Traveling through the ages: the apocalyptic couple salted fish lie down and win!

Chapter 903 Competition 14
Feng Rui didn't care what the other party said, and continued to speak: "Actually, with the ability of Fellow Daoist Mu, there are not many contestants who can become your opponent, so your chances of winning are quite high."

Mu Ziteng nodded, "Yeah."

It's not that he blows, he is very powerful.

"us……"

"The referee is here and the game is about to begin."

Feng Rui wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jian Qingling's words.

He immediately looked towards the ring, and sure enough the referees were on stage, and even a few immortals had already arrived on the high stage.

Mu Ziteng suddenly felt that the jade card was different, looked down, and saw that the jade card hanging on his waist was flickering. He picked it up and saw that it was a signal to remind him to go on stage.

He said to his daughter-in-law beside him, "Xiao Ling, I'm going up."

Jian Qingling nodded, "Quick battle and quick decision."

Mu Ziteng smiled, stretching out his hand to touch the top of her head.

Withdrawing his hand, he nodded to Feng Rui and Na Lin, and flew towards the ring.

His opponent was already standing opposite him waiting for him, the two held each other's fists, and after reporting their names, the male cultivator on the opposite side raised his long sword and shot in the direction of Mu Ziteng.

The sword light changed from one to three sword lights in mid-air, and the three sword lights were controlled by the master, changing to the upper, front, and rear directions, attacking Muziteng at a very high speed.

Muziteng's body was covered with a layer of thunder light one meter away, and the moment Jian Guang touched that layer of lightning light, it melted immediately.

When the male cultivator saw that his sword light had been dealt with so easily, his heart sank, and he flew into the air, making a tactic with one hand, and then lightly pointed his finger on the sword.

The sword in his hand seemed to be glaring as if he had taken a big tonic pill, and his body was surrounded by a layer of golden light. The male cultivator slowly raised his sword-holding hand, and the golden light flashed magnified on the sword. The phantom giant sword Split towards Muzivine.

The moment Mu Ziteng slashed at him with the giant sword, he felt that the giant sword had a slight suppressing effect on his body, but this kind of suppression was useless to him.

Even so, there was no need for him to fight head-on, and he easily jumped away before Jian Guang arrived.

At the same time, he made a tactic with both hands, and soon the entire arena became dark, and then there were dense thunderbolts, directly submerging the arena.

Seeing this, the male cultivator who was still floating in the air was startled, and immediately jumped to the ground, and took out the aura shield on his body. Not only that, he also took some eighth-rank defensive talismans on his body.

Although he didn't feel any pressure from the lightning, but for some reason, he just felt a palpitation from the lightning.

It was only an instant for Nanxiu to do all this, and Lei Dian also came towards Nanxiu at this time.

The lightning crackled and hit Nanxiu's body, and the defensive talisman was split into ashes by the lightning in an instant. Nanxiu quickly took several pictures of the talisman for himself.

It's a pity that the talisman shattered as soon as it appeared. On the contrary, his spiritual power shield could persist for a while before it shattered. He simply added two layers of spiritual power shields to himself, and sprinted towards Muziteng with his sword in hand.

This time Mu Ziteng didn't dodge any more, a ninth-grade magic weapon appeared in his hand, and he went straight to meet it, and had a head-on collision with Nanxiu.

Nanxiu was hit by the impact and retreated more than ten meters, but Mu Ziteng not only did not retreat, but took advantage of the victory to pursue, faster than the speed of Nanxiu's retreat.

The moment Nanxiu stabilized his footing, Mu Ziteng's figure appeared beside Nanxiu and kicked him towards the edge of the ring.

This kick was so powerful that it directly sent the opponent flying off the ring.

The moment the opponent stepped out of the ring, the thunder and lightning above the ring disappeared instantly.

The male cultivator who was kicked off the ring didn't suffer any injuries, except for the faint pain in the place where he was kicked, there was no other trauma at all.

He slowly stood up and looked up at the ring. He still didn't understand why he was kicked off the ring.

It doesn't matter if you get kicked off the ring.

He has self-knowledge, this competition, he can't go to the end, and it's only a matter of time before he gets eliminated.

It's just that he was kicked off the ring so quickly, isn't it too fast?
Did he lose face?
After hearing the referee's announcement of Mu Ziteng's victory, Jian Qingling withdrew her eyes and looked at the male cultivator who had been kicked off the ring by Mu Ziteng. Seeing the indescribable expression on the other side's face, she burst out laughing.

This male cultivator is probably wondering why he was kicked out of the ring so quickly?
Hehe, it was his bad luck to meet Muziteng.

It is even more unlucky to meet an opponent who was told by his daughter-in-law to make a quick fight.

As soon as Mu Ziteng got off the ring, Feng Rui quickly came to his side.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Mu."

Mu Ziteng replied with a smile, "Same joy, same joy."

He won, isn't Lingya City one step closer to winning the first place?Naturally we are happy together.

"Haha..." He loved hearing these words, "Let's go back to the camp, I'll treat everyone to a drink."

I was happy at first, but I was even more happy when Muziteng said it. Everyone should celebrate together.

"President Feng's treat, it's really great, let's go, go back." Nalin heard that the opportunity was rare, and immediately echoed, not forgetting to pull Jian Qingling.

"Haha. Fellow Daoist Nalin is still refreshing, let's go, Fellow Daoist Mu."

Mu Ziteng nodded.

He was the only one competing this afternoon. Those contestants in Lingya City probably remembered the reason why they sold the talismans to monks in other cities two days ago, but not to them. None of them came to watch him compete.

Even Li Jiali and Meng Xianghui, who were able to exchange a few words before, haven't spoken to the couple these two days.

If you don't come, don't come, it's not like he can't win the game without the spectators of those few people.

"Hey, I said, President Feng, are you going too far, don't you want to treat me? Why did you forget us?"

Just as Feng Rui turned around, Qing Kui's flattering voice came from behind.

He gritted his teeth secretly, took back his steps, looked at Qing Kui and Yue Qiong who were walking towards him, and said with a dry smile: "It turns out that fellow Daoist Qing and fellow Daoist Yue are also here. I wonder where the two of you were watching the match just now? What next?" Didn't see you?"

It means why don't you come to watch the game in the same place as them? "Could it be..." I went to watch other competitions in the arena.

"The lightning power of fellow Daoist Mu is really extraordinary."

Before Feng Rui could say anything provocative, Yue Qiong complimented Mu Ziteng.

He couldn't feel any deterrent thunder and lightning, but suddenly dissipated several layers of defensive shields on the opponent's body. He could only imagine how powerful it was.

Mu Ziteng pursed his lips, this Yue Qiong was really cunning, "It's just so-so, I haven't played much."

He didn't use his powers today. On stage, he always attacked the opponent with spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)