The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 116 fulfill you!
Before Patriarch Ling could speak out, Leng Aofeng rephrased Patriarch Fu's speech slowly, even the tone of voice was exactly the same, "Patriarch Ling doesn't have to be so angry, it's all a competition among juniors, Wuhan is young , I don’t know how to strike, and I accidentally made a heavy hand, and I ask Haihan, the head of the Ling family, not to care about the younger generation.”

As soon as these words came out, Patriarch Ling's choked mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.
In the end, Leng Wuyou, Fu Lianyi, Fu Chuan, Leng Wuhan, and Leng Wushuang advanced to the final round.

With five people, there will inevitably be one bye.

"Fourth sister, what number did you catch?" Leng Wuyou looked at Leng Wushuang with her phoenix eyes, and spread her bare hands in front of her eyes.

Leng Wushuang put the ball into Leng Wuyou's palm and smiled, "I haven't read it yet, here, help me."

Leng Wuyou nodded, slightly shook the hand that received the ball, and then opened it, "Fourth Sister, you're getting a bye!" He said and returned the ball to Leng Wushuang.

Leng Wushuang was taken aback, "I have such good luck?" After taking the ball and looking at it, inside the opened ball was a white note, the note was empty, without any traces, Leng Wushuang was surprised, " Really!"

Leng Wuhan took a deep look at Leng Wuyou from the side, Leng Wuyou met his gaze, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Leng Wuhan patted her little head, feeling helpless, but a soft light shone in the ice-hardened pupils.

In the first scene, Fu Lianyi faced Leng Wuhan.

Fu Lianyi and Leng Wuhan made moves everywhere, and Fu Lianyi won.

In the second round, Leng Wuyou faced Fu Chuan.

"Leng Qi waste material has entered the top five, this is ridiculous, so many geniuses have allowed a waste material to advance, hey!"

"In the last round, he had a bye."

"It doesn't matter if he has a bye or not, he's a good-for-nothing, and he'll be promoted to the top five."

The faces of the people up and down the stands were not very good-looking, especially those children who participated in the competition, their faces looked like they had eaten something.

Leng Wuyou strolled onto the stage, and when she passed by Fu Lianyi, she heard her say, "Leng Wuyou, see you next round."

Leng Wuyou raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyelids, see you in the next round, won't you see him now?

On the stage, Leng Wuyou and Fu Chuan stood facing each other.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that I would meet you, a good-for-nothing. When I thought about your lack of spiritual power, I was afraid that I would beat you to pieces." Fu Chuan held a white jade folding fan in his hand, Laughing lightly, he didn't pay attention to Leng Wuyou at all. In his opinion, this is just a piece of trash who can only enter the top five by luck. As for Fu Zijun who was defeated by him, ha, he is just a It's just more advanced trash.

"Oh, you can admit defeat!" Since you are afraid, you can just admit defeat, or just stand there without making a move.

When Fu Chuan choked up, he would only admit defeat if his brain was kicked by a donkey, but, "I will make you unable to even admit defeat."

Saying that, he opened the folding fan in his hand and tore it, a golden light flew out from the tip of the fan, directly hitting the center of Leng Wuyou's eyebrows.

Leng Wuyou snorted coldly, leaned back, and Jin Mang brushed the tip of her nose, "Since you don't even want to admit defeat, then stay in this ring."

Leng Wuyou's gaze sharpened, and as soon as he took a step, the person was behind him.

Fu Chuan smiled darkly, and the white jade fan swirled out, "I want to stand on top of the ring."

"I will fulfill you." Letting you lie on this ring, as a bed for you, how good it is!
The white jade fan was wrapped in a layer of golden light, whirling and cutting towards it, Leng Wuyou did not retreat but advanced, his plain hand clenched into a fist, and punched the white jade fan at the center of rotation.

As if ten thousand catties of strength had been injected into the small fist, the white jade fan was sent flying with one punch.

"What?" Fu Chuan was terrified, and before he had time to make any other movements, Leng Wuyou had already approached, his plain white fist magnified in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be a demon in the boy's cold and stern black eyes, that demon was standing in the black In the hell of hell, he bared his teeth and claws at him, as if he would rush out the next moment and tear him to pieces.

A gust of cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, his eyes were filled with fear, and he subconsciously wanted to back away, but Leng Wuyou's fist had already hit him in the face.

A quarter of an hour later, Fu Chuan stayed on the ring as he wished, but instead of standing on the ring as he expected, he lay down on it.

After hearing the announcement of the result, Leng Wuyou got off the ring very calmly, as if the devil who beat Fu Chuan was not him.

Fu Chuan was seriously injured, twice as much as Si Ruoqing.

The big elder Fu Hai who acted as the referee's eyes were red, looking at Leng Wuyou so much that he couldn't swallow her alive.

The people who watched the battle were also stupid.

"Didn't you say that Leng Qi is a waste material?"

"How did he win against Fu Chuan at the [-]th level of the Heavenly Spirit?"

"He doesn't use spiritual power, but relies on pure physicality. Is he a warrior, but he has no fighting spirit!"

Everyone's eyes were in chaos, Patriarch Fu furrowed his brows fiercely, squinted his eyes and pointed his consciousness to Leng Wuyou again, only this time he met Shang Leng Wuyou's emotionless eyes.

Patriarch Fu felt a chill in his heart at this glance, as if he was being targeted by a bad wolf. After recovering, Patriarch Fu's brows never loosened.

(End of this chapter)