Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 101 The Depressed Lingyu Zhenren

When Zhang Lingyu personally admitted his failure.

The whole place was in an uproar!

If Zhuge Qing was the seeded player to win the championship, he was defeated by the unknown Wudang disciple Wang Ye.

Although everyone was shocked, they could actually accept it.

After all, there are very few people who can understand the magic of Qimen, and the battles between the sorcerers leave everyone basically confused.

What's more, seeded players are just seeds.

The reason why Zhuge Qing has received so much attention is largely due to his good looks and the name of the Zhuge family, as well as the fame he has accumulated in the extraordinary circle over the years.

If we really want to talk about their strength, it is hard to say for many male mutants, at least you have to fight and compare them to find out.

But Zhang Lingyu is different. Completely different!
His "Zhang" is a false surname.

He is being trained as the next generation of Heavenly Master!

Even in this Luotian Grand Ceremony, most of the extraordinary people felt that the champion would definitely be Lingyu Zhenren before participating, and the rest of them participated in this competition just for fun and were just runners-up.

Moreover, unlike Zhuge Qing's methods that no one could understand, whether it was the golden light or the thunder method, these methods were real and could be understood by the extraordinary people present.

Can you break Zhang Lingyu's golden light?

Can you withstand Zhang Lingyu's thunder magic?

Everyone has some rough idea in their mind, and you can get a rough idea of ​​this kind of thing by just making a quick estimate.

The reality of the extraordinary world is still based on physics.

If you can’t break through the defense, you can’t break through the defense. If you can’t withstand it, you can’t withstand it.

However, such a perfect Lingyu Zhenren was defeated by Mo Yu, an equally unknown Wudang disciple!
What's even more outrageous is that any extraordinary person can see the shortcomings in Mo Yu's cultivation.

This is as outrageous as an unknown substitute who had just participated in the youth training camp, who came down from heaven in the quarterfinals of the S game and beat five people with one blow, and shut out the team that the great devil Faker was on!
No, it's even more outrageous.

After all, in the field of e-sports, one's own strength is declining year by year, while the older one gets in cultivation, the higher the level of cultivation becomes.

Are all the Wudang disciples this year so outrageous?

Zhuge Qing vomited blood when he was attacked by magic!

One who directly forced Master Lingyu to admit defeat!

And these are just two of Wudang's less famous disciples.

Everyone was speculating, could there be such an outrageous thing in Wudang Mountain?

Ignoring the chaotic audience stands.

Mo Yu slowly walked out of the arena which was in a mess due to the fight between the two.

He was just about to put his hands in his pockets.

But he suddenly realized that his Taoist robe and vest were shattered by Zhang Lingyu's water thunder.

At this moment, Mo Yu was only wearing a pair of tattered shorts, and he didn't know when his shoes had dissolved into the dirty water.

If there weren't so many people watching, Mo Yu would have at least had some dignity.

Following Zhang Chulan walking his bird under the moon, there might be another fun event where Mo Yu walks his bird at noon.

"Amazing! You're worthy of being the one Feng Yaya has chosen!"

The round-faced little girl appeared out of nowhere, stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and patted Mo Yu's back, with her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

It's quite similar to the way I felt at Changbanpo when I and Uncle Zilong went in and out seven times among millions of soldiers.

"Brother Mo, clothes."

Feng Xingtong walked a few steps behind Feng Yaya, came over with a black Taoist robe, and handed it to Mo Yu with a smile.

Although everyone knew that Mo Yu joined the Tianxiahui halfway through.

But being able to recruit a strong man like Mo Yu into the Tianxia Association is itself a symbol of strength!
Even Mo Yu chose Tianxiahui. If the other young people want to make some extra money, they will think about Tianxiahui.

This is where fame and celebrity endorsements come into play.

Mo Yu took the Taoist robe and casually put it on, and he returned to his lazy look.

Feng Xingtong looked at the electric marks all over Mo Yu's body and asked worriedly, "Brother Mo, are you okay?"

"It's not a big deal. There's no damage inside. They're just superficial injuries. They look scary. But in fact, I need to rest for a few days before the damaged flesh grows back." Mo Yu buttoned his collar, put his hands in his sleeves and said with a dead look in his eyes.

"Brother Mo, will you still play in the next game?" Feng Xingtong asked, scratching his head.

"Ha~ Let's fight. I have nothing to do anyway."

Mo Yu yawned loudly. The battle with Zhang Lingyu just now really consumed a lot of his physical and mental strength.

"By the way, the next match is between Feng Baobao and Jia Zhengliang, right?"

"Correct."

Feng Xingtong thought about it carefully, then nodded in affirmation.

"There's nothing to see. I'm going back to sleep for a while."

Mo Yu actually watched one of Feng Baobao's battles at first, but later he stopped going.

He relies entirely on instinct to fight, using his Yuan Qi, which is as strong as his Zhen Qi, to fight against others.

Even with Mo Yu's fighting talent, he couldn't learn anything useful from Feng Baobao.

It is a pure beauty that is unique to numbers, and any additional technique will destroy this beauty.

Level 5a combo > aqaaa.
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The waterfall flows loudly and gathers into a shallow pool at the foot of the mountain.

The water level was less than knee-high.

Zhang Lingyu, wearing a clean white Taoist robe, was practicing boxing in the shallow pool, letting the splashing water from the waterfall hit his body.

Use the coolness of the water to cool down your brain and heart.

“I’m still a long way from here.”

"Not to mention seniors like Master and Elder Lu, even fellow Daoists Wang Ye and Mo Yu, who are my peers, are far more mature than I am."

"And Zhang Chulan. Under that clown mask, there seems to be something deeper that I can't see through."

"Lu Linglong, Huang Ming, the sexual skills of the two Quanzhen Taoist friends are probably far superior to mine."

After finishing a set of punches, Zhang Lingyu turned around and stopped, but a bitter smile was on his face.

He looked up at the sky, but his vision was blocked by splashing water and a fallen leaf. Only out of the corner of his eye could he barely see some clear blue sky.

"Haha, a single leaf can block your view of Mount Tai?"

"Now even my life-cultivation skills, which I was so proud of, have been defeated by Daoist Fellow Mo Yu, who is far inferior to me."

"Zhang Lingyu, ah Zhang Lingyu, what qualifications do you have to be so proud?"

"You are a pig! Stupid pig! Stupid pig!"

"Yet he dares not admit his own stupidity and tries to disguise it."

"Master, I'm afraid he's very disappointed in me?"

In the dense forest not far away, a figure that Zhang Lingyu had not noticed was standing there, staring at him quietly.

"Hmph~ He's still like this."

Xia He took off her disguise, and her waist-length pink hair fluttered in the wind.

"You're not planning on going to see your little lover just like that, are you?"

The disguised Shen Chong appeared behind her at some point and spoke softly.

"." Xia He remained silent.

She almost couldn't control herself just now, and rushed forward regardless of everything to hug the lost Zhang Lingyu.

I wanted to hold him in my arms and comfort him.

However, when Shen Chong appeared behind Xia He, she realized that this was absolutely not allowed!

Wrong time, wrong place.

If I go to see Zhang Lingyu now, my own safety will be in jeopardy.

After destroying Quan Xing's long-planned plan, Xia He could guess with her toes what those Quan Xing monsters would do.

Although she has big breasts, she is not brainless.

"You followed me here, didn't you just want to tell me this?"

Xia He's gaze was still focused on Zhang Lingyu, and she asked without turning her head.

"Mo Yu, you should be familiar with this name. Zhang Lingyu was just defeated by him."

Shen Chong's words made Xia He turn her head and look at him.

"So you're here to provoke me?"

Xia He's tone was calm, but her eyes became dangerous.

Shen Chong, who was also one of the four most arrogant people in Quanxing, knew exactly where the weak spot of the charming woman in front of him was. He quickly waved his hand and said:
"You misunderstood. I have been investigating who killed Hu Jie, and according to my latest intelligence, he was killed by Mo Yu with a single sword strike."

"so what?"

Xia He asked doubtfully.

Her Zhang Lingyu was defeated by Mo Yu, so what kind of trash is Hu Jie?

Considering the level of Hu Jie, that dandy and useless guy.

Even with Shen Chong's ability, is it surprising that he was killed by Mo Yu's sword?
"I won't tell you the reason, but I'm very interested in this Mo Yu. If he still stays in Longhu Mountain after the Luotian Grand Ceremony, would you like to come with him?"

"Count me in!"

Although I don't understand what Shen Chong is trying to do.

But when it came to taking action against Mo Yu, Xia He agreed without hesitation.

How dare he beat my Lingyu so hard that he became depressed? He is rebelling against him!

The word love
Even if you are the best at manipulating other people's desires, you can't avoid being trapped and hurt by love.

In the back mountain, in a small bamboo house.

Feng Shayan, despite being tired and sleepy, was still sitting cross-legged and practicing Aquarius Qi.

"hu~hu~"

However, that bitch Mo Yu came back and fell asleep on her lap, and slept so soundly!
It’s a pity that she used to think so highly of Mo Yu.

As a result, after sleeping together, without the previous filter, when Feng Shayan went to see Mo Yu again, she felt that he was completely different from before.

Mo Yu is a self-centered person who doesn't care much about other people's feelings.

As his strength grows, Mo Yu's style of doing things becomes more casual.

Has Mo Yu changed?

'No'

Feng Shayan shook her head slightly, and what actually changed was her own mentality.

Everyone is multifaceted.

It's like a mountain. You can see different views from different angles.

Feng Shayan previously viewed Mo Yu from the perspective of a high-ranking member of the Tianxiahui and from her own perspective as an extraordinary person.

Then her perspective would naturally focus on Mo Yu's strength and talent, so the person who appeared in her eyes was the martial artist Mo Yu.

He is a man of natural talent, clear mind and high fighting spirit.

This is indeed the case. Even Zhang Lingyu was defeated by him.

His martial arts talent not only did not weaken with the passage of time, but instead continued to refresh people's cognition.

But this cannot cover up the fact that Mo Yu is a bitch!

"Get out of my way and don't disturb me while I'm practicing!"

Feng Shayan pulled Mo Yu's head off her thigh with disgust.

"Hasn't the refining been completed yet?"

Mo Yu was half-dressed in a Taoist robe and placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

The true Qi in his palm evolved into a Yin-Yang millstone, which penetrated into Feng Shayan's body, extracting the pure Yang Qi stagnant in her body from liquid into a gaseous state that was easier to absorb.

Then Mo Yu stroked Feng Shayan's Dantian in the center with one hand, and placed his other hand on her Dantian below the abdomen, guiding her Yuan Qi to flow with his own true Qi.

The heart and kidneys interact, and Tai Chi circulates.

However, after three meridian circulations, Feng Shayan felt that the pure yang energy in her body had been completely refined by herself.

Amazing efficiency!

Feng Shayan's face suddenly darkened.

She forced herself to endure the fatigue and sleepiness, and practiced for an entire morning before she was able to refine two-thirds of it. Mo Yu helped her finish the remaining one-third in just a few minutes.

Then what are my previous efforts worth?
"You guys, you just want your stuff to stay in my body for a while longer, right?" Feng Shayan angrily locked Mo Yu's head.

"I don't have any dirty thoughts."

Mo Yu rubbed himself and found a comfortable position to lie in her arms. Feng Shayan's body was very warm, and hugging her tighter would make him feel more comfortable and gentle.

I can only say that you didn’t know how good girls were when you were young, and you mistakenly treated games as treasures.

Only after he got close to women did he understand why Confucius said that food and sex are part of human nature.

He is worthy of being called a saint!

What a wise saying!

"Use it or lose it. This is an objective law that even with my talent, I cannot escape."

Mo Yu rested his head on the two soft breasts, squinting his eyes in comfort, and began to explain:

"Not to mention the fact that you overcame fatigue and sleepiness to practice with concentration for a whole morning, which honed and strengthened your determination for cultivation."

"If you hadn't done all that work this morning to help your meridians adapt to this refining process, it wouldn't have been so easy for me to help you even if I wanted to."

"Heaven helps those who help themselves. The first hexagram of the Book of Changes says, 'Heaven moves with vigor; the gentleman strives to improve himself constantly.'"

"Shayan, if you work hard, I can give you a push from behind to save you some time and effort. If you don't work hard, even if I want to give you a push, you will have no way forward!"

"not to mention"

Mo Yu turned over and hugged Feng Shayan's soft and delicate body, burying his head in her breasts and muttering, "What I despise most are those who don't understand the way to self-improvement and only know how to beg others with hopeful eyes."

Feng Shayan naturally understood this principle, otherwise she would not have been able to endure such a bad condition and still practice hard for a whole morning.

It's just that the brain is too tired and the mind is severely depleted.

As a result, Feng Shayan was in a very restless mood at the moment, and many things were completely beyond her thinking.

Now the pure yang energy in the body has been refined.

Feng Shayan, whose spirit had been stretched to the extreme, didn't even finish listening to Mo Yu's rambling words, and fell asleep holding his dog head.

(End of this chapter)