Just when outsiders were applauding, inside the Zhengjiatang, Li Sumei talked to Yiduo with a pale face and said, "Please stop when you see it is good! Take the money and get out quickly!"

Yuxiu tried her best to suppress her emotions and squeezed out a smile and said, "Junior Brother Bai, it's not that everyone has no confidence in you. We are really afraid that you will get hurt. After all, everyone likes you very much."

"Yes, yes, we all like Junior Brother Bai..."

It has been almost two years since he came to Zhengjia Martial Arts Hall. This is the first time Bai Yiduo has discovered that everyone is very nice to him, which makes him more determined to go to the arena.

"I used to be Bai Yiduo who blamed everyone wrongly, it turned out..."

The latter waved his Taoist robe and looked solemn: "Well! Let me do something for the martial arts hall! Please rest assured that even if I, Bai Yiduo, would drag the enemy to fight for the martial arts hall until the last moment..."

After saying that, Bai Yiduo resolutely rushed to the arena, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and a red sword light appeared loudly.

"Zhu Tian Sword?" On the high platform, an elder with a white beard looked at him and subconsciously stood up.

This sword was taken casually by Bai Yiduan from the basket. It was given to him by Venerable Demon Yan when he was in the cave.

In addition to the sword, there is also a dagger given by the Taoist Chi Ling in the back basket, called the Silver Dragon Blade Ruler, which is the token of the Yunlei Dao Ji Sect.

However, the dagger was too short, and seeing Liu Wusheng's thunder whip on the ring was really pale.

On the high platform, with the white-bearded elder's scream, the other elders and coaches also looked at each other, but soon, everyone laughed and shook their heads.

"How is it possible! The Sword of the Heaven-Slaying Sword is an ancient artifact and cannot appear here."

"But this sword has a good quality. At first glance, it really looks like the legendary artifact."

"Well! Such a high-quality imitation weapon is also quite valuable, but I don't know if it has any blessings and amplitudes."

Just as the elders on the platform were full of anticipation and approval, Li Sumei and others were almost covering their faces off the stage.

"Bai Yiduo is too much! Can you do it randomly because your brother is the head disciple? This is a loss of face for our entire Jiawu Hall!"

"I hope he can get a few more whips, so don't lose too embarrassingly!"

"No, no, no, I have to escape first, I can't afford to lose this person..."

On the ring, looking at the opponent's four-meter-long whip and then at the sword half-armed in his hand, Bai Yiduo swallowed his throat with difficulty.

"Hehehe, senior brother, what do you call me? Have you had lunch?"

"Hmph!" Liu Wusheng smiled contemptuously, and the long whip fell to the ground, and the thunder and thunder were deafening.

"Okay, the last disciple of the Zhengjia Clan was defeated by me, which is also a great record!"

After saying that, Liu Wusheng's hand surrounded the green aura. As the aura spreads, the color of the long whip changes from black to green, and small barbs grow.

"It turns out that Liu Wusheng is a wood-based spiritual vein." On the high platform, the white-bearded elder murmured to praise.

"But for some reason, I can't feel Bai Yiduo's spiritual vein attributes. Could it be that he has no spiritual roots, right?" Hei Shou coached in confusion.

"If Bai Yiduo is a fire-type spiritual vein, he might have a chance of winning by relying on the law of the five elements of restraint! But... to be honest, I not only can't feel the spiritual vein in his body, but I can't even notice the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. He seems... not to be a Qi training realm."

"What a joke, the spiritual master's realm vs. the Qi training realm?"

He said this, but no one asked or stopped him. Because they naturally believed that it was impossible for a weak spiritual master to challenge the powerful Qi training realm in suicide.

On the ring, looking at the long whip that was as green as vines covered with barbs, Bai Yiduo couldn't help but take a breath.

To be honest, he already regrets it!

"I think this senior brother is a bit unfair!"

"What does it mean?" Liu Wusheng asked with a doubtful look.

Bai Yiduo glanced at the sword in his hand and frowned: "Your weapon is so long, you can look at mine again. Isn't it glorious if you win me?"

"What the battle is about is the thick martial arts and spiritual energy, and it is not about children fighting. What's the matter with weapons?"

Liu Wusheng cursed in anger, but when he saw the latter's resentment, he was a little crazy.

"Whether, you and I will fight and kick!"

Liu Wusheng put away his long whip, stretched his arms, and the green spiritual energy condensed and tiger fisted, making it look more solid and hard.

Excited and inexplicably put away the sword, rubbed his palms and turned around, Bai Yiduo's face froze again.

He clenched his fists and looked at them again, and then looked at the tiger-powered fist. Bai Yiduo praised his face and said, "Senior Brother, this is still unfair. Your fist is so big, look at mine..."

"Are you still fighting?"

Liu Wusheng cursed: "No comparison of weapons or fists, we should just compare our appearance."

"Hey? This is great!"

"Okay, you're here!"

Liu Wusheng was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. He gently pressed the ground, and his powerful fist came in full force...

The power of this punch came from was infinite, causing the surrounding air to tremble, causing ripples of sound waves.

Bang~!

Bai Yiduo avoided it and was hit hard on the chest with a punch. He immediately turned back and fell heavily to the ground.

Bai Yiduo, who fell to the ground, felt a swelling and pain in his chest, as if there was boiling hot water surging. When his throat was sweet, he would vomit blood.

Hiccup~!

He bent over with his chest and thought he would vomit blood, but Bai Yiduo just burped.

This surprised Bai Yiduo himself. She wiped her sleeves a few times, but there was no trace of blood on her white sleeves!

When the powerful and domineering punch fell, the disciples of Zhengjia Cang covered their eyes one after another, and Li Sumei also frowned and looked sideways, unable to bear to go and see.

However, when the power of the fist settled, Bai Yiduo on the ring was fine and climbed up without any injuries.

Seeing this strange scene through the gaps in his fingers, the disciples of Zhengjia looked at each other.

On the ring, Liu Wusheng narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted and said, "It's not bad! You can withstand my mighty boxing power. You kid have some strength."

After checking his body, Bai Yiduo was relieved after seeing that he was not injured.

But soon, he felt an abnormality.

"Why did it suddenly get warm?"

It was not that the surrounding temperature had warmed up, but that Bai Yidu's own coldness had slowed down.

Realizing this, Bai Yiduo quickly used his spiritual sense to observe the chessboard in his body.

Sure enough, after the white chess pieces in the chessboard gained the aura of the powerful punch, their bright light increased.

"It turns out that the chessboard sucks away the aura contained in the fist."

"But why did the other party not get backlash this time?"

The other party lost some of his spiritual energy, but he didn't know it at all! It was very different from when Nalan Jinyue attacked him.

"Is it different way for the white chess piece to obtain spiritual energy?"

Thinking of this, Bai Yiduo seemed to understand that it was either a problem with the other party's spiritual energy or a problem with the white chess pieces.

But no matter which one it is, it is beneficial to dialogue with one.

Because in this way, he can slowly, quietly, cruelly and unkindly... absorb the other party's spiritual energy.

"Senior brother, how dare you ask what kind of cultivation you have?" Bai Yiduo's greedy eyes turned to the latter.

Liu Wusheng narrowed his eyes, he was alert for a moment, and then glanced at him contemptuously because of his conceit: "It's okay to tell you! The eighth-grade Qi training realm!"

"Eighth grade?" Bai Yiduo's eyes were glaring out, full of surprise.

And his surprise was not fear of war, but a hint of excitement.

He snorted coldly without sniffing, and Liu Wusheng said jokingly: "If you are afraid, take the initiative to admit defeat, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood!"

Bai Yiduo swallowed his throat dryly, then covered his chest, pretending to be injured, and said angrily: "Hmph! Give up? Don't think about it!"

"I, Bai Yiduo, even if you beat me to death today, I will never say a word for surrender."

"Ha! It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Liu Wusheng snorted coldly.

"Shao said verbally, come on!"

After Bai Yiduo said that, he spread his arms and waited for Liu Wusheng's attack like expectation.

The latter did not humiliate the high hopes. Seeing that the punch did not directly hurt the other party, the green spiritual energy on the arm became more and more vast, and the joints of the arm burst out, and the power and authority went away in the air.

"Boy, die!"

As Liu Wusheng finished his words, Wu Shang's fist power fell on Bai Yiduo.

Not only did Bai Yiduo not avoid it, his fist was also slightly offset, Bai Yiduo quietly moved up.

Bang~!

Another punch, Bai Yiduo took several steps in a row. In order to encourage the latter to continue his efforts, he bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood and phlegm.

"You... are really strong!" Bai Yiduo barely stood firm and murmured weakly.

But his eyes were firm and he stared at the other party.

"However, it's still impossible to kill me with one punch!"
To be continued...