The most powerful emperor in the city

Chapter 186 Mo Rushui's Defeat

"Don't be in a hurry to despair, maybe Brother Mo can win, otherwise, he wouldn't come here to fight."

An older disciple comforted everyone. He told everyone to watch the fighting method first. It is hard to say whether they will win or lose.

The two people on the Dou Lingtai were still running their soul fire there, watching each other, but no one took the initiative to make a move first.

Although Ming Wu said that he looked down on Mo Rushui, in fact, he attached great importance to Mo Rushui, because the opponent's strength was almost the same as his, so he should not be underestimated.

"These two people's soul fire is at 89 points, and their spirit skills are also at the peak level. Unfortunately, the one who loses in the end is Mo Rushui."

In the crowd, Lin Yu just glanced casually, and already knew who would win and who would lose.

Because the spiritual art learned by Mingwu should be Soul Condensation Art, which is a low-grade intermediate spiritual art.

And Mo Lingshui's spiritual skills are a little bit worse, it is a low-level primary spiritual skill, and at the same peak level, naturally more advanced spiritual skills are dominant.

Moreover, the opponent's mahogany sword had also been used before, and it was several blocks away from Mo Rushui's iron sword. If he continued to fight, he would only be asking for trouble.

Shaking his head secretly, Lin Yu didn't continue to watch. There was no suspense in this fight, and it was more important to have a full meal in the cafeteria.

As for Bailingmen's provocation, Lin Yu didn't bother to care about it. As long as he didn't bully him, he could just treat them as a group of jumping clowns.

"Mo Rushui, remember my name, Ming Wu, the second strongest inner disciple of Bailing Sect, so that if you lose later, you don't know whose sword you are defeated by."

Ming Wu flicked a sword flower, and said arrogantly.

"Hmph, you want me to remember your name, first you can beat the sword in my hand!"

Mo Rushui didn't admit cowardice at all, and fought back loudly.

"The dead duck has a stubborn mouth, wait and see if you can continue to be so crazy!"

With a sneer, Ming Wu stopped talking nonsense and stood up with his sword.

Mo Rushui did not dare to relax his vigilance and dealt with it carefully.

For a moment, soul fires collided on the Spirit Dou Lingtai, and the sound of two swords colliding continued to resound, and the scene was very intense.

And the disciples in the audience widened their eyes even more, for fear of missing this duel of masters.

After all, for them, this is the strongest fight among outstanding disciples, and they can't miss any fight.

"Is this the battle between the eighth level of soul refining? Just the spiritual pressure makes me a little breathless. It seems that I don't even have a chance to become an excellent disciple. Difficult."

A young inner disciple said involuntarily.

"Senior brother Mo is a genius, but even such a genius can't beat Fang Hao, who is ranked [-]th. It's a joke for you to want to stand out."

Another disciple watching the battle mocked with disdain.

"Ah, look quickly, senior brother Mo seems to have lost the wind, and has been walking backwards on the stage!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise.

Hearing this, everyone stopped talking and looked at Mo Rushui.

"Oh my god, I was really beaten by Mingwu from the Bailingmen. This... is this too ridiculous? Isn't Brother Mo's soul fire very strong? How could it be like this?"

Mo Rushui on the stage gradually lost, which made everyone in the audience anxious.

They don't care about Mo Rushui's life and death, they only care about their own face, this loss, the inner disciples of Maoshan Sect will lose face in the future.

bang!With a loud noise, Mo Rushui's iron sword was pierced in two by Mingwu's mahogany sword, and half of the sword fell to the ground. The sound made everyone's hearts jump into their throats.

"you lose!"

With a loud shout, Ming Wu took advantage of the victory and pursued him, forming a seal on his left hand, and the mahogany sword in his right hand flickered, blowing the dust within tens of meters around the Dou Lingtai, and slashed towards Mo Rushui.

This sword was so powerful that Mo Rushui's face changed drastically. Not only could he not resist, but he also had no way to dodge. The only thing he could do was to continue to retreat.

But...the back is already the edge of the Dou Lingtai, and if you step back, you will fall off the Dou Lingtai.

"I can't get hurt. I still have to work hard to become an excellent disciple. It doesn't matter if I lose a game. As long as I become an excellent disciple, there is always a chance to get back the shame I suffered today."

In just a split second, Mo Rushui made up his mind and jumped off the Spirit Fighting Platform without any hesitation.

"Hey, hey, hey! I didn't read it wrong, did I, brother Mo was knocked down by a sword?"

"It's a shame, why didn't he use his life to fight against the other party? Now, the face of ordinary disciples of our Maoshan sect is completely humiliated!"

The crowd in the audience was stunned for a moment, and then there was a wave of insults, but the object of the insult was not Bailingmen, but Mo Lingshui.

Everyone blamed him for being too useless, for losing the face of the Maoshan faction.

"With your level, how dare you call yourself No. 1 among the ordinary disciples of Maoshan's inner sect? It's ridiculous. Today, I realized that I can sweep away your ordinary disciples alone. In the future, I will continue to sweep away your outstanding disciples!"

Defeating Mo Rushui with one sword made Mingwu's self-confidence extremely inflated, and he laughed loudly on the Dou Lingtai.

But the people in the audience didn't even have the courage to refute, they all clenched their fists, and only blamed all this on Mo Rushui's head.

……

In the cafeteria, Lin Yu finally had the confidence to order those expensive health meals.

Like radish tonic soup, it is all made and sold on the spot, and it is very nutritious.

After waiting for 10 minutes, Lin Yu found a seat by the window with soup and sat down, ready to enjoy the first health-preserving meal in his life.

He took a sip while it was hot, and he didn't think there was any difference between this soup and ordinary radish soup, but he just thought it was delicious, and it really had a nourishing effect on the five elements.

However, such a small bowl of soup cost the teenager more than 120 contribution points.

Lin Yu felt a little distressed when he drank.

"Senior Brother Mingwu, today you have won glory for our Bailingmen. With you alone, you beat up the entire inner sect of the Maoshan sect without even daring to fart. Haha, what a joy!"

"That's right, Brother Mingwu's last sword on the Dou Lingtai scared Mo Lingshui and jumped off the Dou Lingtai. It was really embarrassing. In my opinion, even if Brother Mingwu went to challenge their outstanding disciples, there would be a lot of trouble. Chance to win a few games.”

The young man was drinking soup when he suddenly heard a burst of arrogant laughter coming from a distance.

It turned out that it was a few disciples of Bailingmen who kicked the hall. After winning the battle, they did not leave, but came to the cafeteria to eat.

Their appearance made the other disciples in the cafeteria gnash their teeth angrily, but there was nothing they could do, even Mo Lingshui couldn't beat them.

"Hey, Senior Brother, you see that location is good. It is near the window and you can see the scenery outside. Let's sit there and eat."

A Bailingmen disciple pointed to Lin Yu's location and suggested.

"Well, just sit there, you go and ask the boy who eats to sit elsewhere."

Ming Wu nodded and said to his junior brother.

(End of this chapter)