Looking at Lu Xinghua who flew out of the ring, Ling Mu flew up to catch him and put him on the ground.

Although Lu Xinghua was unconscious, Ling Mu was not worried, for those who had reached the Gathering Spirit, as long as they did not die, no matter how heavy their physical injuries were, they could slowly heal.

Ling Mu was very disdainful of Du Pingsheng's behavior, not that he took advantage of others' danger, but that the two of them had no grievances or hatreds, and they were so vicious when they had already won the battle, breaking people's arms and abandoning people's dantian.

"I really don't know how this kind of waste managed to win nine games in a row. Du Pingsheng looked at Lu Xinghua lying on the ground, and then looked at the people in the audience and sneered and said, "Whoever dares to come up, I will make you worse than him." ”

Du Pingsheng did this, not really wanting the people below to dare not go on stage, because even if no one dared to go on stage, there would be referees who randomly selected people to compete on stage.

He did this to make the people in the audience fearful, so that he would be timid and show his flaws when he competed on stage. Although there is no absolute difference in strength at the Gathering Spirit level, but

The mood is different.

The people in the audience looked at each other, and no one dared to go on stage again.

Du Pingsheng laughed when he saw everyone like this, the effect was even better than he imagined.

After all, the person who was forcibly sent up by the referee must have collapsed in his heart, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a lamb to the slaughter.

Seeing that no one was on stage, and when the referee was about to pick a random person, Ling Mu walked out of the crowd and jumped into the ring with a strong stride.

Du Pingsheng was also very surprised to see that there were still people who dared to come on stage, but he didn't take it to heart, after all, he would have already come to power if he wanted to go on stage, and he came up at the last moment, and most of them were pretended.

Ling Mu glanced at Du Pingsheng and said lightly: "Ling Mu"

Du Pingsheng's body bowed slightly, and he hugged his fists and said, "Du Pingsheng." ”

However, the moment Du Pingsheng spoke, Ling Mu noticed that his right foot took a step back, and the knee of his left leg was also quietly bent down.

"I want to do this again. Ling Mu snorted coldly.

Sure enough, the moment Du Pingsheng finished reporting his name, he rushed towards Ling Mu and punched Ling Mu's head.

The people in the audience sighed when they saw it.

"This Du Pingsheng is really shameless, he will only sneak attack. ”

"This Ling Mu is really careless, Lu Xinghua has obviously suffered a loss. ”

"Hey, it is estimated that this Ling Mu will be wasted again. ”

Although in the eyes of the audience, Du Pingsheng's punch can be described as a thunderous momentum.

But in Ling Mu's eyes, he was indeed staggering like an old man.

Just when the fist was about to hit Ling Mu's face, Ling Mu stretched out his left hand unhurriedly and grabbed Du Pingsheng's neck.

But Ling Mu's understatement of action seemed to others to be between lightning and flint, and there was a silence in the audience at first, and then there were bursts of exclamation.

"He, he, how did he get there. ”

"I can't see clearly, it's terrifying speed. ”

"This one named Ling Mu is too terrifying. ”

Even the referee squinted his eyes, a little surprised.

Ling Mu grabbed Du Pingsheng's neck and lifted him up, looking at Du Pingsheng who was about to suffocate in the air, Ling Mu waved his left hand and threw Du Pingsheng to the ground heavily.

Just listen to "Bang." With a bang, a big hole was smashed out of the thick ground, but fortunately, Du Pingsheng inside still had breath and was not dead.

Pi Zi'an, who was standing in the stands, looked trembling all over.

The people under the ring were also dumbfounded, and the big villain who had just left them a psychological shadow was choked by the neck like a chicken and thrown out like garbage.

If Du Pingsheng left them a psychological shadow, then Ling Mu had completely defeated their mental defense just now.

There was a dead silence, no one spoke, and no one dared to go on stage.

Ling Mu looked at the audience and found that the atmosphere was a little wrong, so he coughed twice and said, "It's not right for people, it's not right for everyone, everyone will end the next competition." ”

After listening to Ling Mu's words, the atmosphere in the audience eased slightly.

A teenager jumped into the ring and arched his hand: "Deng Sheng, please advise." ”

Ling Mu also returned the salute with his fists.

The young man named Deng Sheng slammed dozens of punches towards Ling Mu, but they were all dodged by Ling Mu one by one, and Ling Mu just slapped Deng Sheng's chest with a light palm, making Deng Sheng take three steps back.

Deng Sheng clutched his chest, looked at Ling Mu incredulously, and then wanted Ling Mu to hug his fists and jump out of the ring.

Subsequently, there were more people who came to power, but they were all defeated by Ling Mu effortlessly, and no one could survive Ling Mu's move.

Pi Zi'an was sweating profusely at this time, and what was even more terrifying was that there were more and more people who bought Ling Mu to win, and the amount was getting bigger and bigger.

"No. 9, No. 9 ring is Lu Zun. Pi Zi'an muttered something to himself, and then pulled a person next to him and said, "Go and find Lu Zun, you must be fast." ”

"Brother Ling is really powerful, he can't even take a move. A man who had fallen into the ring shook his head with a wry smile and walked down on his own.

This was already the ninth person that Ling Mu had defeated.

The audience in the stands was already boiling, and they were all chanting Ling Mu.

In so many years of the Enlightenment Conference, no one had ever been able to defeat nine people in a row so easily like Ling Mu.

Just when the audience was looking forward to the tenth match, the people under the ring hesitated, and no one wanted to play.

Although most people wanted to compete with Ling Mu, they thought that Ling Mu only needed to fight one game to advance, and they had another chance to advance.

"Let me do it. Just as everyone hesitated, a voice came from behind.

The people under the ring consciously parted and gave way to the road.

Ling Mu stood in the ring and saw a man dressed in black and wearing a hat walking over.

The man in black, standing under the ring, took off his hat, threw it aside, jumped into the ring, hugged his fists and said, "Down, Lu Zun." Please give us a lot of advice. ”

Ling Mu looked at Lu Zun's face, his brows furrowed slightly. Because Ling Mu found that Lu Zun's left face was engraved with the word "slave".

It was a great shame to engrave words on his face, in Ling Mu's memory, in the Holy Spirit Kingdom at that time, only death row prisoners would only engrave the word "death" on their faces.

And this Lu Zun not only engraved words on his face, but also engraved the word "slave", which made Ling Mu very puzzled. For most people, this humiliation is more painful than death.

"Who is this Lu Zun? Although Ling Mu was very strange in his heart, he still returned the salute with his fists and prepared to fight.

At this time, Pi Zi'an in the stands bent over and said respectfully to a middle-aged man in a fancy dress beside him: "Master, please rest assured, there will be no accident with Lu Zun here." ”

Having said that, Pi Zi'an still touched the cold sweat on his head, if Lu Zun hadn't arrived in time, his little life would have almost been lost.

Pi Zi'an turned his head to look at Lu Zun in the ring, and whispered: "Lu Zun, Lu Zun, after raising you for so many years, it's time for you to repay." ”