Immortal Young Man on Campus

Hearing Fu Ling's question, Yu Mo laughed dumbly. The Demon God of Chaos understood her mood very well, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "You will get used to it gradually."

Fuling was suspicious, and a question popped up in her mind.

Is this the real situation in the world?

Are all humans so weak?

But when she looked at Yu Mo, she was startled again. Yu Mo is not weak at all, and he is also prosperous in the demon world. Humans can't be too weak.

"This must be an individual phenomenon!"

She comforted herself silently.

After a while, there was only one arena that did not decide the winner.

The two figures were dodging and dodging on the ring, the sword light and the sword light flickered, and the sound of the bang was endless.

One of them was Tang Jing.

He was blackened, panting, and quite embarrassed, but he was still trying his best to resist the counterattack, and he didn't want to admit defeat.

He promised Yu Mo.

Must win!

He fought all the way, and indeed won many games. Seeing that this is the semi-final, and the final victory is only one step away, how can he stop there.

It's just that for some reason, the more he fights, the more wrong he feels.

The kung fu was not running smoothly, and a strong sore spot was infiltrating his limbs and bones and internal organs little by little as he exercised his kung fu.

He didn't know what was going on.

The opponent's figure in his eyes became blurred.

The long sword came out.

Lingyin swordsmanship!

However, his sword stabbed in the air.

He has been unable to capture the opponent's tricks.

As soon as he missed the shot, he secretly said something was wrong and hurriedly dodged.

puff!

It's just that he was a step too late.

The knife flashed, blood splashed, and there was a long scar on his chest.

boom!

He knelt down on one knee and leaned on his body with his sword, so he didn't fall down completely.

A series of exclamations came from the audience.

A group of people on the podium looked at each other and smiled. It was the organizer of this martial arts conference.

"This Tang Jing is really tenacious. It's completely beyond our expectations to have reached this step. However, he couldn't advance to the final after all, and he didn't disrupt our plan."

Fang Liuyun, the president of the Martial Artist Association, said happily.

In fact, after seeing Tang Jing's power during this time, he also had lingering fears. He didn't expect this fat man to have such a strong fighting power.

If this spoils his and Taro Aso's plans, this martial arts conference will fail, and it will be meaningless.

Fang Liuyun looked at Taro Aso thoughtfully, and asked curiously, "Aso-kun, yesterday you swore that Tang Jing would definitely lose, when did you have the ability to predict the future?"

Taro Aso smiled mysteriously: "President Fang doesn't know me well enough, so I don't know my methods."

Fang Liuyun originally suspected that Taro Aso had used some unknown means, and, judging from Tang Jing's performance today, there were many changes from the past, all of which must have something to do with Taro Aso.

It's just that Fang Liuyun couldn't figure it out.

"Then I have to listen carefully and ask Aso-kun's brilliant tricks."

Taro Aso said incomprehensibly, "You can't say it, you can't say it."

Once he doesn't say it, it becomes more and more mysterious in Fang Liuyun's mind, but Fang Liuyun doesn't dare to underestimate it.

Fang Liuyun immediately felt that he did not know this partner very well, which was a big hidden danger.

But when Fang Liuyun thought that this was his own territory, that even a dragon would have to be coiled for me, and a tiger would have to lie down, he felt relieved, and all his worries and doubts vanished.

"Stand up!" A shout suddenly erupted from the audience, and it was the audience cheering for Tang Jing.

Tang Jing was so anxious when he heard the sound, of course he wanted to stand up, but found that his body was not obeying the command, he was losing control of his body little by little, and everything in front of him was even more blurred.

"What's wrong with me?"

Tang Jing was flustered. This had never happened before. He knew there was a big problem in his body, but he really couldn't figure out why there was such a change.

The opponent approached Tang Jing step by step, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a blunt Chinese language: "You don't want to stand up again."

As soon as the voice fell, the sword fell.

Tang Jing swung the long sword with difficulty.

pat!

The long sword flew out of his hand and landed on the ground.

The big knife fell, leaving a **** scar on Tang Jing's shoulder.

Tang Jing lost his saber and finally couldn't hold it any longer. With a plop, he fell on the ring.

The opponent said contemptuously: "You are defeated, useless trash!"

Bang!

He kicked Tang Jing in the abdomen, and Tang Jing was like a shrimp, curled up and fell from the ring.

There was a series of exclamations in the audience, and there were angry accusations: "How can you do this? You have already won, and you are still attacking and cursing."

Sudden!

A figure flew out of the auditorium at an extremely fast speed. Only an afterimage was seen, passing over the heads of the crowd. The next second, it appeared at the edge of the ring. With a light touch, Tang Jing was caught and held steady. .

"Ah, what a beautiful move, so handsome."

Everyone was stunned, and immediately focused their eyes on the person who came.

"so beautiful!"

An idea popped up in everyone's mind, as if a gorgeous flower was blooming in front of everyone's eyes, which made people's eyes brighter.

Gu Ziqing's face was sinking as she looked at Tang Jing, who was dripping with blood. She was furious. She patted Tang Jing on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't be afraid, we are here."

Hearing the familiar voice, Tang Jing felt relieved, but his teeth chattered and said, "Sect Master, I'm useless, I'm defeated."

Gu Ziqing took a deep look at Tang Jing and said, "No, you were poisoned by a plot."

Gu Ziqing saw the problem at a glance. Tang Jing's fundamental problem was not the injury on his body, but some serious problem with his body.

"Conspiracy to be poisoned?" Tang Jing froze for a moment.

"Don't talk for now, your physical condition is very bad, I'll take care of the rest." Gu Ziqing vowed.

"I'm in so much pain." Tang Jing suddenly growled in pain.

Gu Ziqing looked up at the opponent in the ring, her eyes were cold, and she said loudly, "What did you do to him?"

The opponent looked at Gu Ziqing jokingly, and said high above, "I don't understand what you said."

Gu Ziqing snorted coldly: "How dare you pretend to be confused with me now, I really can't shed tears without seeing the coffin!"

Gu Ziqing looked back and saw that there were a few more people walking out of the auditorium. It was a few demons. Gu Ziqing handed Tang Jing over to them and said, "Greet him well."

Then, he lightly tapped his toes, like a dancing butterfly, and floated onto the ring.

The opponent pouted in disdain: "What are you doing?"

"Hand over the antidote." Gu Ziqing said aggressively.

"How dare you slander me." The opponent was extremely angry, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said, "You have to pay for it."

"You also have to pay the price for what you have done." Gu Ziqing said decisively, and walked directly to the other party step by step.