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

Chapter 78: This is the alien world

The battle was resolved in a flash, and Mo Yu was about to return to the world of heroes to save the situation.

Given the distance he had created before his return, even if the hero Mo Yu could not summon the golden energy, he could only use his internal energy to increase his speed, and he could not pull the mechanical compound bow to snipe Shan Yuru.

But within this period of time, based on his understanding of Shan Yuru, the probability of being caught is not high.

However, the problem is that Qunxia Mo Yu did not send a request for time travel.

I glanced at [Qunxia]'s avatar in the chat group again and saw that it was still there and still lit.

Mo Yu didn't dare to send a message to the group chat in this situation. After all, not everyone was like him, who could spare the time to glance at the group chat in the fierce battle.

"Shouldn't it be a big deal? The worst that can happen is that the 'Black and White Gentleman's' vest falls off."

Mo Yu muttered as he left the competition venue under the guidance of the Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion.

In terms of combat talent, Qunxia Mo Yu might be lacking, but his mana recovery speed is faster than Mo Yu!
Putting aside all factors, in terms of long-distance running speed alone, Mo Yu may not be able to compare with the golden light of the heroes Mo Yu.

Not to mention the endurance, Mo Yu can only barely replenish the consumed energy by moving the Zhou Tian while running, but the hero Mo Yu can make the energy recovery speed greater than the consumption!
This is also the reason why the preliminary round of Luotian Dajiao dragged on for so long, and when Mo Yu took over the battle, his energy was almost full.

"Brother, it's almost your turn next, right?"

Mo Yu walked slowly to the side of Senior Brother Wang Ye. After carefully reading the messages in the chat group, he knew what lot Wang Ye had drawn.

"I'm in Group C. I have to wait until Group B finishes their competition before it's my turn."

Wang Ye's eyes were dazed and he looked listless.

"Brother, you better take it easy. Don't fall asleep on the court later."

With Mo Yu's keen perception of Qi, he could sense that the Qi in Wang Ye's body was still being consumed even at this moment.

He knew Wang Ye's strength, and even now Mo Yu was not sure of winning.

The only thing Mo Yu was worried about was that his senior brother Wang Ye, who loved playing Qimen, would not continue to deduce his Qimen game on the field, and then exhaust his energy and spirit and perform a scene where blood spurted out of all his seven orifices?
If Wang Ye really lost the game in such an abstract way, Taoist Yunlong would definitely hang him up and beat him.

"Ha~"

Wang Ye covered his mouth and yawned loudly, squinting his eyes and smiling: "It's not a big deal, I still know my limits."

He will not leave until his goal is achieved.

Wang also had enough confidence. When he took it seriously, none of the young talents present could pass his test.

"Alright, brother, just be sensible. I'll go look around at other arenas."

Mo Yu shook his head and turned to walk towards other competition venues.

After practicing in seclusion in Wudang Mountain for a month, he was very familiar with Senior Brother Wang Ye's methods, so there was nothing to see.

So Mo Yu chose to stroll around like a street urchin for a while, and see if there was any Qi power he could learn from him.

What disappointed Mo Yu was that after he had a quick tour of all the competition areas, only Jia Zhengliang's twelve flying knives of immortal slaying caught his eye.

After all, what young man doesn't have a dream of becoming a sword immortal?!
Unfortunately, Mo Yu saw at a glance that this method of controlling objects required one to infuse his true Qi into the objects being controlled from a young age in order to nurture them.

It takes a very long time to be able to control the object to the point where it can be driven at will, as if it were an extension of your arm.

However, this method has a fatal flaw.

Just like Shan Yuru's jade ring, once the weapon that carries her life is taken away by the enemy, the whole person will be basically half useless, and her combat effectiveness will be significantly reduced.

But he is really handsome!
"I stole it. When I have time, I'll also cultivate a flying sword to play with."

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, silently feeling the energy in Jia Zhengliang's body, evolving it with Tai Chi power in his body.

But he did not copy it completely, but instead referred to Shan Yuru's demonic energy.

After all, although Shan Yuru's combat effectiveness decreased after losing the pair of jade rings, the decrease was actually not very large.

Compared with Jia Zhengliang's sword-fighting method, Shan Yuru's Heavenly Demon Force Field, a quick-learning method of controlling objects, is more suitable for Mo Yu.

Although it is impossible to control it as if it were his own arm, what if he wants to control a flying arrow instead of a flying sword?
He used his mechanical compound bow to shoot out supersonic-level steel arrows with added energy, and even those as strong as Shan Yuru or the two Xuanming Elders had to retreat.

If the arrow he shot could turn in mid-air.
The corners of Mo Yu's mouth curled up uncontrollably. The next time they meet, he will shoot the teeth of this evil witch Shan Yuru!

"What are you so happy about? You look so obscene?"

Feng Yaya, who almost came with Mo Yu, poked his thigh and asked curiously.

"I remembered something happy." Mo Yu glanced at the round-faced girl who had been following him and made up an excuse to fool her.

"You're just fooling a child. If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me." Feng Yaya curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

Mo Yu smiled without saying anything. He was indeed fooling the child.

"What do you think of these people?"

Following behind Feng Yaya, Feng Shayan, who was wearing a tight outfit, suddenly asked.

Mo Yu stared at the battle scene where a new group of people were fighting. After a while, he spoke:
"The Tianshi Mansion's allocation mechanism is definitely not random, at least not in the primary election."

"The distribution of strong and weak horses is too coincidental. It's basically two inferior horses against one superior horse, one medium horse, or two inferior horses against two medium horses."

"The top horses won so easily, they barely even used any of their special skills."

Feng Yaya blinked, looking shocked: "Ah? Is that so?"

After hearing Mo Yu's comments, Feng Shayan smiled.

Warlock this thing.

Although the fact that there is a sect called "Shu" among the Ten Lords sounds misleading, it makes people think that most of the sorcerers in the world of extraordinary people come from this sect.

But in fact, the place with the most warlocks is actually the Taoist sect.
The five arts of Taoism, mountain medicine, fortune-telling and divination!

Any Taoist sect with a bit of historical background will have more or less several impressive sorcerer traditions within the sect.

The inheritance of the famous sorcerers Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang is in Langzhong Tiangongyuan, and the inheritance has not been broken to this day.

The Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion was the leader of the Zhengyi Dao and even the leader of Taoism at one time.

Its heritage is so profound that even the Heavenly Masters of all generations could not tell how much was hidden within their own sect.

It is perfectly normal for a few warlocks of the senior generation to make some minor adjustments to the draw results of the competition.

This is how the alien world works, the big guys make the rules.

If you have the ability to be the boss, you can write the rules by hand. If you don’t have the ability, just follow the rules.

Don’t play if you’re unhappy!

Anyway, in this kind of competition, the one who can make it to the end must be the strongest in all aspects.

If you can't get first place and become the successor of the Heavenly Master, it doesn't really make much difference whether you are eliminated a few rounds earlier or later.

If you really have the ability, show it in battle. Everyone here is not blind, and you can see your level of ability through fighting.

The golden sun sets in the west, and the sky is filled with colorful clouds.

The preliminary competition also ended, and the 32 winners were gathered together to decide the places for the top 18 matches.

Feng Shayan looked at the note in her hand and chuckled.

"Sister, who did you pick? Let me see, let me see."

Feng Yaya went to take a look out of curiosity, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything due to her height, so she jumped up and down to get a glimpse of what was going on.

The round little head bumped against Feng Shayan's peak which was bound by a black and red tights. The elastic texture showed the excellent physics engine of the real world.

Although Mo Yu didn't look at the note in Feng Shayan's hand, he guessed something from the mischievous smile she gave him.

"Hey, sister, your next opponent is Mo Yu!"

Feng Yaya finally saw the words on the note clearly and let out a cry of surprise.

"I hope you don't surrender as soon as you get on the court."

Feng Shayan started the trash talk session with a smile.

"Ah."

Mo Yu replied indifferently, turned around and left.

It’s not that he doesn’t like to talk trash, it’s just that it’s too early to change his mentality now.

Even if Feng Shayan is defeated now, there is no way to start a fight right away. She won't recover after a night. If she wants to fight, she has to wait until tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)