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Wherever Chen Muyu would let him get closer, he pointed his fingers one after another to force You Sifang back.

You Sifang jumped all over the place with exquisite steps. Chen Muyu pointed at the place where the wind passed by, and all the bricks on the ground exploded.

At that scene, Wu Xiaobao from a distance was stunned.

This is more exciting than watching a movie!

"This kid has a lot of inner strength, doesn't he?"

You Songshan frowned, and saw Chen Muyu standing still, pointing coolly, forcing You Sifang to move around, not even touching the corner of his clothes, and his face was somewhat uneasy.

"Don't be too restless."

Mo Zaiyan whispered from the side, "This young man should rarely do anything with others. His fingering techniques are cool and unrestrained, but it is still a bit difficult to hurt everyone. After all, he is only in the Qi Refining Realm. No matter how strong your strength is, it can't withstand such consumption. The lack of combat experience is like this. It is reckless and undesirable."

"What Mr. Mo is saying is that your disciple is smart. You let the opponent consume his internal energy first. When the opponent's strength fails, the opponent will lose. The young man opposite is still too young."

The speaker was Ma Santong, the vice president of the Wushu Association. This man was quite discerning. Of course, he would not say good things about others in front of Mo Zaiyan.

Qian Jueming was blowing his beard and staring at him, "Hey, you can say whatever you want now, but don't slap me in the face for a while."

When it comes to yin and yang, Qian Jueming is an expert, but he is also worried that Chen Muyu's style of play is destined to lose. You know, inner strength is very slow to recover.

This guy is so shrewd, he shouldn't know this truth.

"call!"

He shot out more than a dozen fingers in succession, and although he was forced to swim in all directions, it was quite embarrassing. However, this guy was so good at Qinggong that it would be very difficult to hurt him.

Chen Muyu could also see that You Sifang only wandered around the periphery, occasionally trying to attack, and then retreating when he was forced, obviously wanting to consume his own internal strength.

After these few days of practice, Chen Muyu's internal energy has been strong to a certain extent, but it is not a bottomless pit. He can shoot twenty or thirty fingers at most. At this moment, he has actually consumed more than half of his internal energy.

The so-called virtuality is real, and the real is virtual.

Chen Muyu took a few deep breaths and tried to pretend that his breathing was smooth.

Seeing this scene, You Sifang's eyes lit up.

Boy, can't you hold on anymore?

He immediately swam around and stepped on his spring steps, approaching again.

Chen Muyu quickly raised his hand and counted his fingers.

You Sifang stepped back and evaded, and then looked at Chen Muyu. His body was trembling slightly. It seemed that he could no longer hold on and was reaching his limit.

Such exquisite fingering techniques, with more than twenty fingers in a row, are probably all that a kid who has just arrived at the Qi Refining Realm, no matter how deep his skills are.

"Haha, can we come again?"

You Sifang settled down and looked at Chen Muyu with a smile on his face.

That smile was full of mockery.

"snort!"

Chen Muyu raised his hand, as if he was out of strength, and pointed again. You Sifang subconsciously dodged sideways, but found that there was no reaction.

With this finger, he fired an empty gun.

"Haha, it turns out that's all you have."

You Sifang laughed, as if seeing victory.

Chen Muyu panicked and quickly clicked his fingers a few more times, as if his inner energy was exhausted and he could no longer use Taiyi Sword Fingers.

You Songshan, who was standing next to him, also burst out laughing. He thought Chen Muyu looked very funny.

Qian Jueming and Wu Xiaobao both covered their foreheads, a little embarrassed to look at it again.

Only Mo Zaiyan frowned slightly, as if something was wrong.

"Boy, after you've been cumming on me for so long, it's time for you to experience the magical power of my Qingshen Mountain."

You Sifang boldly took a step forward and walked sideways.

Using both palms, energy and blood surged all over his body, his muscles instantly swelled, his veins popped out, and his shirt was ripped open with several holes.

"Zhongyuan Divine Art, save all sentient beings!"

You Sifang shouted loudly, stamped his right foot, and the floor tiles were crushed to pieces. He jumped up, more than ten feet high in the air.

That aura is so macho.

How scary!

"Great Hands of Mercy?"

Qian Jueming exclaimed and stood up immediately, but was held back by You Songshan.

As agreed, no one else is allowed to help.

I saw You Sifang flipping around in the air, head down, and planting directly towards Chen Muyu. When he got close, he slapped Chen Muyu's shoulders with his palms.

The wind from the palm breaks through the air, causing the person's face to hurt.

"Lie down!"

Seeing that his palms were about to fall on Chen Muyu's shoulders, a sneer appeared on You Sifang's face. He was definitely seriously injured after receiving his palm.

If you still want 100 million, just lie in a wheelchair for a few months!

"ah?"

You Sifang's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly felt something bad. The clothes on Chen Muyu's body suddenly started to blow up without any wind, making a hunting sound, and suddenly there was a strong wind around him.

Chen Muyu, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly seemed to be a different person. He suddenly raised his head and looked at You Sifang who was falling above him.

"You have been fooled!"

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Chen Muyu's skills were running. The free energy within a range of more than thirty meters around him quickly gathered into his body. The internal energy he had previously consumed was replenished almost instantly, and it was even more powerful. Swinging, infinitely full.

At the same time, the expressions of everyone onlookers changed drastically.

Essence Gathering Realm, this kid has actually reached the fifth level Essence Gathering Realm?

You Songshan suddenly stood up. He had never expected that this boy Chen Muyu could actually hide his strength. His inner breath could stir the surrounding space. This was clearly a skill that only the fifth-level Jingjing realm could possess.

No wonder this kid has always been full of confidence. It turns out that this kid already has a chance to win.

If he had known earlier that this boy had reached the Jingjing Realm, You Songshan would not have been able to compete in today's competition.

You Songshan is about to play.

However, this time it was Qian Jueming's turn to catch him.

"The Overlord raises the cauldron!"

Before You Songshan could turn around and glare at Qian Jueming, he heard a low shout from the audience.

Chen Muyu stepped away from his horse and used a training move from the Overlord's Heart Sutra, slamming his palms upwards.

The internal energy of the whole body is outputted crazily toward both palms.

If Taiyi Jianzhi shoots bullets, then this time it is cannonballs.

You Sifang knew that he had fallen into the trap, but at this moment he could no longer withdraw his move and could only fight Chen Muyu with this palm.

"Bang!"

The two palms intersected, making a muffled sound, and rebounded with great force. You Sifang flew directly into the air, and landed more than ten meters away. He stumbled, and his back hit a horizontal bar on the sidelines before he came to a stop.

His body was shaky, and he knelt on one knee on the ground. His face turned red and he wanted to hold it back, but he couldn't. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Look up and look ahead.

Chen Muyu also took five or six steps back and stepped on a big rock on the sidelines to steady his body.