Chapter 181 Both lose

Zhuo Yuhan naturally did not know the bet between Murong Bingyun and Murong Yage. At this time, she was trying her best to cope with Fuyao's attack. In a blink of an eye, the two have fought for more than 30 rounds. Zhuo Yu fought against the strength of the pilgrimage and the advantage of the Canglong Jueguan to barely keep the adequacy of Taiyuan's true spirit.

But Fu Yao is not decadent at all. On the contrary, the more brave he fought, the more brave he became. The dragon scale gun in his hand sometimes shot like a real dragon, sometimes like a dragon swinging his tail, tricky, mysterious and dazzling.

Meet your opponent.

Zhuo Yuhan didn't feel this feeling until this moment. In the previous battle, either the other party was very weak, and he defeated the other party in a few moves. Or it's ridiculously strong, and it's not the same grade at all. Only the current Fuyao made Zhuo Yuhan find this kind of battle between Bozhong.

Unconsciously, Zhuo Yuhan has put it all into it, and every punch and every palm has become skillful. At this moment, he forgot the move and the routine. He made one move, and the next move came at will and used it with his hands. With dripping and joy, Zhuo Yuhan really felt the pleasure of the battle.

Suddenly, he shook the dragon scale gun and turned his body. The dragon scale gun was like a living real dragon, flying with unparalleled momentum. Zhuo Yu's cold heart moved, and the "overlord's hard broken reings" in Bajiquan came out, avoiding the edge and folding the rein.

"One shot back."

Fuyao's flying body suddenly stopped, and the dragon scale gun rolled out and made a move to "back the horse gun."

"Cleft the claws of the sky."

Zhuo Yuhan's head was biased, and suddenly cut off a few rays of black hair by the gas. Seeing that the long gun swept over again, Zhuo Yuhan was in a hurry and became wise, and the real energy was running. The previously devoured split palm merged with the yellow warbler's claws of Bajiquan, and its claws poked out as fast as lightning. This scratch seemed to crack everything, and immediately killed the dragon scale gun. Grasp the sharp wire.

"Drink." He shook his body, took the gun as the guide, and kicked his legs fiercely.

"Eight-character formula, shake the word formula."

Zhuo Yuhan's body did not dodge, and raised his knee directly. Eight-jiquan eight-character formula, the knee corresponds to the "shake" formula, the so-called hard shake assault, as long as the knee "shake" is used well, it is also a big kill move.

"Kka."

The long legs and knees crossed fiercely, and suddenly the gas exploded and made a click sound. Zhuo Yuhan and Fu Yao's bodies also quickly separated, three feet away from each other.

"Released. Sure enough, I'm right. Only you are the opponent I should look for.

Fuyao held a dragon scale gun and pointed to Zhuo Yuhan from afar. His sword eyebrows raised and said with some excitement.

"Me too." Zhuo Yuhan closed his fist and stood with his hands on his side. Although his heart was full of blood, there was a vigorous fighting spirit, and his blood was burning.

"If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win or lose. Let's decide the winner with one move. Regardless of success or failure, I am willing to make you as a friend. Fu Yao said.

"It's exactly what I want. Let's take action. I just want to see your silent shooting.

Zhuo Yuhan took a step and said firmly. It is difficult to find opponents and hard to find bosom friend. Fu Yao is the best opponent Zhuo Yuhan has met so far. At this moment, in the hearts of the two, victory or defeat is no longer important.

"Okay. My silent shooting method is a set of ancient martial arts that I inadvertently got. After three years of hard practice, I only understood the first style. Take it.

With a shaking wrist, the dragon scale gun suddenly revived like a real dragon, pointing to the sky. Together with the shooting skills, a breath of silence, loneliness and silence permeated, as if the whole person was in a wilderness, desolate heaven and earth, and everything was shattered.

"Good luck. Then let's have a good fight."

Zhuo Yuhan shouted, and the true spirit was mobilized. At the same time, he also brought the eternal secret method "Don't use the hidden dragon" to the extreme. The bright palm poked out, and the dragon crown above his head turned rapidly. A vigorous Taiyuan true spirit poured down, and a roll of complex dark blue inscription symbols rotated in his palm, which was very mysterious and profound.

"The first type of silent shooting, unprecedented."

With a pointing of the long gun, the artistic conception of the silent shooting method was immediately displayed, as if the whole martial arts platform was included by his martial arts artistic conception. The heaven and the earth were bleak, and the shadow was alone. There was no one before, and there was no one after that, and everything would be silenced.

"The pilgrimage, the palm of the God."

Zhuo Yuhan's eyes emitted a fine light, and the real qi ran crazily, with five fingers. At this moment, he seems to become an indomitable giant, experiencing eternal disasters, covering the sky with one hand and breaking the sky with one hand.

"Boom."

The people around Wutai only saw two qi colliding with each other crazily, making a deafening sound. Then the whole Wutai smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the slates turned into powder and gravel, and swept away with the turbulent turbulence.

"It is indeed worthy of the two dark horses in this competition. That's awesome."

"Zhuo Yuhan, let's see if you die this time."

"Zhuo Yuhan, you must win. The future happiness of this princess is all in your hands.

The two performed the most powerful martial arts, and for a moment, everyone talked about it. Many students of the Academy are full of envy and shock. Wei Yan smiled coldly, and Princess Bingyun was extremely nervous.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and finally revealed the scene on the martial arts stage. The victory or defeat is about to be revealed. If you win, you can successfully enter the top six of the list. If you lose, you will be out of the top ten of the list.

The scene in the war at this time is quite unexpected. The two half knelt on the ground, their heads were loose, their clothes were broken, and the dragon scale gun in their hands had fallen weakly to the ground. After a while, the two slowly looked up and looked at each other for a moment. In the end, Zhuo Yuhan took the lead in saying.

"Do you still have the strength to fight again?"

"What about you?" Fu Yao did not answer and asked in a hoarse voice.

Although their voices were low, everyone held their breath at this moment. The whole arena was quiet and audible, and their voices came to everyone's ears word for word. Just when everyone can't figure out whether to win or lose. Fu Yao and Zhuo Yuhan looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time. The voice was cheerful, satisfied, and a little presumptuous.

"Haha..."

"Who will win and who will lose? What does this mean?"

The whole problem coincidentally emerged in everyone's mind.

Above the pavilion, Murong Bingyun turned his head and looked at Murong Yage and asked, "Auntie, are they?"

"Woth, the bet is invalid." Murong Yage's eyes flashed with a crystal light, and then said calmly.

Just as Murong Yage's voice fell, the two people on the martial arts platform fell down at the same time and fainted.

"Wan, is it flat? It turned out to be such a result."

"Both sides are defeated. Now it's cheaper to be the rest of the list, without two such horrible competitors."

"Da Damn it. Dong Shichang, didn't you say it was foolproof? Now, how do you explain it?

Wei Yan slapped and smashed a roof under him, turned around and shouted harshly at Dong Shichang.

"This... my subordinates didn't expect that even Fuyao could kill him. I'm afraid no one can kill him except Chen Batu." Dong Shichang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said a little.

"Hateful! It's really hateful. Zhuo Yuhan, I, Wei Yan, will not kill you and swear not to be a man. Wei Yan clenched his fist with hatred and left.

"Big boss!"

"Yu Han!"

The people of Yuhuamen did not expect that it would be such a situation of both defeats. They jumped off the martial arts platform one after another and helped Zhuo Yuhan up with seven hands and eight feet. At this time, Zhuo Yuhan and Fu Yao were really embarrassed, with loose hair and untidy clothes.

The game continued, and this game ended in a draw. The college will consider the final conclusion.

At this time, there was a lot of ** in the whole arena, and there were different opinions. Everyone is discussing who Zhuo Yuhan and Fu Yao should be promoted smoothly, and it seems that it is difficult for them to participate in the follow-up competition. Murong Yage looked at the scene below in the pavilion, and his sexy lips gently swelled. The next moment, he had disappeared from the chair and appeared in the center of Wutai. The moon-white sleeve robe was swinging, and the injuries on the two people immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Murong Yage is the vice president of Tianmu College. She has a high reputation in the college. As soon as she appeared, a breathtaking temperament immediately calmed everyone down. In everyone's heart, they are unwilling to go against the will of such a noble person like a queen.

The moment Murong Yage left, Murong Ranxi, who had always been indifferent, suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "My aunt's cultivation is getting stronger and stronger."

"Brother, isn't it good for aunt to be strong?" Murong Bingyun looked at Murong Ranxi and asked.

"It's better for you not to know something. As long as you remember to be happy every day, your brother will deal with everything. The cold color in Murong Ranxi's eyes slowly melted, and he stretched out his palm and stroked Murong Bingyun's head dotingly. However, through those dark and deep eyes, it seems that you can see all kinds of unknown secrets contained in them.