, the peak of the Sect, was what he was looking forward to the most.

"Even if we're just ordinary friends, can't I help you?"

The girl smiled sweetly, as if recalling how dull Chen Yu used to be.

"Alright."

Chen Yu thought for a while and took the expensive high-grade 'Qi Recovery Pill'.

He suddenly thought that it was best not to expose his body's terrifying regenerative ability, in order to avoid more people's suspicions.

This Qi Recovery Pill could cover it up.

If it was just strength, he could say that he ate some kind of spiritual fruit that transformed his body and increased his strength.

Similar opportunities were not unheard of in the world of the Sect.

If his extraordinary strength, shocking regenerative ability, abnormal regenerative ability, and body technique genius were all exposed, then it would be hard to say.

At least before he became stronger, it was best not to expose it.

"Brother Yu, you have to fight to become an inner disciple …"

Mu Xueqing clenched her fists, as if she cared more than Chen Yu himself.

"En."

Chen Yu nodded and took the high-grade 'Qi Recovery Pill'.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, Chen Yu felt his heart tremble. A strange suction force came and instantly absorbed the pill.

Instantly.

A feeling of fullness spread throughout Chen Yu's body.

Almost in an instant, Chen Yu's body, with the help of the mysterious heart, absorbed all the pill's energy.

Chen Yu could feel that his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, especially his Internal Breath, had reached an unprecedented peak.

"Thank you, I will return it to you when I have time."

Chen Yu looked at Mu Xueqing again, and the girl's face instantly blushed, making her look even more beautiful.

This scene made Wang Lingyun, who was not far away, clench his teeth in jealousy.

He never thought that Chen Yu would not only be able to enter the top three, but also have the possibility of fighting for first place.

Yuefeng and Hu Yiba were actually willing to pave the way for him.

The former number one beauty of the outer sect, Mu Xueqing, personally gave him a precious Qi Recovery Pill.

If!

If he could get first place, then wouldn't he have rewards, beauties, status … everything would be at his fingertips!

In the corner of the mountain.

"Why do I feel so bitter and unwilling in my heart? Could it be that I have really fallen for this girl? "

The Seventh Princes murmured in his heart.

Looking at the beautiful girl with a shy face, at this moment, he had the desire to hug her and fulfill all his wishes.

But!

The girl's charming shy smile, such care, was for another person.

Suddenly.

The Seventh Princes's expression turned serious, and the careless expression on his face disappeared, as if he had made a decision.

At this moment.

The battle on the stage took a turn.

"Hehe … the warm-up is over. Since the start of the competition, you are the first person to be able to fight with me to this extent. "

Nangong Li's figure paused.

On the opposite side, Yuefeng's breathing was already rough, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The disciples below the stage were shocked. In such a short period of time, Nangong Li had easily forced Yuefeng to this extent.

Was this still a warm-up? Stretching his muscles and bones?

"I'm ready."

Nangong Li took a step forward, and slowly walked towards Yuefeng.

Yuefeng seemed to have realized something.

But as soon as he moved, he felt a strange and rapid drawn-out sound vibrate in his mind.

In an instant.

Yuefeng's body shook, and he almost lost his balance.

"Mental Mystic Art — Soul Intimidation."

Nangong Li's lips moved in a strange manner, making a drawn-out and rapid sound.

And when the aftermath of the sound fell into the ears of the disciples, they only felt uneasy, and their blood and qi were restless.

"This sound …"

Chen Yu suddenly remembered the situation when he was fighting against the Flooding Lake Three Evils.

Among them, the Three Evils had played a mysterious flute, and made strange sound waves, but it was not a simple sound wave attack.

It involved the mental domain.

And at this moment, Nangong Li did not use any tools, and the power of the Soul Intimidation sound was far stronger than the Three Evils.

Yuefeng only felt his mind tremble, and his mind was in chaos, and his mind was buzzing.

Pow!

Nangong Li waved the fan in his hand, and a gust of wind howled, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Yuefeng lost!

The crowd was dead silent, leaving behind a sea of shocked faces.

Nangong Li's mental mystic art was too strange, and impossible to defend against!

"With your strength, you can only complete half of my mental mystic art."

Nangong Li shook his head and said.

The disciples were in disbelief.

"Brother Chen, I've tried my best, and this is it."

Yuefeng smiled bitterly.

Facing Nangong Li, the top outer disciple genius, he was nothing.

Of course, it wasn't just his talent. Nangong Li's family was even more powerful, and he had an elder of the Sect behind him.

"Come, Chen Yu, let's see if you have the ability to complete the other half of my ability."

Nangong Li was calm after winning the battle.

"Alright!"

Chen Yu jumped onto the stage at a shocking speed.

"Brother Yu, be careful. The most important thing to deal with mental mystic arts is to guard your heart and fight with your own will."

Mu Xueqing reminded.

On the stage.

Chen Yu was accumulating his internal energy, and his heart was beating slowly, as if he was waiting for something.

"You're not going to fight? If I fully activate my mental mystic art, you might not have a chance … "

Nangong Li said casually.

"When you recover, you can win fair and square. I don't want to be the subject of gossip. "

Chen Yu said calmly.

Nangong Li: "…"

This was the first person who dared to be arrogant in front of him.

"Although Le Feng, Hu Yiba, and the others are kind enough to help me fight for first place, I want to rely on my own strength without any external interference."

Chen Yu said calmly.

Hearing that, some of the disciples were in awe. Some of the upper echelons of the Sect had approval on their faces.

Chen Yu's path of cultivation had always been one step at a time.

He wanted to be the same after winning first place.

"Well said! But you've also fought three battles, so we're even. "

Nangong Li smiled shamelessly and suddenly attacked.

Swoosh! Pow!

His body moved at a speed far faster than when he fought against Le Feng. The folding fan in his hand slapped out a gust of strong wind that condensed and condensed.

So fast!

The disciples could not see the trajectory of his figure.

"Nangong Li actually held back when he fought against me."

Yuefeng was stunned for a moment.

This Nangong Li was really unfathomable. He had no idea how much strength he had.

Cloud Soaring Steps!

Another figure leaped into the air like a leopard and dodged Nangong Li's attack.

Eh!

Nangong Li was surprised that his fan missed.

"Damn! This guy actually held back his speed. He's even faster than before. "

Cheng Yun's face was gloomy as if she had suffered a huge blow.

All the spectators were very excited as they stared at the confrontation between the two people on the stage.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The two figures on the stage exchanged a few rounds, but they were evenly matched. Thump!

Thump! Thump!

Chen Yu's heart beat faster. His body's speed had truly exploded.

"What kind of monster is this guy? In terms of speed, he's actually slightly faster than me. If it wasn't for my movement technique …"

Nangong Li was secretly shocked.

One must know that he practiced a high-rank movement technique that was superior to Cloud Soaring Steps.

Cloud Fiend Fist!

Suddenly, Chen Yu took a deep breath and punched out with his fist. As the strong wind whistled, a dark cloud of murderous aura faintly appeared.

Bronze Hand!

His arm was plated with a layer of bronze, and there were ancient bronze patterns on it. It was like an attack from the Buddha.

Yuangang Fan!

Nangong Li waved his fan, and the condensed gust of wind clashed with the dark cloud.

Boom!

The two clashed, and a shallow pit a few feet wide appeared on the stage. This was a rock that was harder than steel.

The two figures separated from each other. Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump!

Nangong Li held his fan and coughed a few times, then took a few steps back.

Chen Yu took a step back, and his face was slightly red.

Many of the spectators held their breaths and stared at the two of them.

"Very good. You're the first person that can suppress me in a direct confrontation."

Nangong Li's face darkened.

"However, you'll have to face the full force of my mental technique."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Li strode towards Chen Yu.

"Mental Technique — Soul Intimidation!"

A drawn-out, ear-piercing sound reverberated in Chen Yu's mind, causing his mind to tremble.