C666 Qing Yu's Hatred
C666 Qing Yu's Hatred
"This..." Elder Chu thought for a moment and said. "This subordinate is not sure. Perhaps he is showing weakness and hoping that our people will underestimate their enemy. This way, he can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He will kill our people and take revenge for the people of Liuyu City! Otherwise, how could he have survived that night?"
Peng Mingshang thought for a moment and his expression became even uglier. He basically confirmed Elder Chu's guess. He said in a low voice, "Elder Chu, tell the others that if they encounter Liu Duansheng, they should surrender on their own initiative. Keeping their lives is more important. If they encounter Lei Meng by drawing lots, let Lei Meng take care of him!"
"Yes! "Yes! First Young Master is still the wisest. With Lei Meng's means, taking care of a little brat is still a piece of cake!"
"Go!"
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Feng Yimo did not leave after that. Instead, he observed the competition quietly.
The warriors who could enter the second round were all the best. In the third round of the second round, Feng Yimo saw Lei Meng, a Xiantian warrior. His opponent had just come up and announced his name. He had destroyed that high-level Houtian warrior with a single punch. There was not even a corpse left!
Feng Yimo could clearly see that Lei Meng was using the Explosive Thunder Fist. When he swung his fist, Thunder Arcs flashed on his fist. It was incomparably powerful.
In addition, there were seven other strong Xiantian warriors. They had killed their opponents in one move. They were ruthless and merciless. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Liu Ruomei handed over the Feng Yimos that Feng Yimo had won the second time to him. With a flip of the number, it went from 2600 to 5200 Spirit Crystals. Liu Ruomei did not go back on her word and gave him 1000 Spirit Crystals. This way, Feng Yimo had 6200 Spirit Crystals.
The second round of the competition went on for two days. In the end, more than 1800 people entered the third round alive.
Because the competition could not be directly withdrawn. If they withdrew, their points would be zero. Every contestant could only brace themselves and proceed to the next round. If they encountered a Xiantian warrior, they would place their hopes on surrendering. Unfortunately, every Xiantian martial artist was cruel. They did not give the other party a chance to surrender and died in one move.
Therefore, the martial artists who entered the third round all secretly prayed that they would not encounter a Xiantian martial artist.
After the second round of the competition, Feng Yimo came to the drawing ball again. He looked at it and casually selected a martial artist from Crystal Jade City. Of course, he avoided Lei Meng and the other eight Xiantian martial artists.
Just as he was about to leave, Senior Sister Qing slowly appeared. She was still calm and aloof. She looked straight at the drawing ball. After a while, she selected a martial artist from Bafeng City.
Feng Yimo was secretly shocked. Today, he had watched Senior Sister Qing's match. Her opponent was a warrior from the Bafeng City. She had killed a warrior from the Bafeng City in an instant, and now she had chosen a warrior from the Bafeng City. It seemed that she was targeting the people from the Bafeng City!
Could it be that Qing Yu had a personal grudge with Bafeng City?
He shook his head and left with his hands behind his back. Not long after he left, Liu Ruomei appeared. She looked at Liu Duansheng doubtfully. Why did Liu Duansheng choose his opponent so quickly today? Could it be because there were fewer people?
If Liu Duansheng's opponent was still a warrior of Pengjia City in the third round, Then he must have some special way to see through the information in the drop of blood!
If that was the case, it would be too shocking!
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Returning to his room, Feng Yimo sat cross-legged and cultivated the Mixed Origin Arts. First, he was filled with innocence and energy. Along the repaired meridians, he circulated a large circulation and a large circulation. His speed was several times faster.
Just yesterday, after the powerful innate true qi was devoured by the devouring power, all the damaged meridians were repaired, and the circulation was naturally smooth. There was no feeling of resistance, and no longer pain. It made him want to cry out, but in the end, he held it in.
Although his meridians were repaired, his dantian was still broken, and he couldn't condense spirit energy. His sea of consciousness was still empty, and there wasn't a single Divine Sense in it.
However, the repair of his meridians allowed him to add another strand of dragon power, reaching the strength of four dragons. When he used it with all his strength, he would have a strength of two hundred thousand jin! If they were to clash head on, ordinary Xiantian martial artists would not be a match for them at all.
After trying to absorb the spirit energy inside the medicinal Spirit Crystal with the power of devouring, although there was no pain, the spirit energy entered the shattered spirit sea and dispersed. It could not be stored, but instead wasted the medicinal Spirit Crystal for nothing. He could only give up. "Looks like I have to find the Heaven Defying Pill." Feng Yimo muttered to himself.
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The next day, the third round of the competition began. The 1,823 surviving martial artists entered the third round. Because there was a single number, one of them was lucky enough to get a lucky draw. What made all the Houtian martial artists happy was that this person was actually a Xiantian martial artist. This way, one less person would die.
Before the competition, Feng Yimo had placed all the Spirit Crystals he had won on himself. After two rounds of competition, some people had already realized his strength. The compensation ratio had become one to two. He could only obtain half of the reward if he won.
Those Xiantian martial artists did not place their bets. They knew that it was a win, but who would be willing to place their bets? Even if the compensation ratio reached 100 to one, no one placed their bets on a Xiantian martial artist's opponent.
The third round, the first round, on the ring number one, Feng Yimo saw Qing Yu in red clothes. Her opponent was a middle-aged martial artist from Bafeng City. She looked handsome, but her expression was gloomy. After the two of them exchanged names, they immediately went to war. Every move she made was vicious.
Qing Yu's weapon was a willow leaf blade. Her blade was sharp and cold. She flew up and down, covering her opponent in the light of the blade.
However, that middle-aged martial artist was not easy to deal with. The long spear in his hand was like a tiger in the wind. The spear was like a flower as it collided with Qing Yu's willow leaf blade. Crisp clangs resounded throughout the ring.
Feng Yimo had cultivated the Blaze Spear Technique and had studied the spear technique. He could tell that the middle-aged martial artist's spear technique was extraordinary. If Qing Yu did not have a killing move, she would probably be defeated and die.
That Bafeng City martial artist knew that Qing Yu was specifically targeting the Bafeng City and would definitely not let Qing Yu leave the ring alive.
Dang!
The long spear was like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole, piercing the willow leaf blade and sending Qing Yu flying several feet. Who knew that the middle-aged martial artist did not retract the long spear in his hand, but instead, it whizzed! With a sound, it shot over, leaving the middle-aged martial artist's hands, stabbing towards Qing Yu's throat.
Qing Yu's expression suddenly changed, her feet firmly planted into the ground, her body straight back, the long spear flying over close to her nose. However, before Qing Yu could lie on the ground, the long spear fell vertically and heavily smashed onto her body, poof! She spat out a mouthful of blood!
The blood instantly dyed the white veil that she wore red. However, she agilely flipped over and rolled to the side, avoiding the second strike of the long spear.
Her feet stomped on the ground, and her entire body was pressed against the ground. She kept rolling and rolling. The saber in her hand seemed to have turned into a silver dragon. She slashed at the lower leg of the middle-aged martial artist, and the saber technique suddenly changed, turning into a saber lying on the ground.