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"I hope that when you go on the court, the skills in your hands are as strong as the skills in your words."
Although Mu Lilong was half angry, he still had some skills as a master. He ignored Guo Huang and closed his eyes to rest. Guo Huang didn't care and just sat in a corner. A young man with red hair next to him whispered:
"You want to use psychological warfare to anger him? This will make you suffer a lot. Judging from your appearance, you probably haven't heard the name Mu Lilong, right?"
Speaking of which, there is something very strange about the spiritual world. After possessing spiritual energy, people's hair color will change in their own way. For example, the red-haired young man in front of me is obviously an Oriental from the spiritual world. His red hair means that he has fire attribute skills. A certain amount of heat reminded Guo Huang of Hua Weiwei, who practiced the fire dragon magic skill. She also changed her hair color due to the skill, which made both her and Zhen Xue extremely nervous.
"You really haven't heard of it?"
The red-haired young man used sound transmission into the secret, which is a method used by ordinary practitioners to have private conversations. There are similar techniques in both the earth and the spirit world. Compared with the inner sound transmission, it is naturally much different, but what kind of technique is it? All systems can transmit messages through the mind.
"He is practicing the Dead Tree Magic. In the early stage of this kind of skill, he does not practice spiritual energy at all and purely absorbs the essence of all things. As long as he lives in a village or town, everyone has strength, and the spiritual energy gradually weakens, and he lives in the woods. The vegetation will wither, which is like being possessed by an evil spirit. Of course, as a price, he himself will become like the old man who is about to die. Only when this magical skill can directly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, will he return to his original form, so he Almost no one here knows anyone. If he hadn't mentioned his name himself, we wouldn't have recognized him. Almost everyone who practices the Disaster Star Technique is notorious and unpopular. Not only that, he is also ruthless. It¡¯s spicy, so it has a bad reputation.¡±
"What is the disaster star technique?"
"You don't even know this? All the techniques that harm others and benefit oneself are disaster star techniques. People who are with them can be said to have encountered natural or man-made disasters, even if they themselves have no ill intentions."
"I see."
"Anyway, you should be careful. One palm of the Deadwood Magic Skill can wipe out a person's vitality. I heard that if one can reach the highest level of one year and one year of prosperity, one palm of any person's life span will be one year. It's really scary."
"What a weird technique, but one slap lasts a year. How many slaps will it take for me to be killed by him at such a young age?"
Guo Huang said jokingly, the red-haired young man smiled, and then said:
"Let's not talk about whether he can reach the highest level. This skill combined with the palm skill is so weird that it ignores defense. Even if you block all his palms or use Qigong to resist, it will take away a year of your energy. Unless you reach it, Only when the whole body is filled with purple energy can you lock your own vitality."
Guo Huang suddenly understood, no wonder it is called the Disaster Star Technique. No matter whether they are enemies or friends, it feels like they have offended a broom star, which makes people unlucky. Guo Huang pondered for a while and said:
"No technique is invincible. I think the weakness of this technique is that the physical attack power is not strong enough. If someone can defeat him with three punches and two kicks, it will be useless even if he has practiced it to the highest level."
"Three punches and two kicks"
The red-haired young man smiled bitterly. Mu Lilong is a veritable master. Who can defeat him with three punches and two kicks? The spirit general can certainly do it, but the mere Yum Victory Arena will naturally not attract such strong men. Although the spirit general is not as good as Earth Seventy A great sage with more than 100 million people is so rare, and there are no more than a thousand people. The spiritual world is so big, with more than a thousand spiritual generals, many people will never encounter one in their lifetime.
"Anyway, thank you, brother. May I ask what your surname is?"
"My surname is Chi, and I am a non-direct disciple of a very small branch of the Chi family."
The red-haired young man specifically emphasized the words branch and non-lineage. Guo Huang was stunned and suddenly his heart moved. Legend has it that there are eight peak psychics. They are all kings who can rival the gods. They are known as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Of course, they should not be the same as those in Chinese history. The relationship is a coincidence. Among them, the three emperors are Dragon Lords and the five emperors are spiritual generals. Among the five emperors, there is Red Emperor. It was originally just a title, but somehow it became a surname. Although not everyone with the surname Red is related to Red Emperor. But judging from the tone of the red-haired young man, it seems that he is really a member of the Chi family, but it is a small branch and not a direct descendant, so his identity is similar to that of other small families such as Hu Hua.
This also explains why he participated in this kind of competition. Guo Huang feels that cultivators in the spiritual world are very similar to fantasy novels, that is, cultivation requires a lot of resources, elixirs, geniuses, treasures, and many other things. , which the human cultivation world on earth needs very little. Guo Huang doesn't need these things. If he really wants to say that he is a genius and a treasure, of course?Queen Lilith gave him the Holy Fruit from the Naruto world, and the Thunder Fruit from the One Piece world, which should belong to the level of natural treasures in this world.
"My name is Guo Huang, please take care of me."
There is one sentence that Guo Huang has not said yet, that is, if he encounters you as his opponent later, he will show mercy. Because he feels that these words make others sound a little too arrogant, so Guo Huang does not say anything. He will spend half an hour It arrived quickly, and as the name brand glowed, someone's voice was heard saying:
¡°Mr. No. 517 Wood and No. 1134 Guo Huang, it¡¯s your turn to play.¡±
Guo Huang stood up. Mu Lilong sneered and walked out first. Guo Huang also followed. Soon the two of them were standing face to face in the Colosseum. This was Guo Huang's second time. It was at the Colosseum, but there were not so many spectators last time, and their fanatical emotions could easily infect the people in the Colosseum.
"Haha, after enduring it for more than half an hour, I can finally vent my anger. Go to hell!"
After the referee's judgment began, Mu Lilong immediately launched an attack. A green aura appeared on his body. This aura was sometimes as green as a green bamboo, but when he launched an attack, a withered yellow aura appeared on his palms.
"Vitality and withering."
When Guo Huang saw this, he sighed slightly in his heart. It was such a wonderful skill, but the next moment he punched.
¡°Punch, swing, jab.¡±
The first punch shattered the withered yellow energy on Mu Lilong's palm, the second punch shattered his green energy, and the third punch broke his bones and pride. The man named Lilong fell to his knees in an instant. On the ground, unable to move at all, all the cheers and shouts were instantly silenced, and the audience fell into dead silence.
The originally bustling Colosseum suddenly fell silent, and I don¡¯t know how strange it was. Guo Huang waved his hand, looking at his whole upper body stained with some withered yellow, shaking his hands and saying:
"It really has a weird smell."
Finally, the people in the Colosseum reacted. Instead of cheering for victory as usual, they questioned all kinds of things:
"Fake punches are definitely fake punches."
"Yes, how is it possible for a man who wants to win ten consecutive games to be beaten into a dog with three punches?"
"I also placed a bet. Isn't this a real fake punch?"
Just when people were questioning, the referee reacted and said:
"No. 1134 Guo Huang wins."
Facing the dissatisfied boos from many people, the referee said coldly:
"The Colosseum never fakes, otherwise the Yum Arena is meaningless, and we have never done any gambling. Those are shady things. Who is to blame if you lose?"
The referee is also a master. His voice resounded throughout the Colosseum, suppressing all sounds. Everyone stopped. Yes, how could a force and place like the Colosseum manipulate the results of the game? When he was about to cheer for Guo Huang's victory, Guo Huang said to the referee:
¡°It¡¯s too much trouble to come one game at a time. I¡¯m going to achieve ten consecutive victories today, so I¡¯ll let my remaining opponents come together.¡±
"Youwhat did you say?"
The referee was shocked by Guo Huang¡¯s words, far more shocked than when he defeated Mu Lilong with three punches and two kicks. Guo Huang smiled and said:
"I said, I want to fight ten!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com