She took the Xiuxian cannon fodder script

Chapter 215 Chapter 214
Mo Yuheng entered the quicksand tower just in time to see many people inside.

Standing next to each other, there is a ring in the middle.

Keep cheering and cheering for the contestants in the middle.

"Come on, Zhang Ling, beat the opponent."

Mo Yuheng approached curiously, standing behind like a little transparent, without attracting anyone's attention.

The two people on the stage were playing happily, and the magic weapons in their hands collided with each other constantly, bursting out strong sparks.

After going through hundreds of tricks, they all retreated together.

Mo Yuheng cried out in surprise, seeing that the two brothers on the high platform were exactly the same, as if they were carved out of the same mold, and even their attacks were the same, it was inconceivable.

After careful observation, I found that something was wrong. One of them had a more human expression, while the other had an indifferent expression.

Obviously, the other party seems to be not human.

When Mo Yuheng first arrived, he didn't know what the seven floors of the tower were for.
Observing carefully, I saw that the spear in Zhang Ling's hand stabbed forward, hitting the opponent's chest and piercing through.

There was no blood flowing out, and the other party's expression did not change, and slowly his body turned into a stream of spiritual energy and poured into Zhang Ling's body.

I saw Zhang Ling's aura soared, and the acupoints were like stars, and there were densely shining lights on his body. One of the bright lights lit up, and then broke through many bright lights at once.

The spiritual energy in his body dissipated, and the other party woke up.

Many people below cheered: "Zhang Ling, Zhang Ling..."

Young Zhang Ling nodded, suddenly a step appeared in the air before his eyes, stepped on it and disappeared.

Everyone exclaimed instantly, envious and delighted.

"I come."

After speaking, a teenager's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to jump up and stand on the high platform.

A person exactly like him appeared in front of him, holding a copper gong in his hand, beating on it fiercely and bursting out to attack, fiercely attacking towards the opponent.

The same is true if both sides can attack with the same attack skills.

It's incredible.

Then, the boy kept beating drums on it, attacking and flying out one after another, attacking each other quickly and shivering.

Hundreds of moves broke out in fierce competition, but neither side won or lost.

Mo Yuheng finally figured out how to enter the second floor from the first floor, and went to the arena to compete and defeat the simulated characters in the quicksand tower.

In this way, not only can you know the flaws in your own attack, but you can also surpass yourself to defeat the opponent.

Even if you pass the 1st floor and enter the 2nd floor.

At this moment, a frenzy aroused in my heart, staring at the competition between the two sides.

It's a pity that the young man didn't have the talent of Zhang Ling before, and the last powerful attack collided with each other.

The body was dripping and exhausted, and he was hit and flew out without any energy left to fight.

He fell heavily on the wall of the quicksand tower, vomiting blood.

A few teenagers and girls around rushed forward to help heal.

Behind Mo Yuheng, a girl and a girl suddenly ran in, and they happened to be the two people he wanted to come in to stop.

He shouted loudly: "Smelly girl, where do I think you are going? Our Zhang family is everywhere here. If I let you take off a layer of skin today, I am not Zhang Yan."

The cloak in his hand suddenly floated upwards, and he stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the roll and attacked forward.

Mo Yuheng murmured inwardly that it was not good, there was a boy who was about to fly up to the competition.

Mo Yuheng didn't care about others and came to the ring first. A young man who was in distress was knocked into the ring by the barrier above.

Some of them stared blankly at the outsiders who suddenly appeared above.

Zhang Yan stomped her feet angrily: "Stinky girl, you really know how to run, you have the seeds."

Another young man next to him, Zhang Hai, stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "Fellow Daoist, isn't that a bit too much?"

"I'm too much. Everyone can come to this place. Isn't it too domineering for you to not allow others to enter?"

Zhang Hai's face was livid and livid, and it was hard to say anything at this point.

Zhang Yan wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Zhang Hai: "Fang has already entered the ring, you can't beat him even if you want to, please stop for a while."

Zhang Yan was furious: "He is too arrogant, I can't get angry, he lied to us just now."

Zhang Hai is more sensible, and he is irrational.

"When the other party comes down, you can reason slowly if you want to reason. I won't stop you."

"Hmph! You're right, how can such a person pass the first-tier competition, he will definitely be brushed off."

Mo Yuheng didn't bother to pay attention to the insults from the people below. , most importantly through layer 1.

She didn't understand the whole quicksand tower, so she could only slowly explore by herself.

Sure enough, it was the same as what I saw before, and a girl who looked exactly like her appeared in front of me.

Holding a long sword in his hand.

Mo Yuheng attacked with the long sword in his hand: "Sword One."

Sure enough, he was right, the opponent also made the same moves.

The two swords collided and evenly divided, and exploded, and the violent sound resounded throughout the scene.

The people below couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really too powerful. Even Zhang Ling can't do anything with such an attack intensity, which is comparable to a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment."

"Yes! Who is the other party? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Do you know each other?"

"I don't know her at all, but looking at her clothes, she seems to be a direct disciple of Yuxu."

……

The audience can only talk about it, and the stage has already attacked each other with hundreds of moves. Mo Yuheng used the Gale Sword Technique given by his master.

The battle between them was extremely exciting and won the applause of many people below.

Everyone who can enter the Quicksand Tower is an elite, a genius who doesn't care about other things, only cares about the strength of others.

Mo Yuheng and the spirit body clashed with each other, took a few steps back, and then stopped.

Reaching out to touch the blood on the corner of his mouth, he didn't expect that the opponent's attack was exactly the same as his own in every angle.

There is nothing wrong with it.

If the fight continued like this, it would be extremely unfavorable for her to consume too much spiritual power.

However, this battle was not in vain, she learned very quickly, constantly improving the strengths and weaknesses of her own attacks from the opponent, and some smooth swordsmanship slowly became rounded.

I can't procrastinate like this any longer, I can only use moves that I have never seen before.

From the avenue to simplicity, as long as each move is precise and fast, it can burst out with powerful power, which is the real swordsmanship.

Those flashy moves are useless, they are a drag.

Suddenly blessed to the heart, Mo Yuheng couldn't help making a move, and slowly attacked forward with his hand.

A ray of sword light turned into a densely woven net and attacked the spirit body. The spirit body didn't fully calculate and accept this move. It didn't catch it, and it was frozen through its chest, heart, and neck.

It instantly turned into countless small light spots surrounding Mo Yuheng's body, and it felt very comfortable to enter the body. He closed his eyes and followed the small light spots to hit other acupoints on the body that had not yet been opened.

One, two, three... all of a sudden breaking through 20, Kankan stopped, opened his eyes and rejoiced.

Now there are a total of 300 acupuncture points on my body, and the remaining 65 are waiting to be developed.

"How is this possible? Opening so many acupoints, only the young master in our current Zhang family can compare with it. The talent is so terrifying, no wonder he is a direct disciple."

Mo Yuheng's ears were filled with buzzing discussions from below, and he was extremely calm.

And Zhang Yan gritted his silver teeth, wishing he could kill Mo Yuheng with his sword.

The stairs leading to the second floor appeared in front of him, Mo Yuheng stepped up without hesitation, turned around and saw the unwilling Zhang Yan, and said hello with a smile: "Friend Daoist, I will wait for you on the second floor."

After speaking, he disappeared.

The picture left Zhang Yan who was gnashing his teeth.

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