Chapter 112: Defeat the enemy

Sure enough, after Mu Yu entered, no one stopped him, the figures inside the soul hall shuttled, and everyone wore the same gray robe as him.
"The competition has begun. Let's hurry up. Although we are not good enough, it is also fun to see."
"This first place not only has a generous reward, but also can marry an ancient princess as a wife and envy the dead."
The voices of several soul palace disciples passed into Mu Yu's ears.
"Ancient Princess? Isn't that Xuner?"
Mu Yu made up his mind and kept up with those disciples.
After a while, Mu Yu came to an empty place, and at this time it was surrounded by hundreds of disciples of the soul palace.
The shout was like a mountain tsunami, deafening.
At this time on the contest stage, there were already two soul palace disciples competing against each other.
The difference in strength between the two was obvious, but only a few tricks, the lean disciple kicked the other disciple off the stage and spit.
"Unbearable!" The lean disciple said slightly disdainfully.
"Well, the gap between our ordinary disciples and Shijie is too great. Even Wang Ming at the end of Shijie is not something we can fight against."
"Who asked the main owner to give the best resources to Shijie every time, and Shijie will open such a big gap with us."
"Forget it, our ordinary disciples don't have to go anymore. This time the reward of the ancient princess will certainly not escape Shijie's palm."
Off the stage, all ordinary disciples shook their heads and sighed. In the face of the powerful Ten Masters, they couldn't resist it.
"A bunch of waste, none of which is enough for me to fight."
Seeing the weak disciples on the stage, the lean disciple Wang Ming looked extremely proud in his eyes.
"On this strength, how dare you be so arrogant!"
At this time a young and strange voice came from the audience.
All the disciples heard the news.
I saw a young man who was only about sixteen years old, and was slowly walking towards Biwutai.
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The disciples in the audience unconsciously gave way to him.
"There is still no fear of death, so hurry up and see how I can beat you down within three strokes."
Wang Ming on the stage, holding his chest with both hands, his face was still disdainful.
"No three moves are needed." Mu Yu smiled softly, "Maybe only one move is needed."
"You still have a sense of self-knowledge." Wang Ming could not help but sneer, and then said: "Forget it, for the sake of brothers, I will let you take the shot first, lest you have no chance to shot."
"Thank you so much."
Mu Yu's body suddenly flashed in place, and the next moment appeared in front of Wang Ming.
Wang Ming was shocked. Just before raising his hand to block, Mu Yu's palm had fallen on Wang Ming's chest.
With a strong inner strength, this palm directly flew Wang Ming out of the contest.
"Wow!"
Wang Ming vomited blood and looked resentfully at Mu Yu on the stage, but was unable to stand up again.
I didn't expect to be careless.
Wang Ming was extremely ashamed at the moment.
There was an uproar around, and Wang Ming, one of the top ten, was unexpectedly defeated by a silent disciple.
And still lost.
This subverted the invincible idea in their hearts.
All ordinary disciples looked at Mu Yu at this time, their eyes were full of "color" of worship.
Many of their disciples have been tragically mistreated and abused by Shi Jiefei.
At this moment Mu Yu helped all of them get angry.
Not only did they hit Shi Jie's proud face fiercely, but also gave them confidence to defeat Shi Jie.
"You're nothing more than a sneak attack. What's so arrogant."