My sect is full of geniuses

Chapter 138 Fierce Battle

"Come on."

Zhao Gang nodded, walked under the ring, and gave the stage to the two of them.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Gang respectfully, Zhao Yang turned around and solemnly said to Long Yu in front of him, "Zhao Yang, the Taichu sect, please enlighten me."

"Long Yu of the Vajra Sect, please advise!"

Long Yu changed his laziness before, cupped his fists in return, then stared at Zhao Yang and said: "You are very different from them, it looks like you can have a good time."

"Really?"

Zhao Yang lowered his head and murmured, then raised his head and said with a glimmer of light in his eyes: "I want to say this too!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yang swung the Mountain and River Fan violently, and then his whole body turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards Long Yu under the cover of the Mountain and River Map.

"Then come!" Long Yu roared, not in a hurry to sacrifice the statue of Fudo Mingo, the whole body was covered with a vajra indestructible mask, and bumped into the picture of mountains and rivers.

There was a violent explosion, and it seemed that Shanhetu did not cause any harm to Long Yu. He pierced through the dust caused by the explosion and swung a heavy punch at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang was not disappointed at all, he didn't expect the map of mountains and rivers to have much effect, his palms were covered with lightning, and they collided with the dragon feather.

After swallowing the powder ground into the inner elixir of the clam mother for thousands of years, Zhao Yang's physical strength has been upgraded to the level of a mysterious weapon. Coupled with the blessing of the powerful attribute of Ben Lei Jue passed down from his family, he is naturally a worthy King Kong of Long Yu. Not bad cover.

The two staggered back and forth in the arena, evenly matched.

In the stands, Huang Hu, who just came back from the infirmary, looked depressed. He didn't expect Zhuo Fan, the most promising of his sect, to be so vulnerable.

"Master Huang, Elder Zhuo Fan is all right."

Hearing Li Qi's question, Huang Hu shook his head slightly, and said with an uneasy expression: "Although my life is saved, I can't tell if there are any sequelae. Let's just let fate."

"Is there a sequelae?"

Li Qi rubbed his chin, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Ouyang Qingsong watching the battle with Huang Feihong from the corner of his eye.

"Oh, how did I forget him."

With a sudden slap on his thigh, Li Qi got up and pulled Ouyang Qingsong to his side, saying: "Master Huang, with him here, Elder Zhuo Fan will definitely be fine."

"This is..." Huang Hu said with a puzzled look on his face.

"I forgot to introduce you. This is Ouyang Qingsong, the elder of our Taichu Sect. His achievements in medicine are beyond the reach of others."

Li Qi introduced him with a proud face, but he still kept a little cautious and did not reveal Ouyang Qingsong's true identity.

After all, the name "Golden Needle Remains the Soul" is too ostentatious, and it is too early for the current Taichu Sect to spread it.

Hearing Li Qi's introduction, Huang Hu was a little skeptical at first, but he didn't know that Li Qi was lying to him until he felt the strong aura on his body and a faint scent of medicine.

Just hurriedly got up and cupped his fists and said: "Then Elder Ouyang is hardworking, please!"

Ouyang Qingsong and Li Qi looked at each other, the latter nodded, and then he followed Huang Hu to the infirmary.

Watching them leave, Li Qi turned his attention to the ring again, which might be the last match of this qualifying competition.

There were people gathered in front of and around the third ring, all waiting to see who would win the last qualification this time.

There was another quick collision, and the two separated again. Looking carefully, both of them were more or less injured.

The snow-white uniform of Taichuzong on Zhao Yang's body became gray due to the dust, and he looked a little embarrassed.

But Long Yu was not much better, the vajra indestructible cover on his body was no longer so shiny, and the cracks were so conspicuous, it seemed that it was about to shatter.

Judging from the bodies of the two, Zhao Yang undoubtedly won the collision.

"It's been a long time since I played so comfortably."

Long Yu was not depressed because of the defeat just now, but laughed and removed the vajra indestructible cover on his body, and smiled charmingly at Zhao Yang: "Are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)