Chapter 1161: Thousand Silkworm Skills

But then again, what's the point of winning one or two games even if you can find an ideal opponent like them?
Can they block other challenges from the same door and win ten games in a row to become the champion?
Hehe, the possibility is obviously unlikely!
They don't even have the courage to face Baisong, and they want to win ten games in a row and advance to the next round. It feels ridiculous to think about it.
You must know that Baisong is not too famous among the inner sect, and his strength is not even as good as Di Feng, and even the kind of Di Feng is not the top figure in the inner sect.
From this, it is not difficult to imagine what challenges and pressures every inner disciple will face if he wants to become the master!
"Baisong, don't be too happy too early, they dare not challenge you, it doesn't mean we do not dare!"
"Hmph, just win two games so confident, I think you are too happy!"
The words full of sarcasm suddenly sounded, and several inner disciples stepped forward leisurely, staring coldly at the white cabbage on the ring with a look of disdain.
"Yeah! What did you say?" Baisong's face sank, and there were sharp bursts in his eyes.
Having just won two games in a row, he has already seen the hope of becoming the champion. Hearing the provocative words of the opponent at this time, he could not help being furious, his face almost dripping with gloom.
These two disciples are not unfamiliar to him, and they can even be said to be very familiar with him. He doesn't have a very good relationship with him on weekdays, but he has never played against him before.
It seems that this time the sect will be armed, the other party is going to take the initiative to challenge.
"Huang Hui, Tu Lang, you two are too full of words, are you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"
Bai Si screamed angrily, the cold light flashing between his eyebrows.
"Hehe, we may not be sure about others, but if you challenge you, there is still hope." Huang Hui shook his yellow robe and shook his head with a smile.
"What's so hopeful, I think it's just a grip, and the winning ticket is in your hand!" Tu Lang's face sank, his thick black eyebrows flicked, and the two copper bell-like eyes on the black face glowed like a beast. , It seems to be palpitating.
"Hahahaha! You are really arrogant, since you are so sure, then come up!"
Baisong waved his hand and shouted coldly.
"Junior Brother Tu, are you going first or me first?" Huang Hui, the disciple of Huangpao, frowned slightly and glanced at the disciple of Qingpao beside him.
"Whatever! It's the same for whoever goes first and whoever goes after. Anyway, the two of us will inevitably have a fight after a while!"
Tu Lang grinned, and he didn't care about this. The implication was very obvious. It seemed that Huang Hui would definitely be able to eliminate Bai Siong, and the next competition would be between them.
"Well, in this case, I'll do my part."
Obviously, Huang Hui didn't care much about these things either. He leaped into the ring with a flick of his figure, disregarding Bai Siong, his whole body quickly rose up, showing a tyrannical coercion.
Baisong was scorned by the two for a while, and his anger had already been suffocated. As soon as the other party came on stage, he took the initiative and launched an attack.
"Huang Hui, you will know my strength right away, and you will regret what I just said!"
Baisong's figure shook, and a group of white wind rushed out, his arms suddenly crossed, two dazzling white lights formed a "cross" shaped spiritual force rushing out.
Boom!
Huang Hui stepped heavily on his right foot, and the whole arena shook for a while, and at the same time, tyrannical force quickly poured into his right arm from bottom to top.
With this tremendous force, he shook his right arm and slammed out, accompanied by a bang, and a cloud of yellow light suddenly exploded in front of him, looking extremely dazzling!
The dull roar carried Dao Dao's spiritual power madly, shrouded half of the ring in it, and the tyrannical spiritual power fluctuations turned into a violent wind that swept away, which shocked many disciples.
"Hi! Huang Hui is stronger than Jing Tong!"
"I'm afraid I'm not sure about Baisong now, right?"
"It's hard to say, Bai Siong has won two games in a row!"
Many disciples who watched the game talked for a while, their eyes widened and watched the fight between the two sides.
I saw Baisong's figure swaying, and the white spiritual power lingering around his body instantly swayed out, and he could not help but wind around Huang Hui.
"Hi! What is this?"
"Baisong still has this ability?"
"What kind of exercise is this?"
Many spectators were shocked and shocked.
Prior to this, Baisong’s shots had always been dominated by fierceness and strength, but the methods displayed at this moment were completely different from the past. Those white spiritual powers swept out like a bunch of dense silk threads, coiling for a while. After that, Huang Hui was tightly bound, making him unable to break free!
"Unreasonable!"
Huang Hui was also an inner genius at any rate, so he couldn't help being furious when he saw this situation.
His face sank, his body's aura rose instantly, and a group of dazzling yellow light leaped up from his body, carrying a powerful force against the silky white spiritual power.
Boom... boom!
The dull roar kept sounding, and the white spiritual power that had tightly wrapped around him was abruptly expanded.
Huang Hui's heart was filled with joy, and he was about to sway out, but at the same time, the white Siong on the opposite side frantically swept his arms and launched a intensive attack.
Rumble!
Baisong yelled loudly, his arms screamed like a windmill, and white auras rushed like a torrential rain, making Huang Hui hard to look at the head and tail for a while, his face stiffened and shouted.
"Unreasonable! Baisong, is this your strength? Really despicable!"
"Huh! Isn't this what strength is? I didn't use magic weapons, is there a problem?"
Of course, Baisong disagrees, because this is a special family tradition he practiced, created for his special bloodline, called "Thousand Silkworm Gong".
Once he was entangled by the "silk thread" transformed by his spiritual power, it would be difficult to break free even at the same level in the Profound Realm, and as long as there was a short delay, he could take the opportunity to launch a fierce attack and completely defeat the opponent.
This is the fact, the words have not disappeared, Bai Siong's spiritual power skyrocketed, and his fists shot out.
At the same time, Huang Hui finally broke free from the entanglement of the white "silk thread" at any cost of his spiritual power.
Boom!
However, accompanied by a violent roar, two groups of white lights suddenly shot up, and involuntarily blasted on his chest.
The unpleasant spiritual fluctuations of the naked eyes suddenly dispersed, and directly volleyed him out of the ring.
"Ah...damn it! Unreasonable!"
Huang Hui's face was extremely ugly, and he was so angry that he cursed.
His strength was only shown in nine out of ten, and he hadn't fully displayed it, so he ended in embarrassing defeat. It made him furious and angry, wishing to rush into the ring and beat Bai Siong severely.
It's a pity that the rules are limited. Once he is eliminated from the ring, he will have no chance no matter how unwilling he is.
Seeing Huang Hui with an angry face, Bai Si stepped on the edge of the ring and laughed loudly!
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