The two peaks face each other across the river, but there is no martial arts arena at all, and there is no huge venue for the two sides to compete.

So how does this contest work?

Although Ye Wuwu was talking to Bai Yishan like that, he still had doubts in his heart.

But then there was a flash in his eyes.

Ye Wuwu couldn't help but touch his head at this moment, and then knocked on his head with some hatred.

Don't have a venue?

The field is at your feet.

Mo Yu's figure crossed the cliff at this moment, and then his toes tapped, and his figure slowly settled on the surface of the river.

True Qi appeared all around the body and gathered on the soles of the feet, but it stopped directly on the surface of the river.

After arriving at Yipin, it is not a big problem to be able to condense the true qi around the body and step on the water.

But that's just ordinary water.

Next to this Yulei Mountain, it is the waterway divided when the water was controlled, and a treasure bottle mouth fish mouth turns the river into two halves.

The water here is the most turbulent, and if it is just an ordinary product, it really cannot stand firmly.

Mo Yu was walking on the waves at the moment, his expression was calm and unhurried, how could he not stand on his feet at all.

Where do you want a martial arts arena?

This river is the best martial arts platform.

The martial artists whose realm is a little worse can't even stand firm on this river, let alone submit a hand competition.

Mo Yu looked up at the mountain peak, and the look in his eyes was self-evident.

Fu Qianshan smiled lightly at this moment, did not turn around, just waved behind him.

"Thirteen, you go."

The middle-aged figure standing behind Fu Qianshan was silent for a moment and then strode out.

One step, across the cliff.

One more step, and it fell with a bang.

Thirteen is the man's code name.

The fifteen people of Da Chu, each with their own name code, are arranged in order from one to fifteen.

How exactly it is arranged, even thirteen is not clear.

He just knew that Fu Qianshan was not No. 1.

The real number one, someone else.

"Boom."

But it was a middle-aged man named Thirteen, who fell from the top of that mountain peak at this moment, and landed in the river, making a huge roar.

It's like a rock falling down into the river, setting off a huge wave.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, his expression showed a hint of displeasure, and with a wave of his hands, a True Qi Barrier that had been condensed in essence appeared in front of him.

The stormy waves that were about a few people high fell down at this moment, but they were blocked by this obstacle one by one.

The competition has already begun from the moment the man fell off the cliff.

Mo Yu also lost the interest of greeting at this moment, and snorted lightly, but he jumped out resolutely and stepped on the river.

The most outstanding thing about the Diancang sect is their internal strength, whether it is the second-grade realm or above the first-grade realm, the internal force and true qi in the body are extremely rich, far better than other sects.

Not to mention that Mo Yu has reached the realm of blowing snow at this moment, and the true qi in his body is very rich and solid, which is not at all the level that ordinary snow blowing realm can achieve.

He snorted softly, and stepped lightly on the surface of his feet, which had been churning on the surface of the river, but at this moment it was as if he had stepped on the ground of substance.

Mo Yu jumped high, his palms were mixed with incomparably rich true qi, and the river behind him was carried up by the true qi at this moment, two thick water vortices, like two waterspouts, smashed down in front of him.

The middle-aged man, codenamed Thirteen, did not have too much fluctuation in his eyes at the moment, but his figure squatted down impressively, and he did not choose to block Mo Yu's moves.

He puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, a glint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then slapped his palms towards the river.

The winner is the right time, the right place and the right people.

With the slap of his palms, almost everyone could see that the water above the river was boiling at the moment, fluctuating violently.

A stormy wave that was many times taller than Fang Cai, appeared in front of Thirteen at this moment, rushing towards the front.

Mo Yu, who was still jumping high and falling in mid-air, looked a little insignificant in front of the huge waves at this moment.

The same is true of the two stout waterspouts, which are accompanied by the "boiling" fluctuations of the water surface at this moment, and they have broken off their roots, as if they are born without roots, and slowly dissipate.

Mo Yu's expression showed a hint of horror, and his body swept backwards sharply, but he wanted to temporarily avoid his edge and avoid this huge wave.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, as long as he avoided this huge wave that the opponent had exerted by taking advantage of the location, he was confident that he would defeat the opponent.

As far as Fang Cai is concerned, the other party's true qi condensation and degree of control are actually inferior to his own.

It's not hard to beat the other party.

Everything was perfect.

With his toes on the surface of the river, he was about to sweep backwards again.

As long as you dodge this huge wave, you can ......

Mo Yu's expression suddenly froze a little at this moment, and the next moment, he was unstable and fell straight into the water.

The turbulent river instantly engulfed the other party's figure, and it disappeared in a flash, and the ensuing stormy waves directly smashed on the surface of the river, bringing up layers of waves.

Jiangshui soup soup, but where is there still Mo Yu's figure?

Only the man called Thirteen remained, standing alone on the surface of the river at the moment, with a solemn face.

The crowd on the Xishu side who was still talking about it was suddenly silent at this moment.

There are even many martial artists, whose faces are puzzled at the moment, but they are thinking in their hearts What is going on?

Why is it okay, but all of a sudden he can't stand on his feet and falls into the river?

What's more, there are a small number of people who are showing indignation at the moment, but it is not indignation against Da Chu's person, but indignation against Mo Yu.

The voices of discussion were heard again.

"That's it? If you can't stand on your feet, how can you condense your true qi? ”

"I'll do it too."

"Yes, I thought he was so powerful, but it turned out that he fell into the river, and his true qi was condensed and unstable, although I was a white rainbow, at least I would definitely not fall into it if I stood up."

"Yi Shao is right, I'm second-class, but I think I can too."

……

Hearing these discussions, Ye Yin's brows furrowed tightly at this moment, and a trace of disgust appeared in his eyes.

Not only because of Baiye, but more importantly, because of the existence of these people, Xishu Jianghu has been pressed and beaten by Dachu over the years.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to these discussions at the moment, but opened his eyes wide and watched carefully above the river.

Immediately, his eyes flashed, but he shook it at the void somewhere on the river, and a figure appeared on the river at this moment, and was firmly grasped by him.

It was Mo Yu.

At this moment, Mo Yu's figure couldn't help but be a little miserable, no longer as calm as he was, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and blood was overflowing from his mouth, which kept flowing.

Ye Yin's gaze was a little complicated, and with a wave of his hand, Mo Yu's figure was gently pulled back to Yulei Mountain, and was taken over by his master Chen Feng.

The old man of the same era as Dugu Xuan looked a little anxious at the moment.

Ye Yin was silent for a long time, and finally only a sigh came.

In the first game, Xishu was defeated.

(End of chapter)