After the abolition, she just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 54 Winning streak
above the sky.

One hundred arenas are arranged in order from small to large, most of them are empty, only a few arenas are being challenged, and the viewing area is full of monks watching the battle.

The owner of the arena will not stay in the arena all the time, but as long as someone steps into the arena, he can sense it.

At this time, on the smallest arena, a man and a woman stood facing each other.

There is a stone tablet on the edge of the arena with two words engraved on it, one hundred.

"Fellow Daoist really want to challenge me?"

The man's appearance is a bit ordinary, but his temperament is good, and his cultivation base has reached the perfection of the true self, but he did not look down on Tu Yu because Tu Yu's cultivation base is only perfect.

Those who can enter the top [-] of the Tianjiao list will not be any fools. There are only two kinds of people like Tu Yu who have the confidence to leapfrog the challenge. One is a blind and arrogant person, and the other is a peerless genius.

Tu Yu nodded and spoke slowly.

"good."

The man smiled slightly, and his attitude was very friendly.

"Then let's get started, fellow daoist, let's make the first move."

"Thank you."

Tu Yu smiled slightly, holding the long sword in his hand, and rushed out extremely fast.

There was a sound of handover of weapons.

But in a moment, the winner was decided.

"Assigned."

Tu Yu used spiritual power to lift the man up, without stopping, turned around and flew towards the next ring.

Only the shocked man was left in place.

Seeing this, many monks gathered around and followed Tu Yu closely.

Xiong Gungun took a deep breath, and murmured: "It's only been three years, but my junior sister's strength has improved so much!"

"Hmph! This shows that Sister Tuyu is extremely talented. With your current strength, you can only watch from a distance." Mu Liuyan mercilessly stabbed the little fat man in the heart.

"You are not much different from me!"

The little fat man had a look of grief and indignation. His cultivation had finally broken through to the late stage of Liantai, and he thought that he was one step closer to catching up with his junior sister. Unexpectedly, his strength had increased again.

I feel that this realm is useless to Tu Yu. Even if his cultivation encounters a bottleneck, his strength can still improve steadily.

"Okay, stop arguing, you two, or you won't even have a place to watch the battle in a while."

Mu Liuyun chuckled, and patted Mu Liuyan's head.

The two looked up and saw that the viewing area of ​​No. 90 ring [-] was already full of people, and some monks who had no place were parked outside the ring.

"It's because you delayed the time that we didn't even have a place to watch the battle."

Mu Liuyan glared at Xiong Gungun, and flew towards the ring.

Xiong Gungun hurriedly followed, shouting loudly.

"Hey! It's none of my business, didn't you stop here yourself?!"

Looking at the backs of the two, Mu Liuyun shook his head slowly, with some helplessness in his eyes.

These two people can quarrel when they get together, but they like to get together.

Tu Yu waited on the stage for a while, when a soft-looking woman appeared directly on the stage, sizing Tu Yu up and down.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you take a break first?"

Tu Yu shook his head, and said slowly: "It didn't consume much just now, thank you fellow daoist for your concern."

"Hee hee, let's start then."

The gentle woman didn't dare to underestimate Tu Yu, she chose to take the lead, and a red ribbon flew out, winding towards Tu Yu.

Tu Yu dodged the attack with a flash, and rushed towards the woman.

The battle was also over quickly.

"Sorry, it's a bit heavy."

Tu Yu apologetically lifted the pale woman up, and after she stood still, she turned and flew to the next ring.

A group of sluggish monks were left in place.

98...

97...

eighty……

Winning streak all the way.

……

a few days later.

Tu Yu sat cross-legged on the arena, and there were only three arenas left in front of her.

At this time, the monks watching the battle were already numb from shock.

Several monks discussed in a low voice among the crowd.

"Hey, how long do you guys think it will take to win this time?"

"A day or two. It only took her a day to challenge the fourth-ranked one yesterday."

"The strength of the top three is not ordinary, how can you be sure that she will continue to challenge!"

"Hey, she has already won 97 games, is she still afraid of failing in the last three games? I bet she can win the first place!"

"Then I bet she will lose, do you have the ability to bet!"

"I'll give you 100 yuan of top-quality spirit stones, so she can win!"

"I'll offer you 200 yuan for top-quality spirit stones..."

……

Xiu, who was watching the battle, started the betting game. Most of them had confidence in Tu Yu and bet that Tu Yu would win.

Xiong Gungun and the others couldn't hold back and pressed a few pieces of Lingshi.

It's been a long time.

Tu Yu stopped practicing, got up slowly, and flew towards the ring in front of her.

On the stone tablet next to the arena, there is a word written three times.

There are already people waiting on the stage.

It was a young man with a handsome face.

Seeing Tu Yu stopped on the ring, the man smiled heartily and introduced himself first.

"My name is Mo Jinghong, and I have been waiting here for fellow daoist for a long time."

Tu Yu smiled slightly, and bowed to Mo Jinghong.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait. My name is Tu Yu. Please enlighten me."

Mo Jinghong hurriedly returned the salute, and said with a smile: "With the strength of a fellow Taoist, it's not really a lesson, it's at most a discussion."

"Then let's get started."

A long sword appeared in Tu Yu's hand, looking at Mo Jinghong, his fighting spirit was surging.

"Hahaha! Good!"

Mo Jinghong laughed, and a halberd appeared in his hand, attacking Tu Yu.

Tu Yu also clenched his long sword tightly and attacked Mo Jinghong.

With a sound of "Zheng!", the weapons meet.

Both of them were shocked.

Tu Yu was knocked upside down by an unrivaled force and flew several feet away, lightly turned a few times in mid-air before shedding the force, tapped her toes, and landed on the ground.

Originally, Mo Jinghong wanted to take advantage of the victory to chase after him, but he found that his body was covered with a layer of frost, which prevented him from moving, so he had no choice but to use his spiritual power to dispel the cold air first.

But with one blow, both of them felt the strength of the other side, and became more and more cautious in their hearts.

Tu Yu rushed out first, and attacked Mo Jinghong again.

One after another ice-blue sword intents slashed across, intertwined into a net, and engulfed Mo Jinghong.

Tu Yu knew that his own strength was not as good as Mo Jinghong's, so he did not choose to attack directly this time, but suppressed with speed.

Mo Jinghong didn't panic at all, his halberd danced like a dragon, blocking all of Tu Yu's sword intent.

The two of you come and go, and the battle is equal.

Every move looks risky and risky.

The people off the stage were more nervous than those on the stage, after all, they all made bets.

Most of the monks still pressed Tu Yu, so naturally they hoped that Tu Yu could win.

Several people couldn't help shouting.

"Fairy Tuyu will win!!"

"You must win!"

……

The shouts naturally reached the ears of the two fighting on the stage, and at this moment the two were at a stalemate.

Mo Jinghong dodged Tu Yu's sword and teased him.

"Fellow Daoists seem to be very popular."

Tu Yu didn't care about the shouts coming from the audience, so he smiled helplessly and reminded.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be distracted, or don't blame me for being merciless if you show a flaw."

When the voice fell, he stabbed a sword towards Mo Jinghong's back, but Mo Jinghong narrowly dodged it, leaving only a shallow sword mark on his back.

Mo Jinghong quickly withdrew his attention, not daring to be distracted.

The two remained in a stalemate for several days.

In the eyes of everyone, Tu Yu's spiritual power seemed inexhaustible and endless.

At this moment, Mo Jinghong felt that his spiritual power was a bit exhausted, and he needed to use his spiritual power to dispel the cold air. He knew in his heart that if this stalemate continued, he would be the loser. It seemed that he could only gamble.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Jinghong quietly revealed an imperceptible flaw behind his back.

Sure enough, as soon as Tu Yu discovered the flaw, he stabbed with a sword.

The corner of Mo Jinghong's lips curled into a smile, and instead of resisting Tu Yu's sword, he turned around and swung his halberd towards the opening where Tu Yu attacked.

"Friend Daoist, you lost."

(End of this chapter)