The invincible Xiaoqiang became a god through dual cultivation

Xuanming Sect and Song Wuyu's supporters began to become anxious. They found that Song Wuyu could no longer harm Qiu Feng.

"Junior brother, hit him hard and smash him into soft dough."

The sisters in Wuyou Pavilion also became excited, and they shouted in unison.

"Song Wuyu, didn't you say it would be over soon? You are such a weakling."

"Song Wuyu, you are so damn good at bragging."

Many people who bought Song Wuyu won lost a lot of spiritual stones and shattered their dreams of getting rich.

Song Wuyu was being held by Qiu Feng, like a rope being held by someone, and it was difficult to bend back.

Qiu Feng no longer thinks of other ways. It's not complicated anyway, and he won't be tired after spending a whole day like this.

This was very painful for Song Wuyu, who had to use his true energy to resist the damage caused by the impact, and also had to overcome the severe pain under his abdomen.

He also heard more and more people scolding him, and he felt even more anxious.

Song Wuyu wanted to kick with his legs, but Qiu Feng and the meteor hammer were tightly bound by the chain.

"You are so capable, let's do it in a formal way." Song Wuyu was anxious.

"Haha, isn't this illegal? I don't use any moves, and you can't beat me." Qiu Feng asked back.

In a short period of time, Song Wuyu was hit dozens of times and his face became swollen.

Although such trauma does not affect combat effectiveness, it certainly affects image.

"Song Wuyu, why are you fighting back? You are so good at boasting."

"Song Wuyu, it seems that you only have a false reputation."

The curses from the audience became louder and louder.

The phalanx of Xuanming Sect disciples was now completely silent, including the outer sect elder Lou Ping, who had a dark face and said nothing.

Thinking about his bet with Helen and the others, and thinking that so many people knew about this bet, Lou Ping also felt ashamed.

On the ring, Qiu Feng's speed did not slow down at all, not giving Song Wuyu any chance to breathe.

Song Wuyu didn't even have a chance to take the elixir, so he couldn't talk about counterattack. He was so furious that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood, forming a blood mist in the air.

"It's over, Song Wuyu can't beat him."

"It's almost time, Song Wuyu can't hold on any longer."

People's talk was like a needle, stinging the Xuanming Sect disciples. Like Lou Ping, they felt that they had been completely embarrassed this time.

They also hope that Song Wuyu will fight back. They also know that under such circumstances, Song Wuyu has no chance to fight back.

They sat in the audience silently, hoping for a miracle to happen.

"I told you to be arrogant. The people of Xuanming Sect are just rubbish. They are nothing but bullying the weak."

Qiu Feng scolded and smiled from time to time.

Song Wuyu knew that this was not the solution, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure, so he could only endure it and wait for Qiu Feng to get tired.

An hour later, Qiu Feng was not tired at all, and the more he hit, the more energetic he became, and the more he hit, the more excited he became.

The scolding in the audience became quieter and quieter. Everyone was tired of scolding. This kind of competition was not entertaining at all and had no technical content. Many people even fell asleep.

The sisters in Wuyou Pavilion are very happy now, with smiles on their faces.

"Junior brother is so awesome, his physical strength is so good."

"It goes without saying that the last time I practiced dual cultivation with him, he didn't feel tired at all."

"Sister, if you are a dual practitioner with your junior brother, we alone are no match for him. I suggest that we work in groups of two or three in the future, otherwise we won't be able to satisfy him." The sisters discussed the matter of dual cultivation.

"Keep your voice down and discuss this matter later." Helen also knew that one person couldn't let Qiu Feng launch at all.

Another hour passed, and the referee stood outside the penalty area, extremely bored.

The audience started to make noise again, this time they were dissatisfied with Qiu Feng.

"Boy, change your fucking moves!"

"Yeah, we don't like to watch you smash dogs to death all the time."

"Boy, are you really tired? I'm tired of watching."

"This is the most boring jousting I've ever seen."

The audience was also bored and hoped that Qiu Feng would end the battle as soon as possible.

Song Wuyu was already in a semi-conscious state and was just holding on by instinct.

"Hahaha, I'm not tired at all, it's fun." Qiu Feng felt that Song Wuyu still had strength. Before Song Wuyu was completely paralyzed, he did not plan to change the method of smashing. He was worried that Song Wuyu had other back-ups.

"I...I...will not let you go." Song Wuyu could no longer speak smoothly, but he was still very tough.

"I know there are many of you, so I'm not afraid. Come and kill each one. Anyway, it's just a matter of beating the dog to death and practicing strength."

Song Wuyu also felt that his chance of reversal was very slim. He couldn't understand why this person wasn't tired.

"Elder Lou, you're bored to death. You don't have any moves at all. Didn't you say you're waiting for the Tianzihao guest room to be opened? Is it ready?" Sun Peng squeezed near Lou Ping and asked loudly.

"Yes, yes, Elder Lou, didn't you invite us to observe your dual cultivation?"

Lou Ping's face turned dark and white for a while, and he wanted to leave but couldn't. After all, Song Wuyu hadn't given up yet, and it couldn't be justified for him to leave early.

If you don't leave, there is no chance of a comeback.

"Don't worry, isn't it over yet?" Lou Ping said softly. He himself felt very unconfident. The situation on the court was clear. Even if there was a chance to breathe, Song Wuyu probably wouldn't be able to fight back.

Finally, another hour passed, and Song Wuyu's body suddenly went limp and he passed out completely.

Qiu Feng continued to hit it a few more times, but Song Wuyu had no reaction.

"Aren't you very capable?" Song Wuyu, who softened, really looked like a dead dog.

Qiu Feng tied his hands and feet on his back, then sat on the ring and waited for him to wake up.

"Song Wuyu can be judged to have lost."

The audience was so fed up that they loudly asked the referee to announce the result of the game.

But in this competition, the two sides agreed to fight until the other party was convinced, and now Song Wuyu has not admitted it yet.

"Everyone, please be patient and wait a moment."

The referee also wanted to sentence Song Wuyu to lose, but the disciples of Xuanming Sect and Lou Ping did not give up.

"kill him."

"Kill this weakling."

The audience was outraged.

"Okay, I'll kill him right now."

Qiu Feng turned his right Ruyi Qiankun hand into a short sword and stabbed Song Wuyu's crotch with one sword.

The wound that had solidified was opened again, and blood instantly stained most of Song Wuyu's body red.

"Damn it, isn't this the end of your family?"

In the stands, many male spectators subconsciously covered their crotches.

"Admit defeat." Lou Ping finally made the decision for Song Wuyu and said these four words with great difficulty.

"I declare that Qiu Feng wins this competition and the competition is over." The referee entered the ring and raised Qiu Feng's right hand.

"Song Wuyu, you are such rubbish."

"Xuanming Sect, compensate me for my spiritual stone."

The people who lost the spirit stones surrounded the Xuanming Sect disciples and cursed.

The disciples of the Xuanming Sect, who were so high-spirited and arrogant before the competition, all looked like frustrated bags, with their heads hanging down.

They themselves were also very sad. They basically bought all the spiritual stones for Song Wuyu Ying, and now they lost all their money and everything.