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Chapter 979 100. Perfunctory in October
Beyond the secret realm of the Hundred Dances War.

There is a lot of people here, and the major dance families, sects, academies and reporters gather here, looking up at the screen divided into squares of small screens.

The status of each contestant in the Hundred Dance Battle is displayed on it, and the largest and most conspicuous big screen in the middle is showing the dazzling performance of each contestant.

"This loose dancer actually mastered the best dance skills of the seventh grade, disco!"

"Hiss...it's actually the long-lost Lord of the Shadow Stream! One divided into three, so terrifying..."

"Hahaha, my Hu'er is really talented, and actually broke through the ninth level of body refining in the dance!"

The heroic laughter caused the envy of the surrounding audience. At this time, the bright eyes changed to the river bank under the cliff, and several teenagers confronted each other.

"Huh? This is not the boy from Fengyun Dance Academy, who are they dancing with?"

There were exclamations from the audience.

"It's still six against five, who is that boy? It actually attracted the Fengyun Dance Academy to gather a crowd to dance..."

"Shh...you're going to die? You even dare to speak ill of the four major dance academies."

Immediately, everyone looked at the seats of Fengyun Dance Academy.

At this moment, in the center of the seat, a young man with an indifferent temperament, dressed in yoga clothes and surrounded by stars from the dance academy, turned his eyes and looked indifferently at the person who spoke before: "Slap your own mouth."

"It's actually Cai Jiyin from the Fengyun Dance Academy..."

"Didn't Cai Qiyue participate in the Hundred Dances Battle?"

"How is it possible, as that person's disciple, I'm destined to walk that person's path again..."

"Then why..."

"It's just disdain. It is said that Cai has only become the ninth-level body refinement two and a half years ago, and he has not yet broken through. I am afraid that he is waiting for the inheritance in the secret realm. At this time, the Hundred Dances War has just begun, and the inheritance has not yet opened... If Cai only enters the arena, the other contestants are no different from turkeys, and I am afraid that only the dancers from the other three dance academies can compete with him."

The sound of applause and applause spread along with the whispers, and at the same time, on the bright screen, Bi Wu, who had already won or lost, suddenly changed.

But seeing that the young man surrounded by Fengyun Dance Academy put his hands on the ground, his posture was very ugly, and he raised one hand precariously.

"Hip-hop dance skills, handstand? Although it is a sixth-grade dance skill, but the opposite is a group of swans... Besides, how long can he last?"

"No...it's not hip-hop!"

An old man was shocked and shouted: "Look carefully at his palm! The palm is not on the ground, only five fingers support it!"

At the same time, the name of the dance technique slowly swayed from the screen.

"The Great Wilderness Prisoner's Sky Finger...five fingers move the universe!"

The swan dance of Fengyun Dance Academy collapsed in an instant, and a shocking exclamation sounded.The only one who can instantly defeat the swan dance group is the legendary...

"Quasi-sacred dance skills..."

In the seat of Fengyun Dance Academy, the exiled young man indifferently swept over the seriously injured student on the screen, and spit out two words: "Trash..."

The surrounding audiences were enlightened one after another, and I am afraid that only the quasi-sacred dance skills have such power.

"Can anyone recognize this student?"

Among the crowd, a shamed middle-aged man approached, cupped his hands and replied, "Master Maiko, it's Quanzi..."

"He failed, you go and get the quasi-sacred dance skills back for him."

Hearing Wuzi's indifferent words, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes flickered with covetousness, and he stepped into the dreamland.

This move caused whispers around, because the middle-aged people have already exceeded the age limit of players, and they are not even players.

"Are you questioning Fengyun Dance Academy?"

A cold shout was like a slap in the face. Looking at the proud expressions of everyone in Fengyun Dance Academy, everyone dared not speak out.

In the dance continent, dancers are respected.In this land, the Super Dance Academy is an out-and-out behemoth, in charge of everyone's life and death.

……

"Why is this copy so strange..."

Seeing a group of sharp-eyed strong men vomit blood one after another, staggering backwards, smelling the fragrance, he hesitated to speak.

"Tell me that you are actually fighting, but you can't see the special effects in the live broadcast."

"You can understand that."

Musu landed on the ground, black hair on his forehead blocked his fierce eyes, and swept over the fallen people.

"It's much easier to accept that way."

Just as Mu Su was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw a silhouette slowly coming from afar.

"father!"

The scarred youth looked at the person who came and exclaimed.

"Hmph, Lord Wuzi ordered me to catch this little beast."

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Su, his eyes skipped coveted: "Little beast, hand over the Great Wilderness Prisoner Finger you learned, I can only use your dance skills for the sake of quasi-sacred dance skills."

"The old bastard depends on you?"

The middle-aged man's face twitched and he was furious: "I see who can save you today!"

tear-

The middle-aged man tore off his jacket abruptly, exposed his chest, raised his arms, raised his feet, and performed a swan dance.

Just the visual impact and soul impact of the raising gesture made Mu Su unable to back up, stepping on a gravel beach with the soles of his feet, he would stand firm.

"Musu! Use the Great Desolate Prison Finger on the enemy!"

While smelling the fragrance and shouting, Mu Su turned over and stood upside down, his flushed face shouted coldly: "Five fingers move the universe!"

The effect is outstanding.

The middle-aged man underestimated the power of quasi-sacred dance skills, and fell to his son's side after only holding on for a few seconds.

"father!"

Mu Su fell down instantly, clutching his red and trembling left arm.

"How are you!"

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, and Mu Su put on a forced smile:

"Another one will be fine..."

……

In front of the bright screen, he exclaimed even more.

Everyone frequently turned their attention to the center of the vortex, the seat of the Fengyun Dance Academy.

"Evil Eye Deacon, I remember this person is your son?"

It seems that the young man who was exiled from the immortal is still indifferent.

"Young Master Dancer, calm down..." An old man bowed down in fear, "The dog and his love Sun underestimate the enemy, please let the old slave personally catch the little beast in front of you."

……

Mu Su watched the injured people and was thinking about how to deal with them.

"grandfather!"

"father!"

The father and son suddenly shouted at the same time, Mu Su turned around suddenly, and saw an old man with white hair walking on the gravel beach.

"Unsatisfactory stuff!"

He cursed at the ashamed youths and middle-aged men, and then stared at Mu Su grimly: "You deserve to be boasted if you lost to Deacon Ben..."

The old man stepped on the ground, and the swan dance posture was more elegant and standard than that of the middle-aged. The posture alone forced Mu Su to use his five fingers to move the universe to fight!

"That won't work, we are not opponents!" Wen Xiang shouted anxiously.

"I know……"

Musu's face gradually turned red, veins appeared on his arm that was shaking like chaff, and his little finger lifted up bit by bit...

"The Great Desolation Prisoner's Sky Finger, four fingers... break the sky!"

I saw the face of the old man with a sneer suddenly change, staggering back and falling down, and the three generations of grandparents gathered together.

The exhausted Mu Su fell straight down, lying on his back on the gravel beach, his face and arms were already red.

After recovering for a while, Mu Su supported himself to climb up, raised his head, and faced the screen, his palm slowly swiping across his neck.

(End of this chapter)