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Chapter 197: Mu Chang'an Fake Match?

The fight was evenly matched.

Mu Changan was overjoyed, and continued to intensify his efforts to greet Chao Chao.

The Dynasty actually began to retreat while fighting.

"What's going on?" Some viewers asked suspiciously.

"That's right! Didn't the Dynasty have the upper hand just now? How did you get hanged up and beaten?"

"The painting style is wrong!"

"It feels like Dynasty is deliberately releasing water!"

The audience around them were not fools either. Many practitioners frowned and saw the way. Every attack against Dynasty seemed to use all their strength, but at every critical moment, they withdrew a little bit of force, which resulted in them not being able to go straight to defeat Mu Changan. , but was suppressed and beaten by Mu Changan.

As a matter of fact, Wang Chao himself is suffering in his heart and can't tell. He really hasn't fully exerted his full strength now, but this is the problem, he doesn't dare to exert his full strength at all.

Every time I want to try my best to defeat Mu Changan, there is always a voice in my heart to warn him not to allow him to hurt Mu Changan, otherwise it will cause very serious consequences, and the brain will gradually squeeze, the more I try my best, the stronger the idea , the higher the degree of squeezing, he had to take back a little bit of force, even so, the squeezing in his mind still existed.

"Could this be the so-called secret technique of shooting puppets?" Chao Dynasty suddenly remembered the secret technique planted by Mu Chang'an when they went down to the Yishouhuang ancient site. There was no problem with this secret technique, but Mu Changan once said However, don't want to kill him, otherwise there will be very serious consequences.

That's right, it's definitely the secret technique of taking puppets.

It's just... If the secret technique of capturing puppets is real, how will this match be played?
Killing intent can't even be produced, and the movements of the hands are naturally even less likely to have a trajectory that hurts the opponent, otherwise the coercion in the mind will become heavier and heavier.

"when!"

With another slash, Dynasty, who was lost in thought, was hacked back a few steps.

"Again!" There was a hearty voice, but it was Mu Chang'an's arrogance and fighting spirit. The Liangyi knife of life and death came from various tricky angles. The dynasty didn't dare to trust it, so he had to put his mind away and resist it seriously.

It's just a little difficult to let him take the initiative to attack again.

"This is a fucking match-fixing match!" The audience below shouted suddenly.

"Fake match! Fight fake match!"

"Fake match! Fake match!"

There were more and more voices like this, which disturbed Wang Chao's mind. He was very aggrieved to stop the secret technique of taking puppets, but when he heard so many people shouting for a fake match, Wang Chao became ruthless and directly forcibly resisted. With the pressure in his mind, a sword glow took the initiative to stab Mu Changan's eyebrows.

"Sigh~"

A heart-piercing headache arose in his heart, and Wang Chao's hand holding the sword was trembling, and his strength was directly tilted by more than half.

"when!"

When the swords collided, a huge force came, the long sword came out of his hand, and Wang Chao was thrown backwards by the huge force.

"Bang~!"

It hit the open space under the arena.

The place fell into a dead silence.

"Damn it, fight fake matches!"

"Fuck the number one expert in Jinling Mansion, I want to report him!"

"The fake match is cool for a while, the whole family crematorium, this time the southern division match is going to be cold."

The crowd could no longer control their inner temper. Not only was there an uproar on the scene, but it was also the same on the Internet. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that at the beginning, the dynasty suppressed Mu Changan, but later it was useless. As powerful as it was at the beginning, cringe, what is it if it is not a match-fixing match?
What's more, Dynasty is the number one expert in the Jinling Mansion, and is also the favorite to win the Southern Grand Competition. It is simply unacceptable for everyone to lose to a person who does not show his talents like this.

All of a sudden, the words 'fight against fake matches' were everywhere, so that the on-site competition could not go on. The host hurriedly went to the ring and picked up the microphone to explain a few words.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, a dagger flew out from nowhere and stabbed directly at the host on the ring.

"Om~"

The dagger passed through the arena and triggered the protective array, blocking the dagger.

"Everyone, don't be impulsive!" The host was taken aback, and quickly advised the audience to calm down, but this was not only ineffective, but all kinds of hidden weapons kept flying up from below, some stabbing the host, some Stabbed at Mu Changan.

"Ding Ding Ding~~"

Fortunately, the protective formation was strong enough to prevent any spirit weapon from flying in.

Standing on the stage, Mu Changan was unhappy, and muttered, "I admire someone for not playing fake matches, why are you scolding me?"

"Hey~"

An arrow shot towards him, pierced the protective light curtain, and then fell 360 degrees.

Mu Changan was taken aback, and hurried to the contestant's bench, away from this place of right and wrong.

As for the growing anger of the audience, the game had to be temporarily suspended. Several managers hurried over and picked up the microphone to explain to the audience, but it was useless, it was a mess.

"I'm afraid someone is playing the rhythm behind my back?" Mu Changan sat on the seat watching this scene, frowning and said.

"You're not too stupid." Mi Zhu walked up to Mu Changan and sat down next to him. Looking at the din in the auditorium opposite, he joked, "You're in trouble now. I think you, Mu Changan, will play a fake match on the headlines tomorrow." news."

"I didn't play match-fixing!" Mu Changan said looking at Mi Zhu seriously.

"It doesn't matter whether you played a fake match or not. What matters is that the audience thinks you played a fake match." Mi Zhu fiddled with her freshly made nails. They were bright red with a few white flowers dotted on them, very beautiful.

"They think so, and it has nothing to do with me." Mu Changan didn't mind. This group of viewers who are full and have nothing to do should really let them go back to the last century, and be honest after a few meals.

"That's not necessarily true. If the incident gets serious, it may affect the judgment of the referee's seat, and may even allow you to rematch." Mi Zhu said gloatingly.

"Rematch? Why, I won with my ability, why should I be asked to rematch." Mu Changan's eyes widened, feeling that he was deeply malicious from the society.

"My condolences." Mi Zhu held back a smile and patted Mu Changan's shoulder, got up and walked away happily.

Mu Chang'an hurriedly turned his head to look at the ring. At this moment, several persons in charge and the host were trying their best to appease the audience. At the same time, they indicated that they would seriously check the match to see if there was any suspicion of a counterfeit match.

"I'll go! What the hell!" Mu Changan was so angry that he almost didn't go up to find someone to reason with.

But think about it or forget it, it would definitely be no good for him to go out at this time, and he might be sprayed to death.

"This year's audience is really a bunch of thugs!" Mu Changan muttered resentfully.

Is this a fake match?This is obviously a technical victory, okay?

What do you know!
Mu Chang'an angrily stamped his feet and left, out of sight and out of mind.

Bringing Lifeng back to the hotel, Mu Changan felt a wave of energy in his body ready to move, closed the room and quickly sat up cross-legged and began to practice the 'Feng Hua Xue Yue' exercise.

Slowly, the temperature in the room began to drop, and little snowflakes gradually appeared on Mu Changan's body. As time went by, the temperature had dropped to minus degrees. Looking at Mu Changan again, he had turned into a snowman, and he couldn't see clearly. The original appearance.

The aura of heaven and earth in the air was eaten away bit by bit. Although the outside of his body was extremely cold, his inside was scorching hot like a fire. The inside and outside were like two heavens of ice and fire, and he suffered all the torment.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Mu Changan only knows that he has practiced the 'Fengyue Xueyue' technique dozens of times, and his whole body is suddenly transparent, his spiritual platform is clear, and his perception is much stronger.

But the feeling in the body still hasn't been released, it's always not so interesting.

Mu Changan had no choice but to continue to use the attack method, constantly hitting the meridians of his whole body. Every time the air flows through the meridians, it will bring out a little medicinal fragrance. Ventilation gas flows through the meridians and is exported to nourish the meridians of the whole body.

Soon, just a little bit.

Mu Chang'an could feel that it was joy from the depths of his heart, and it was about to blow out and make him reach the peak.

"Boom~"

There was a crisp sound.

"Hoo~!"

Suddenly a strong wind blew up in the room, and the surrounding sofas, tea tables, fruits, and various objects flew around and smashed to everywhere in an instant, making pinging, bang, bang, and bang noises.

Mu Changan remained motionless, wisps of heat began to rise from the top of his head.

Slowly, the snow on my body began to melt.

This does not melt into water, but directly evaporates into water vapor and floats up into the sky. The snow on the body is evaporated in the blink of an eye, and the entire room is also covered with this rich water vapor. The temperature rises rapidly, steaming like a sweat. Room seems to be.

"Crack~"

Finally, the snowflakes all over his body dissipated, and Mu Changan stood up while bathing in water vapor. His dark face was as clean as snow, and the shape of snowflakes was outlined in a pair of clear and translucent eyes.

The whole person is like a prince who came out of the snow kingdom, holy and clean.

Of course, this is all an illusion.

"What hallucinations? It's clearly cleared up a lot, okay? Look at this skin, it's watery when pinched, it's even softer than those women who use facial masks every day." Mu Changan stood in front of a big mirror and looked up and down. On his own face, seeing his originally dark skin turned so white, he felt so happy.

"And the panda eyes that often stay up late are gone."

"When I smile, I can't see the forehead lines."

"The acne marks on my face have also disappeared."

"Simply flawless!"

"This 'Fenghuaxueyue' technique seems to be a bit powerful!" Mu Changan felt the powerful energy in his body, and punched him hard.

'At the second level of concentration, the fist strength is [-] kilograms. '

Breakthrough!
And there is an extra power reminder in my mind!
"Sure enough, the strength of concentration is [-] kilograms per weight." Seeing this data, Mu Changan finally confirmed his previous guess.

Chakra state, a weight increase of [-] kilograms.

Concentration state, a weight increase of [-] kilograms.

And the same realm on the earth has only two-thirds of the power intensity.

"In that case, wouldn't my current strength be equivalent to the strength of the third level of Concentration on Earth?"

Thinking of this, Mu Changan suddenly chuckled: "There will be a rematch, whoever loves you is a dog!"

……

What Mu Chang'an didn't know was that it was in the Great Hall of the Suzerain, Fengyue Sect, in the Cursed God Continent.

Tang Chenyu, who was sitting on the teacher's chair and working, suddenly paused.

Immediately afterwards, the temperature in the main hall began to drop suddenly, and pieces of white snow drifted down. Tang Chenyu felt the breath in his body continuously increase, and looked out of the main hall with a pair of beautiful eyes, muttering to himself: "Breakthrough again... ..."

(End of this chapter)