"Can't fight."

Master Huadu sighed, it was his disciple's bad luck.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huadu accepted the true energy and gave up resistance, "I... admit defeat."

This is a wise move.

It's no good if you don't admit defeat, the combat power is not on the same level at all.

With this energy and blood, it is better to conserve strength in order to advance from the resurrection competition.

"It's boring."

Man Teng curled his lips, not feeling very happy, and went down carrying the mace.

He is a branch of the barbarian tribe! He has a barbaric temperament, walks with wind, and his steps are heavy. With his size and strength, not many of his level can hold up a stick.

"If you face him, just admit defeat." Mu Qinghan took a deep breath.

I don't know if he said this to himself or to Zhao Yun beside him.

The truth is true. The new disciples who have joined the sect can defeat Man Teng. I am afraid that only a few monsters can do it. Chu Wushuang counts as one, Yinbing Body counts as one, Wu Nian and the others! Most of them can do it.

"No surprise, I can get into the top ten." Zhao Yun guessed.

The premise is that Man Teng does not encounter those talents, which naturally includes him.

"I... abstain."

Then, there were timid words.

He is a male disciple. He has a decent appearance and a good foundation. However, his opponent is too strong. He is facing Chu Wushuang. His master has told him that if he encounters Chu Wushuang, he will give up directly.

"It's really interesting." Too many elders coughed dryly.

During this period, many people were looking at Chu Wushuang, but she was sitting as steady as a mountain.

Since arriving at this venue, no one has even opened their eyes. Knowing that her opponent is her, she has given up. This is the intimidating power, the legendary strength, her aura of the proud woman of heaven,

It was so dazzling that all the juniors present, including the old disciples, were dazzled.

"Who is stronger or weaker against you?" Zhao Yunxin murmured.

To be honest, he was not sure of victory, at least not in the true spiritual realm.

"It's my turn." Mu Qinghan had already stood up and stepped onto the stage.

Her opponent was a female disciple, whose whole body was filled with brilliance.

Zhao Yun took a look and found out that the female disciple was not weak in combat power, but compared to Mu Qinghan, she was still a little inferior in martial arts. The main reason was that the female disciple was an auxiliary martial artist and was not good at fighting.

The truth was as he expected.

Since the beginning of the war, Mu Qinghan has had the upper hand.

On the other hand, the female disciple, although her body skills were elegant, was restrained in every aspect, and was far from Mu Qinghan's opponent. The secret skills of each sect were quite brilliant, but had no substantial power, and it was difficult to stop Mu Qinghan.

Why!

After only ten rounds of fighting, the female disciple sighed and gave up. Zhao Yun was right. She was an auxiliary martial artist. If she cooperated, she could be regarded as a wet nurse, replenishing the health of her teammates. If she fought alone, she would not have a front row.

She is a living target when it comes to taking damage.

Mu Qinghan was promoted as he wished.

In terms of luck, she is pretty good.

In the first round, Zhao Yun abstained and directly gave her a taboo; in the second round, his opponent was an auxiliary martial arts cultivator. His combat power was absolutely crushing. He forced the opponent to admit defeat before even using his full strength, and he won easily.

"Qingyao from Luoxia Peak, Ji Hen from Zizhu Peak, come on stage."
Chapter completed!