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Mugu Buyu looked at Jiang Baoyun and licked his lips. Ouyang Ming was happy to see this. Ouyang Ming was not confident about whether he could defeat Jiang Baoyun. He was not even sure when facing this weird guy who didn't look like a human or a ghost. If these two people hurt each other, it would be his happiest win-win situation.

After Jiang Lanjian's match, three straight disciples came on stage in a row. All of them were able to defeat their opponents at three steps or less. At this time, the atmosphere of the martial artists in the audience reached a climax.

The seven direct disciples enjoyed a high reputation. When Qin Wuxin walked onto the stage, the shouts and howlings of the uneasy man sounded.

"Qin Wuxin will win!"

"Advisor Qin, you can do it!"

"Advisor Qin, I love you!"

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All kinds of loud and chaotic sounds and sounds came back to the soup, but Qin Wuxin just stood on her piano stand without being affected by the surrounding environment. She was wearing a pure white skirt, and a cool breeze blew past her, which made her skirt flutter in the wind. From top to bottom, she exuded an extraordinary halo.

Her opponent is Jing Danyu. Jing Danyu's face is covered with a veil as before. She is wearing a bright yellow dress and looks like a Jing touch beauty.

When these two different styles of beautiful men stood together, they naturally attracted the attention of many men. For them, fighting Moonsuke was not important because they could see two such exquisite stylings.

"You are no match for me." Qin Wuxin said coldly.

"I know. But since I entered the first level, I naturally won't miss the opportunity to fight direct disciples." Jing Shanyu raised her head proudly. Although she had been completely defeated by Fang Qi, she was still not depressed. She believed that in the future she could catch up with them at once until she finally surpassed them.

But now, what she wants to know is how big the gap is between them.

"Then... let me realize your wish!" Qin Wuxin said lightly. "Listen to the melody of my guzheng."

Her delicate fingers stroked the long strings on the guzheng, and the heavenly notes began to resonate in the air like mountain streams. The sweet Dulcet tone of the guzheng echoed clearly on the stage. Even those sitting in the halls of the seven deep valleys could clearly hear the melody.

"Why do I want to listen to your guzheng music??" Jing Danyu snorted coldly, covering her ears with her true nature.

She didn't need to be a genius to know that this kind of guzheng music was a bit strange. Jing Shanyu pushed her true essence to the extreme. Faced with people like Qin Wuxin, she had to give her all from the beginning, otherwise even the smallest chance of resistance would slip away from her fingers.

A thick yellow defensive barrier surrounded her. Jing Danyu didn't even move. Her palm was like a saber, and she was about to use Halcyon to reflect the Great Wisdom Palm. This is also the strongest real-time martial arts skill in her track.

But, just as she was about to attack, her stretching suddenly freezes. Her eyes were incredibly open. The absolute defense she was proud of suddenly instilled in all her true essence. A crack had just appeared and immediately covered her entire defense.

Peng!

A huge sound of shattering sounded, and her tough defense shell shattered like broken glass on the floor. The particles of her lingering true essence began to fall.

Jing Shanyu was shocked. Her true essential protection was broken, but she was not even attacked. She didn't even know which attack was used to destroy the defense. All she could hear was the seductive melody still ringing in her ears, like a gentle mountain stream. There was no murderous intention at all. However, her defensive barrier immediately ruptured like an elephant stepping on a fragile eggshell.

Did the attack come from the soft guzheng sound?

"I...I admit failure!" Jing Danyu closed her eyes and smiled in pain.

She just wanted to see how big the gap was, but now it seemed that she couldn't even estimate the gap.

From beginning to end, Qin Wuxin just glanced at her inadvertently. Her stretching body did not even have any real essential fluctuations! Although Jing Chanyu knew that she would definitely lose, she did not expect that she would lose in a way that she could not sense the opponent's attack.

"Qin Wuxin, victory!"

The referee announced without any suspense.

Ou Chuyang took a deep breath of cold air. Qin Wuxin was so scary.

Ou Chuyang has extremely powerful perception, and he can keenly capture every real essential fluctuation in the air. Qin Wuxin's accuracy and control of her true essence is enough to make him boil! It's simply outrageous!

Although Ou Chuyang knew Flow like silk and had slight control over its true essence, he had to admit that even if he could not achieve something like Qin Wuxin.

Qin Wuxin fused the true essence into her sound waves, and concentrated all his strength to attack Jing Chanyu's protective barrier and immediately smashed it. Her true essence did not even overflow a little, so Jing Danyu was not injured. Most people would not even notice anything strange.

"I was really surprised by the farming method of the Guzheng School!" Ou Chuyang knew that sound waves are actually a form of vibration. If sound waves contain real essence, it means that the real essence will vibrate!

This achieved the same result as the "chaotic virtue combat meridian process" such as silk, but only a different approach!

The flow like silk is to regulate the breathing speed of all tiny units in the body and to cause the true nature of a person to vibrate.

However, the cultivation method of the Guzheng School is to integrate the true essence into the sound wave vibration to achieve the effect of the true essence vibration along the sound wave.

From this point of view, the manual of farming methods in "Guzheng School" is far less than "Chaos Virtue and Meridians". But to a certain extent, the farming methods of the Guzheng School can achieve a Flow effect similar to silk, ignoring all defense barriers.

Ou Chuyang smashed Jing Chanyu's defense barrier with his fist.

Qin Wuxin is the same!

"I really can't underestimate the heroes of the world. The sky overflowing continent still has tens of thousands of years of inheritance. Naturally, countless geniuses must have appeared! Although they are far less profound and powerful than the realm of the gods, they are not much different in some aspects!

When Ou Chuyang was thinking, he did not notice that the first round of the final had ended, and the second round began soon.

As for the first game, Ou Chuyang was present.

"In the first game, Ou Chuyang plays against Fang Qi!"

Ou Chuyang was surprised when the referee announced the name of the contestant in the first match. Fang Qi was one of the seven direct disciples. Although he knew that the direct disciples of Array Faction and Refiner Faction were the weakest of the seven disciples, for better or worse, he was still a direct disciple. He did not imagine that he would encounter direct disciples in the second round in 29 matches.

Thinking of this, Ou Chuyang shook his head with a wry smile. This is normal. After all, he is not a seed player, so he has no way to enter the finals.

In his first few games, he inevitably met direct disciples or people like Jiang Lanjian. Relatively speaking, it is also good to start with square starting point.

Fang Qi smiled as he looked at Ou Chuyang. "We missed each other in the group stage, but in the end, we fought against each other in the second round. It was so unfortunate to meet me here. So far, it's already very good that you can maintain a series of unbeaten victories. In this round, there are only 15 people left to win the championship. Of course, your lucky journey must end now.

Ou Chuyang smiled happily, revealing his white teeth. "I think I'm lucky. I met you, not a good person like Jiang Baoyun or Ouyang Ming. This kind of sunshine is not bad."

Fang Qi's face immediately sank when he heard Ou Chuyang's ridicule. He admitted that he was not as good as Jiang Baoyun and people like him, but even so, he still had to provoke him by Bo Jin, a rural martial artist from 36 countries like Ou Chuyang. What qualifications must he look down on?

"Okay! What a arrogant tone! I'm ready to show you mercy on behalf of us in the same group, but now you have enough confidence. If you are seriously injured, don't blame me!" Fang Qi snorted coldly, his feet moved, and then he appeared on the stage.

The audience immediately cheered and cried. In order to increase their momentum, the disciples of the "Campaign" even drafted miniature sounds to amplify their cheers to increase their cheers. Even for the small disciples of the camp, the formation of this small formation is a piece of cake. Naturally, Fang Qi's cheers rushed directly into the sky, and it was not an exaggeration to call them earth-shaking.

Fang Qi! Fang Qi!"

"Fang Qi, you must win!"

Especially those disciples who envy, jealous and hate Ou Chuyang, they are qualified to compete for the top ten. These disciples shouted loudly until their throats were sore.

"Kill him! Eliminate him!"

"Destroy that loser!"

"Down the country guy!"

This is the advantage of home court advantage. Ou Chuyang stood on the stage and had become the number one enemy of the public. The low cheers of martial artists from 36 countries quickly passed; even if they were from 36 countries/regions, more than 90% of them did not believe that Ou Chuyang would win. As time passed, the power, prestige and reputation obtained by the title of direct disciple was too heavy. Even Qin Ziya had a serious look. He did not expect Ou Chuyang to meet direct disciples so soon.

At this time, a real essential voice came from Lin Ming's ears, "Please defeat him!"

Ou Chuyang turned and stretched out, surprised to find that the hidden Jing Chanyu stood 200 feet away, looking at him with wide eyes, full of hope and expectation for him. Ou Chuyang smiled and glanced at the audience. He saw many martial artists from 36 countries staring at him, his fists tightly clenched, and similar hope and desire to dye their faces.

Instead of cheering loudly like the disciples of the Seven Deep Valleys, they sat there quietly, clenched their fists. Perhaps not because they didn't want to cheer, but because they had no energy and confidence.

The inferiority complex of martial artists from 36 countries has been defeated and cannot be eliminated at all!

The foundations and resources of these 36 countries are scarce, and 90% of their resources must be delivered to the seven deep valleys!

How many martial artists end up leaving hidden wounds on their stretching bodies because they cannot afford it or find herbs that can cure them, and ultimately lead to their final disability?

How many artists risk their lives in the jungle to find vicious beasts to earn dozens of gold coins? How many are looking for those basic beast materials that the disciples of these sects would never care about?

Due to the lack of inheritance and heritage, how many martial artists have finally practiced inferior second-class farming methods?

In order to reach the legendary "pulse condensation" field, many martial artists have struggled all their lives, leaving only despair!

However, martial artists in the seven deep valleys have natural advantages. They eat rare vegetables and high-quality beast meat that ordinary martial artists dream of. They have the best treasures, genuine real stones, can study the core legacy from a sect, have top-notch cultivation methods, have herbs that help and exercise body stretching since birth, and all kinds of magical medicines that can be used.

Even though they are as stupid as pigs, as lazy as they do nothing every day, because of their birth, they can at least easily reach the pulsed clotting period!

The direct disciples of the Seven Deep Valleys are the pinnacle existences of these characters and their representatives.

This battle with Fang Qi not only represents Ou Chuyang, but also represents the inferiority of martial artists from 36 countries, all their hopes and dreams. Ou Chuyang is their weapon to declare war on their direct disciples!

The reason why these disciples of the seven deep valleys cheered like crazy madmen was because they hoped that Fangqi would maliciously destroy Ou Chuyang. In their hearts, martial artists from these 36 countries were just begging and begging nothing. How did they tolerate these martial artists who surpassed them? How did they tolerate these martial artists trampling on them, thus violating their natural sense of superiority and dignity?

Ou Chuyang took a deep breath, showing Qing seriousness and seriousness. Not long ago, he was one of these ordinary martial artists. If he had not experienced a great fortune by chance, he might have risked his life to prey on dangerous beasts in the jungle. He would also practice wholeheartedly, leaving only hidden wounds on his stretching body. He did not even have a decent way of farming!

"I will definitely win this game. Not only will I win, but I will win with my strength so that I can take back all the mistakes I have made against martial artists in 36 countries! This is our justice!"

Ou Chuyang clenched his fists, and the tiny units in his body began to resonate. 5,000 vibrating true essence threads condensed on his fists, perfectly blending with the thunder.

At this time, the referee has not even announced the start of the game.

Fang Qi noticed that the real essence fluctuated on Ou Chuyang's stretch. He smiled and said, "Are you nervous? No matter what you plan, the final result will not be changed. In fact, you don't even need to prepare. After the game starts, I will allow you to walk three steps! You will have enough time to do whatever you want to do sunny."

Ou Chuyang Sicily said: "I don't need anything from you."

"Haha, in the face of your rural fighting martial artist from 36 countries, if I can't allow you to take three moves, what kind of direct disciple will I become?"

Fang Qi's voice reached the farthest corner, as if a faint formation helped it. Even the audience's deafening cheers could clearly hear it.

"Fang Qi, well done!"
Chapter completed!