Chapter 150: Ling Yuyao on

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Ling Yuyao Enters
Wu Jing is defeated!
The defeat was so confused that everyone hadn't reacted yet. He had already rushed to the stage and ended the game by himself. However, there are only a handful of people who really understand what happened...
"What happened?" Ling Yuyao turned around, looked at Yang Chen curiously, and said incredulously: "That Wu Jing, why did he suddenly jump off the stage?"
"This is illusion."
Yang Chen's face was a little dignified, and he slowly said, "Asura Martial Soul, its initial ability is illusion, which makes people fall into it without knowing it... Wu Jing should be the first moment he saw that Martial Soul. Entered Mo Fan's illusion!"
Hearing this, everyone's face changed slightly.
Illusion?
It sounds pretty advanced.
Yang Chen pondered for a moment, and said, "However, this Mo Fan should be merciful, otherwise, with the illusion of Asura Martial Spirit, he can kill Wu Jing if he wants!"
Hearing this, everyone's expressions were slightly stagnant, and they could not speak.
This Mo Fan is really amazing!
It is really tricky to let Wu Jing defeat with one sword!
Luo Qingling hesitated and said, "Moreover, since this person has been able to cultivate a martial arts spirit, it means he must have reached the martial arts realm... His age is about the same as ours, but his cultivation base is already much higher than ours."
Speaking of this, Luo Qingling sighed and couldn't help but smile.
She thought that with their strength, she was already a leader in the Qingfeng Empire, but she didn't expect that there are people outside the world!
This time, Wu Jing is afraid that he will be hit hard!
...
In the audience, Wu Jing fell to the ground in a daze.
The clarity in his eyes gradually recovered, and when he reacted to what had happened, a sense of despair immediately filled his heart.
He lost! Lost thoroughly!
If the opponent didn't even release the sword, he was already defeated!
This makes Wu Jing somewhat unacceptable.
"Frightening evil swordsmanship, it's nothing more than that." Mo Fan walked over, smiled at Wu Jing, and said: "It's a pity, I really don't know how this kind of swordsmanship is called the empire's first swordsmanship? You are already defeated without even using the sword. It's really... rubbish!"
"what did you say!"
Hearing this, Wu Jing's eyes flushed with anger suddenly, and he was about to get up and beat him.
"Enough!" At this moment, there was a shout, and Wu Shanhe said quietly: "Wu Jing, you have already lost, come back quickly! Don't be embarrassed!"
Hearing this, Wu Jing was shocked.
Stand up slowly...
Without saying a word, he returned to the lounge like a walking dead.
Everyone didn't speak either, but looked at him silently, not knowing how to comfort him.
For a person who has a high self-esteem, he was suddenly hit by this, and any comfort would be hard to make up.
Yang Chen hesitated and walked over, but he didn't wait for him to speak...
Wu Jing suddenly raised his head and said with a serious expression:
"Yang Chen, if I tell you that I just slipped, do you believe it?"
Yang Chen's face remained as usual and said, "Of course I know that you slipped, otherwise with your strength, how could you not be able to beat him?"
Yang Chen smiled slightly.
Hearing this, Wu Jing's face immediately showed gratitude and said, "Thank you, Yang Chen."
"You're welcome." Yang Chen did not speak, turned around, and continued to watch the game.
The first game soon came to an end, and the disciple named Mo Fan also directly entered the top five.
In the second game, it was Ling Yuyao's turn to play.
The little girl looked very excited. When she left, she took Yang Chen's hand and said seriously: "Yang Chen, you must watch my game well after a while, do you know?"
"Don't worry, I will stare at you the whole time." Yang Chen smiled slightly.
Ling Yuyao blushed, and tweeted softly: "Who wants you to stare at me the whole time, but also to see your opponent... Okay, I won't tell you, I'm going to the game!"
After Ling Yuyao finished speaking, she stepped on her short legs and jumped onto the stage.
Yang Chen looked at her players for her.
Fortunately, they are all ordinary goods, there is nothing to worry about.
But the only thing that needs attention is that there is a big fat man on the left of Ling Yuyao, who is about twenty years old, but he is extremely fat, estimated to be two to three hundred catties, and his whole body is shaking like a hill.
And this fat man's cultivation base has reached the ninth level martial artist!
On the other hand, Ling Yuyao, after so many days of tempering, was only an eighth-level martial artist.
"If you win by speed, the squad leader may still have a chance." Yang Chen calculated in his heart.
And just as he calculated, the game had already begun.
All of them used their most powerful force to fight against each other. Such a big melee is not brainless, but also skillful!
Like at the beginning of the game, the weaker will naturally have a lower chance of winning than the strong, so at the beginning, the weaker need to unite and pick the strong first. After the partnership is finished, their winning rate will be much greater!
Sure enough, when the game started, the other eight people on the field immediately divided into two groups. One group concentrated all their attacks on Ling Yuyao, and the other group concentrated all on the big fat guy!
They all know that these two are the strongest on the field!
For a time, the whole stage was full of spiritual power and martial arts rippling.
I saw that Ling Yuyao was using a palm technique, and his hands were covered with a layer of red spiritual power. Between the waves, the girl's figure shook. This palm technique originally belonged to the extremely tough one, but in Ling Yuyao's hands, it was a little more tender and ornamental.
Under her grip, those players screamed screamingly one by one. Ling Yuyao shot them off and fell to the ground, completely disqualified from the competition!
After finishing all this, Ling Yuyao couldn't help but glanced at Yang Chen below the stage.
I saw that the other party was looking at him with a smile, as if he was complimenting him.
Seeing this scene, Ling Yuyao was extremely happy.
On the other hand...
The fat man's movements were even more simple and rude. When the attacks of other people fell on him, it was like hitting a sponge, without the slightest effect.
The fat man remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai!
Suddenly, he stretched out his hands and directly picked up the four players on the ground.
There was a muffled roar in his mouth, and then he waved his hands--
Those players were directly thrown off the stage by him.
Disqualified from the competition.
From beginning to end, the fat man didn't move, he looked very relaxed.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen's brows suddenly frowned, and a feeling of anxiety suddenly surged into his heart.
This fat guy doesn't seem to be that simple on the surface...