Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 1170 It's against the sky, Miss Su ([-])
She clearly saw a small steel ball popping out from Gong Wujue's fingertip.

She knew that steel ball was made by a powerful craftsman. It looked small but extremely lethal. As long as spiritual power was injected into it, it would be like having eyes, and the enemy would follow wherever it moved.

Sure enough, when Lu Shaocong was about to attack Gong Wujue with the contracted beast, he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground hugging his left foot. There were obvious bloodstains on the trouser leg.

"Good guy, it seems that I underestimated Gong Wujue." Lou Qingsi patted her knee.

"Gong Wujue is very powerful, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be ranked third in Mowu Continent's talent list. If he hadn't taken the initiative to admit defeat, Changle would have fought him. After a long time, she would definitely not be able to win." Situ Qing Yin said hurriedly.

Su Changle glanced at her, and when it came to this matter, she should thank Gong Wujue, because he surrendered, so she was able to enter the forbidden area to find the tower and know the news about her mother.

As she expected, just when everyone thought that Lu Shaocong was going to win, Gong Wujue suddenly became ruthless, the tip of the magic wand was full of majestic pressure, and Lu Shaocong's movement towards him suddenly stopped, as if he had been frozen , looking at Gong Wujue with a look of fear.

Gong Wujue remained expressionless, with a wave of his sleeves, gusts of wind suddenly blew up on the competition stage, and the howling wind could be heard even by people outside the competition stage.

I saw that Lu Shaocong's body was blown up and smashed straight to the outside of the competition stage.

"boom--"

Feng Wang stood up abruptly and shouted loudly, "Gong Wujue wins!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the auditorium.

"Gong Wujue used half of his skill at most, tsk tsk, this Lu Shaocong is not so much." Dong Lingyu shook the folding fan in his hand, tsk tsk.

Su Changle glanced at him and vetoed, "No, at most [-]%."

She believed that Gong Wujue's strength was more than that. After he came out of the retreat, his aura changed obviously. Rong Beilan said that he must have reached the realm of a high-level great magister.

Wan Xionghua walked down to the stage with a smile on his face, and walked around the auditorium, "Next is the last group, Su Changle from Tiancheng School and Wang Cheng from Yuzhu Peak. Tomorrow, there will be a ten-to-five competition. Day, plus the four captains, it will be a real duel."

Wan Xionghua paused, and smiled inscrutablely, "In the future, no matter which sect is left, the person standing at the end will be the winner, which means that if two of the top three are from the same sect , still have to fight until the last person is left.”

There was an uproar in the audience, and Mu Shaoqiu was complacent. Hearing this, he stood up immediately, "City Master, didn't you say that people from the same sect cannot compete!"

"The rules are temporarily changed, the real winner belongs to No.1, so, everyone, don't be merciful just because of your good relationship."

After Wan Xionghua finished speaking, everyone became quiet.

This means that the person who wins the first place will become the real focus of attention, not only helping his sect to win, but also becoming the No.1 of the younger generation in Mowu Continent.

One must know that the four sects of Tianci City gathered the best figures from various places.

Su Changle's beautiful eyes were shining, and she was eager to try.

Yu Furong glanced at Rong Beilan who was sitting on the high seat, and secretly clenched her fists.

……

The rules changed, and the remaining contestants became more stressed, but also more excited.

This is the real survival of the fittest.

(End of this chapter)