Gao Wu: Letting you take pictures, you wholesale supernatural powers?

Song Qinghuan boarded the No. [-] ring.

Everyone's attention was immediately gathered.

The ring guard on the eighth ring, Du Yan, has a level A poisonous mist.

The toxicity of the fog is inversely proportional to the range.

The smaller the range, the greater the toxicity, the larger the range, the weaker the toxicity, and even only a slight paralysis effect.

But if the mental power is strong enough, his ability will definitely have a good effect on the battlefield.

The official rating for his ability is S rank.

Su Yu seriously considered that if he could obtain this ability, he could choose to stay.

He looked at Song Qinghuan, not very worried.

On the eighth ring, the poisonous mist instantly filled the entire ring.

The onlookers could no longer see what was going on in the arena.

Du Yan relied on the fog to block his vision and paralyze his opponents, and he had already defeated six challengers.

Because he was not sure how to deal with his ability, the No. [-] ring had not been challenged for a long time.

"Hey, it feels like Song Qinghuan chose the wrong challenger."

"Even Du Yan's people can't see clearly, even if she wants to be frozen, she can't be frozen."

"It's better to challenge the one next to you."

"By the way, is there anyone who can restrain Du Yan's ability? It's time to get ready to take action, right?"

"It won't be interesting to wait any longer."

Everyone knew that someone at the scene would definitely be able to decipher Du Yan's ability.

It's just that those who can crack it are waiting for everyone else to fail before going on stage to pick peaches.

Of course, how many people are waiting to pick peaches is anyone's guess.

Everyone is discussing.

On the arena, a fog suddenly dispersed.

I saw the place where Song Qinghuan was standing as the center.

The ring under her feet was covered with ice crystals bit by bit, and the fog was dispelled bit by bit.

"Fuck? Song Qinghuan's ability is not just frozen?"

"This nima is a domain-type ability, and its level is definitely higher than Du Yan's."

"Then how did Su Yu fight?!"

"Don't worry, it's not our turn to worry."

In the mist, Du Yan, who thought he was invincible, was also stunned.

He couldn't wait for Song Qinghuan to completely dispel the fog.

Relying on the transformation of the fog, he suddenly came out from behind Song Qinghuan.

The long sword pierced through the air and pointed directly at Song Qinghuan's head.

There is one of the most magical places in the arena of the Battle Hall.

When the life of the players in the ring is really in danger, it will automatically trigger the protection mechanism.

Just when Du Yan thought that his attack would directly succeed and trigger the protection mechanism of the War Hall.

With his back facing him, Song Qinghuan moved slightly to the left to avoid the sword with a slight gap.

In the next second, she took advantage of the situation and approached.

A white ice spear shot out, stabbing Du Yan's head instead.

Du Yan didn't dare to take it too seriously, and quickly backed away, submerged in the mist.

"Fuck, it's thrilling."

"Song Qinghuan is so calm! She really deserves to be Su Yu's girlfriend."

"I feel like this is something to watch!!!"

On the ring, the fog was still being dispelled by Song Qinghuan.

Du Yan knew that there were not many chances for him to launch a surprise attack by relying on the mist.

So, dare not have any hesitation.

He immediately mobilized his energy and blood, and began to attack frantically with his sword.

Suddenly left and right, suddenly up and down.

Surrounding Song Qinghuan, it seemed that there would be a fatal strike from any direction at any time.

Under this offensive.

For the first time, Song Qinghuan showed his martial arts obsession in front of everyone.

Du Yan's sword was deadly, but every time it was only a few centimeters away.

Stab, tease, chop, sweep...

His attacks became more and more frequent.

Song Qinghuan's figure became more and more ghostly.

At this moment, the spectators slowly reacted.

Su Yu's lost step, Song Qinghuan can also.

Facing Du Yan's attack, she kept dodging

With the consumption of Qi and blood, Du Yan's speed obviously slowed down.

Song Qinghuan started to fight back.

The spear stabs forward with precision, and there are ice picks attacking on the side.

On the stage, the situation changed instantly.

A cold light flashed in Song Qinghuan's blue eyes.

Seize the opportunity of Du Yan's unsteady pace due to slippery ground.

A shot to the heart.

Du Yan wanted to fight back, but suddenly another icicle shot at his eyes.

On the ground, there were also icicles emitting a chill that suddenly rose up.

A mortal situation.

Song Qinghuan's spear pierced Du Yan's chest, just as he was about to hit his heart.

A ray of colored light appeared on the ring, and Du Yan instantly appeared under the ring.

He clutched his chest, Wei Yikun appeared beside him to heal his wounds.

Song Qinghuan put away the spear, clasped his fists at him and said, "Student, I'm sorry."

Du Yan waved his hand: "It's okay, it's because I'm not as skilled as others."

Song Qinghuan successfully became the champion of the No. [-] ring.

So she glanced at everyone in the audience, as if saying that you can come up and challenge me.

Around Ring No. [-], no one stepped forward for a while.

Her abilities, her martial arts lost track, and her marksmanship.

Make everyone hesitate.

Even if he defeated her at this time, it would definitely be a tragic victory.

"So the two parents-in-law really have the strength of the top ten?" Someone murmured.

Seeing that no one was challenging her for the time being, Song Qinghuan turned her attention to the No. [-] ring.

At this moment, the atmosphere in Ring No. [-] was so weird that everyone was silent.

on the high platform.

Several admissions directors looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Is this the most outrageous scene in the group arena in the past few decades?" Deng Ji asked curiously.

It was Fan Senluo who answered her: "It's not just decades."

"Counting back 100 years, there has never been such a situation."

"Then shall we stop it?" Qian Yun asked with black lines all over his head.

Wang Chuandao smiled and said, "Why stop them? They didn't break the rules. I think that's pretty good."

A group of people were silent.

In all fairness, Su Yu's behavior was indeed very good.

However, this style of painting is outrageous!

This is a tense group arena, how did you kid do it like fortune-telling in a vegetable market?

Is there a banner saying "Su Banxian, don't ask for money" next to your table?

On stage one.

Lin Yan didn't know where to help Su Yu move the table and chairs.

Two chairs and a long table.

Su Yu sat on one side, with a black and white camera on the table.

Those geniuses who lined up came to the stage one by one in an orderly manner and waited for him to take pictures.

After taking the photo, they ran to Su Yu's side and waited.

After Su Yu pretended to twirl his fingers, he began to give them instructions on how to use their abilities and what direction to develop.

When the geniuses who had been pointed out by him jumped off the ring on their own initiative, they were called grateful.

There are still a few who insist on stuffing money and bank cards into Su Yu's arms.

A certain local tyrant once wanted to take off his space ring.

If Su Yu hadn't defeated magic with magic, the space ring worth hundreds of millions might have been worn on his hand.

A group of Tianjiao beamed with joy.

On the other side, those geniuses who had already exhausted their challenge qualifications were too late to regret it.

On the nearby arenas, Gao Xi and the others were also ready to move.