Landing in the Fantastic World

Sure enough, after Mu Yu entered, no one stopped him. There were figures in the Soul Palace, and everyone was wearing the same gray robe as him.

"The martial arts competition has started, let's go quickly. Although we are not strong enough, it's fun to watch."

"The first place this time not only has a generous reward, but also can marry the princess of the ancient clan. I'm envious of the dead."

The voices of several soul hall disciples reached Mu Yu's ears.

"Princess of the ancient clan? Isn't that Xun'er?"

Mu Yu made up his mind and followed those disciples closely.

After a while, Mu Yu came to an empty place, surrounded by hundreds of soul hall disciples.

The shouts were like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, deafening.

At this time, on the competition stage, there were already two soul hall disciples competing with each other.

There was an obvious difference in strength between the two, but it was only a few moves, and the lean disciple kicked the other off the stage, spitting at the mouth.

"Vulnerable!" The thin disciple said with some disdain.

"Sigh, the gap between us ordinary disciples and the top ten is too great. Even Wang Ming, who is at the end of the top ten, is not something we can fight against."

"Whoever handicap the palace master gives the best resources to the ten heroes every time, the ten heroes will open such a big gap with us."

"Forget it, we ordinary disciples don't go, this time the reward and the princess of the ancient clan will definitely not escape the palm of the ten heroes."

In the audience, all the ordinary disciples shook their heads and sighed. Facing the mighty Ten Heroes, it was hard for them to resist.

"A bunch of trash, none of them are enough for me, Wang Ming."

Seeing the cowardly appearance of the disciples in the audience, the thin disciple Wang Ming's eyes looked extremely arrogant.

"With this little strength, how dare you be so arrogant!"

At this time, a young and strange voice came from the audience.

All the disciples heard the reputation and looked away.

I saw a young man who was only about sixteen years old, walking slowly towards the competition stage.

The disciples in the audience unconsciously made way for him.

"You are still not afraid of death, so hurry up and see how I can beat you to the ground within three strokes."

On the stage, Wang Ming folded his hands on his chest, his expression still disdainful.

"There is no need for three moves." Mu Yu smiled lightly and said, "Perhaps only one move is needed."

"You still have self-knowledge." Wang Ming couldn't help but sneered for a while, and then said: "Forget it, for the sake of brothers, I will let you make a move first, so that you don't even have a chance to make a move."

"Thank you then."

Mu Yu's body suddenly flashed in place, and the next moment he appeared in front of Wang Ming.

Wang Ming was shocked, and just about to raise his hand to block it, Mu Yu's palm had already landed on Wang Ming's chest.

With a strong inner strength, this palm directly slapped Wang Ming out of the martial arts arena.

"Wow!"

Wang Ming spat out blood, and looked at Mu Yu on the stage with some resentment, but he was unable to stand up again.

I didn't expect myself to be careless.

Wang Ming looked extremely ashamed and annoyed at the moment.

There was an uproar all around, unexpectedly, Wang Ming, one of the ten heroes, would lose to an unknown disciple.

And it was still a defeat.

This simply subverted the idea that the ten heroes were invincible in their hearts.

All the ordinary disciples looked at Mu Yu at this time, their eyes were full of admiration.

Many of their disciples have been ravaged and abused by the ten inhumans.

At this time Mu Yu helped all of them vent their anger.

It not only dealt a severe blow to the proud face of the ten heroes, but also built up their confidence to defeat the ten heroes.

"You just succeeded in a sneak attack, what's so arrogant about it."