Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Under Tong Chenggui's eager gaze, Fu Ling'er waved his hand and with a flash of white light, he withdrew the Meteor God Sword and faced Tong Chenggui with his bare hands.

"You don't have any weapons. To be fair, I don't use weapons either. Come on, let's see what's true."

Are you looking down on me? Okay, now let me know what real strength is.

The next moment, the two were fighting together again, so fast that only two shadows could be seen, and only the dull sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard.

In the stands, anyone with a bit of discernment would have already noticed something was wrong with the man on the stage.

"Dad, there is definitely something wrong with that man? I can guarantee that he is definitely not a cultivator in the Xuanxian or Golden Immortal Realm. I estimate that his strength is already that of an Immortal Lord." Yuchilin stared at the man on the stage and asked Mr. Yuchi .

"I can see," Mr. Yuchi said coldly. At this moment, he also frowned, secretly cursing how the city lord's mansion was doing things? That person on the stage was blatantly taking advantage of the situation.

"Why did this person pretend to be someone else and go on stage to challenge, and he also went to the ring with Ling Yatou? Dad, do you think anyone knows Ling Yatou's identity?"

"Shut up, what are you talking about?" Mr. Yuchi glared at his son, and then glanced around. Is this something that can be said in this situation? Didn’t you see anyone listening with their ears raised?

Yu Chilin pursed his lips, it was his fault. But what should Ling Yatou do now? They couldn't go up and forcefully stop the competition. Not to mention whether it is in compliance with the rules or not, the protective formation cannot be broken easily.

"Dad, what should we do now? I'm afraid that Ling Yatou is no match for him," Yu Chilin felt his heart rising as he looked at the two people glued to each other on the high platform.

"Father, grandpa, don't worry. Sister Ling is very powerful. If you look at it, that person will be blown away by Sister Ling's fist in a short time." Yuchi Yuanhao had the confidence to deal with Ling'er with fascination. After coming out, Sister Ling on the high platform remained calm and showed no signs of panic, indicating that Sister Ling was confident.

"It's just that you haven't seen clearly enough like Yuan Hao. Who is Ling Yatou? Keep an eye on it, let's wait and see what happens."

Sure enough, when everyone in the audience cheered for Fu Ling'er, as soon as Fu Ling'er's power of chaos came out, he felt like he was being beaten. The invisible power made Tong Chenggui feel fear in his heart. When he was forced to release his Immortal Lord Realm strength, Fu Ling'er seized the opportunity and punched Tong Chenggui in the chest.

Tong Chenggui's body immediately flew out until he hit the formation and was bounced back. Seeing that he was about to fall onto the competition platform, Fu Ling'er kicked him off the platform with a flying kick.

He hit the ground with a crash and couldn't get up for a long time. He felt that all the bones in his body were broken. He covered his chest and looked at Fu Ling'er on the high platform, his lips kept moving.

Fu Linger guessed that he was scolding her, so she gestured to Tong Chenggui, made a fist, stretched out her thumb, and turned her thumb downward.

Tong Chenggui's eyes widened suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then he fainted with a tilt of his head.

"Tch, with your little ability to withstand pressure, how dare you come to assassinate me? I'd better make you angry to death."

Fu Ling'er won another game, and the enthusiastic audience was excited again.

"Dad, Yuan Hao really guessed it right. This clever girl is really a blockbuster!"

"Since ancient times, heroes have been born from young men, and their younger generations are to be feared. You guys should learn from Ling Yatou and the others."

"Yes, grandpa, we will," Yuchi Yuanyao and Yuchi Yuanhui, who were sweating for Fu Ling'er, responded in unison. They were really nervous just now, but fortunately Miss Ling was very capable. .

The audience in the audience looked at the heroic woman on the high platform, many of them were fascinated and their hearts were beating fast.

"This woman came out of nowhere. She is so beautiful and amazing. She is my idol, right?"

"No, look at her. She knocked down almost all the attackers with just one punch. It made my blood boil. It was so satisfying. I really want to go up and fight."

"Yes, yes, this woman strikes cleanly and without mercy at all. You can tell she is a straightforward woman at first glance. I wonder if she has no Taoist companion? I want to get to know her."

"What? Do you have any ideas? I think you should forget it, so as not to make a joke. With you looking like a skinny monkey, will people like you? Don't be a toad and want to eat swan meat."

"That's right, you're ugly, but you think you're pretty. If you want to sleep with a handsome young man like me, you'd better go to the other side."

"Hey, what kind of good thing do you think you are, a bamboo pole," a contemptuous voice sounded,

"Why don't you take a look at who the young master is on stage No. 6? Are you half as handsome? Half as handsome? Or are you half as strong as him? Wake up, that's what we call a man, a talent, and a woman. They are a match made in heaven, so don't I am becoming delusional, really, day by day.”

As soon as his words came out, the people around him fell silent. Unconvinced, he stared at Wan Qiyuan on stage six with unkind eyes.

What's wrong with this kid? It's amazing.

At this time, Wan Qiyuan was knocking one person away with his fist, and he had another Ultra. Then he calmly asked the host to announce the next person to take the stage.

"Have you seen that Taoist monks all use the same method? It's fast, accurate and ruthless. How many of you can do it?"

This time there was no trace of dissatisfaction in my heart. Did you succeed in defending without seeing anyone win two more games?

Successfully defending the ring in less than two hours, who can do this? Since the century-old competition, there has been no such record. Isn't this a perversion? Why don't you convince them?

The key is that the two Taoist couples are equally powerful and equally perverted.

Fu Ling'er finished the hundred rounds first and successfully got the sign. She thanked the host and walked off the stage amidst warm applause from the audience.

Back in the stands, the Yuchi family congratulated him again.

Yuchi Yuanhao chattered around Fu Ling'er and recounted his impressions. From time to time, he also gestured to Fu Ling'er's previous exciting moves, with an excited expression like a die-hard fan.

"Okay, stop blabbing, we've been fighting for two hours, let the girl take a rest," Mr. Yuchi interrupted Yuchi Yuanhao's chatter in time. Turning to Fu Ling'er, he asked with concern,

"Ling girl, sit down quickly, are you hurt?"

"No, Grandpa Yuchi, I'm fine. I like this kind of competition. Not only can I train people, but I can also learn some experience from others. Even if I get hurt, it's worth it."

"Hahaha, you girl, you are right," Mr. Yuchi felt relieved when he saw her responding easily and knowing that she was fine.

"Look, Brother Wanqi is here too. Oh! That's great. Brother Wanqi has also won a hundred games. Now let's see if anyone dares to ridicule you.

Brother Wanqi, sit down quickly. Are you tired? Is it hot? I'll give you a fan, come here, have a drink of water," Yuchi Yuanhao waved to Wan Qiyuan who was approaching. He quickly gave up his seat and leaned in front of Wan Qiyuan to care about this and that. That was called attentiveness.

Is this... becoming a die-hard fan of Wan Qiyuan again? Is it too fast to be fickle?