When the red-faced old man's gaze crossed Meng Yu's side, intentionally or unintentionally, the young man didn't notice anything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Elder Ling, who was beside Lei Mo, also looked thoughtfully at the crowd, but he didn't find anyone there who could catch his attention.

The competition continued, but there was no other competition on the stage that could end the battle so quickly like the group of the white-robed boy. However, in such a competition, the opponents are evenly matched with each other, which is quite exciting.

"Meng Yu!" Finally, at a certain moment, a voice came from a martial arts platform. "Is it going to be me?" Meng Yu muttered to himself, coming to the ninth stage of the martial arts competition, and opposite him was a monk of the eighth order of the Spirit Realm named Magic Power. I have to say that Meng Yu's luck this time was not too good.

You must know that even at this stage, among the monks, the seventh-order Yunling Realm is still the mainstay, and there are not many eighth-order players in the Yunling Realm. That eighth-order boy in the Spirit Realm was originally a master, and it was unlucky to meet the white-robed boy.

Meng Yu looked at the young man named Magic Power in front of him, and his spirit was also tense, but he didn't have any fear in his heart. The young man believed that with his true combat strength, he could also win in the face of the eighth order of the Yunling Realm.

"Hehe, a kid of the seventh order of the Spirit Realm. The magic force on the other side looked relaxed, obviously not taking Meng Yu too seriously.

"Meng Yu, please!" Meng Yu clenched his fists and reported his name and surname. "Magic, please!" Magic also reported his name and then set up his stance, and he preemptively launched an attack on Meng Yu.

Although he didn't care about Meng Yu's cultivation, there was obviously no easy person to come to this stage. Even if he was confident, he would not be careless, so he unceremoniously punched Meng Yu.

The onlookers in the audience, seeing this scene, thought that this black-robed young man was unlucky enough, not to mention that when he met an eighth-order monk, the other party still didn't give him a chance, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Meng Yu's fate.

Meng Yu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the young man's actions, what he said in the martial arts arena was that he was ruthless, and he appreciated the other party's cautious attitude.

Looking at the punch carrying the violent spiritual power coming towards him, Meng Yu did not dodge. Instead, I raised my palm in the eyes of some surprise, and then I threw my fingers into a fist and blasted away at my opponent.

"Boom"

The two fists intersected, and the situation that people expected did not appear. The black-robed young man was still straight, and he appeared steadily in people's sights, and the two of them could be said to be chess opponents in this competition.

"Huh?" The black-robed young man was able to take his punch hard, and his magic power was a little surprised. In his thoughts, the boy should avoid his own blow, and then look for an opportunity to use the treasure arts. Although he didn't underestimate any opponent, Meng Yu's performance was still beyond his expectations, but what he didn't expect was still to come.

In the next battle, the magic power took the lead again, and Meng Yu shook his fist with some pain and fought with the opponent. I have to say that there is indeed a big gap between the eighth-order cultivators of the Spirit Realm and the seventh-order. Even Meng Yu, an outlier, felt his arm a little numb when he was in contact with the opponent's fist, and it seemed that this magic power was usually focused on cultivating the body.

Otherwise, with the strength of Meng Yu's physique, even if there is a first-order gap, it will not be like this. It's just that what he didn't know was that the magic on the other side felt even more uncomfortable, and he felt that when his fist collided with Meng Yu's fist, it was like hitting an iron hammer.

Although Meng Yu's cultivation was the seventh order of the Yun Spirit Realm, his dantian had a larger capacity than ordinary people, and the meridians in his body were also broader. I thought that I could use the advantage of cultivation to consume the opponent's spiritual power, but as the battle continued, I found that not only was my power as I wished, but I gradually fell into a disadvantage, and my spiritual power was also consumed hugely.

In desperation, the magic power took the lead in using a treasure technique. Faced with the magic of the treasure technique, Meng Yu felt that if he didn't use the treasure technique, he could force it to follow, but he would inevitably be injured. In the end, even if he won, it would not be wise, so he also used the treasure technique Heavenly Tiger Burning Sun Fist.

Fortunately, the other party's treasure skill level did not seem to be higher than their own, and when the two of them used the treasure art at the same time, not only did the magic not achieve their wishes, but they were injured some. After that, after a fight, he was finally defeated by Meng Yu.

"I'm going! How can this be? Who is this bastard? Knowing that I didn't buy him just now and lost. "The situation on the pitch was somewhat unexpected, with some of the people in the crowd who had placed bets at the game during the fight complaining.

I don't know if Meng Yu would feel aggrieved if he knew that he would win the game and would be cursed like this. The young man's magic power, which was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the competition platform, hugged his fists and said, "Admire, you won." ”

"Fluke. Meng Yu's humble way is not that he is hypocritical, but that the magic power in front of him is indeed extraordinary, and it is inconvenient for him to hit the other party too much.

On the viewing platform, the red-faced old man saw that the black-robed young man had won, and secretly praised it in his heart and nodded.

"Ah, this guy Meng Yu really won, it seems that it is not impossible for him to enter the top 100. A girl in the crowd said with some joy. On his side, a monk of the eighth order of the Spirit Realm smiled and said, "I have long said that he is not simple, but fortunately, after he obtained the qualification, we recovered the principal and interest and bought some of the top 100 for him to enter." ”

I don't know when, everyone from the Canghai Mercenary Group reappeared in the square to watch the competition. Canghai listened to the conversation between the two, and he was also a little embarrassed, and shook his head with a smile. Seeing this, Cangxi laughed and said, "You regret not betting with us, right?" ”

In the next competition, in addition to the white-robed boy, the other two ninth-order monks also appeared. It's just that their opponents are much inferior to the opponents of the white-robed boy, and there is no exciting duel that people are expecting.

After all the first rounds of the competition, the winning monks drew lots again. And this time, Meng Yu's good luck seemed to be back, his opponent was a seventh-order cultivator of the Spirit Realm, and he was not as difficult as last time. The battle ended quickly, and Meng Yu won the victory without much effort.

"It's over with two more rounds, and two more wins and I'll be in the top 100. Meng Yu thought secretly in his heart. However, things often don't seem to go as smoothly as people think.

Just as the second round of the competition was over and the third round of the draw was about to be held, Meng Yu suddenly saw the Elder Luo of the Thousand Yang Sect on the viewing platform quietly calling a sect disciple to his side and whispering a few words. Except for the time of the competition, Meng Yu's attention never left the old guy. At this time, after seeing what he ordered, he deliberately looked at himself, and then showed a sneer.

Have you been discovered?" the boy muttered to himself. In fact, that Elder Luo really didn't notice Meng Yu's existence at first, until the ranking stage, there were fewer and fewer people left, and Meng Yu showed good strength in the competition with magic power, which attracted the attention of some elders.

When this Elder Luo first noticed the young man, his expression was stunned, and there was confusion on his face, and he felt that the black-robed young man was somewhat familiar. And when he finally remembered who Meng Yu was, a dark color flashed on his face.

Although the current Meng Yu could not pose a threat to the young master of their family, the old man still decided that he could not allow the young man to join one of the four sects smoothly, so that he could have a chance to grow up.