Desperate Night

"It's possible that he got a stitch in the side. Zhenghong just talks too much. He was probably attacked by the other party while he was still talking. He made a fool of himself this time. He was knocked unconscious by a junior from the Jinyu class. He will be laughed at for the rest of his life." Zhengxia on the side sneered.

"He's too lazy." Zhengming nodded and accepted this guess. "Don't be careless later. Fight seriously as soon as you get on the court. Earn back the lost face."

"Yeah. Leave it to me. Zhenghong is too careless." Zhengxia nodded. "I'm not as careless as him."

Soon, Zhenghong was sent to the hospital, and Yu Hong faced the second seed of the Daozhong class, Zhengxia.

"Let me make it clear first, I'm not as easy to attack as Zhenghong. You're lucky that you can use your tricks against him first. But now, your luck is over." Zhengxia said loudly as she opened her boxing stance.

Yu Hong: "."

He was no longer able to complain. Anyway, the strength of the Daozhong class really made him a little... It's better to end this matter quickly.

"Let me show you one of the real secrets of the Seven Feathers Fist after it has been practiced to perfection!" Zhengxia's body had already started to tremble slightly.

This tremor quickly stabilized again after two seconds, as if it had not continued. But with Yu Hong's eyesight, he could see that the opponent was not continuing to tremble, but the speed and frequency of the tremor became higher, making it look like he was not moving from a distance.

"Look, this is the Feather Clothes Realm. As long as I move, any approaching attack will be dodged first. If it is really impossible to dodge, most of the force will be unloaded, making it vulnerable." Zhengxia said proudly.

"Zhenghong was just too careless, so he was knocked unconscious by your speed. And I"

Bang!

Before she finished speaking, she was hit on the right face.

Although the shaking and dodging of the Feather Clothes Realm was trying to unload the force,

the force after unloading was not something Zhengxia could withstand at all.

A muffled sound.

Her facial muscles were squeezed and twisted, and she was knocked out with her whole body shaking. She fell to the ground, her head a little confused.

"You, this is not the Seven Feather Fist at all!!" She screamed.

"." Yu Hong did not defend himself. Indeed, the wings of other people's Seven Feather Fists were lightly shaking, and the fairy spirit was floating. His Seven Feather Fist was like seven mud trucks waving their doors, looking down at the ground to see who ran faster. If you were slower, you would smash them with a car door.

The difference in style was extremely obvious.

"Alas" Yu Mo and the other two on the main seat were stunned again. This time they were really speechless and could only sigh.

Before the fight, who could have expected Ding Rou's fighting strength, power and speed to be so strong?

"Is he using the Seven Feather Fist?" Yu Zhong asked in a low voice.

"You haven't seen it after so many years of practice?" Yu Fang rolled his eyes speechlessly. "It's the Seven Feathers Fist. The moves are all right, but it's just fast and powerful. Yu Mo, your disciple is good. You used to be a professional fighter, right?"

Yu Mo: "."

He thought of himself patting someone's arm and saying that he had dead muscles. Now he looked at the disciples who were knocked to the ground one by one, and his face was burning for a while.

"Yu Mo, this won't work. The Daozhong class can't lose again. If we lose completely, where will the face of my Qingchen Temple be? If the news gets out, the elite disciples who have been cultivated since childhood in the whole temple are easily picked by a fighting expert who joined halfway? This will be a big challenge to our internal ranking pricing." Yu Fang lowered his voice and explained to Yu Mo in a low voice.

"Then what do you say?" Yu Mo knew this.

"You say hello to Ding Rou and make him lose the next game." Yu Fang's voice was even lower. "Otherwise, look at the several big pilgrims who invited Zhengxia before."

Yu Mo looked over and saw that the faces of those people were ugly, and they were still chatting in a low voice.

"Understand?" Yu Fang continued to explain, "If this situation happened between the Daozhong class we have been training, there would be no problem and no objection. But what is it now? Ding Rou, a new disciple who has just entered the sect and has not been trained for a long time, relied on speed and strength to knock down the others one by one. Doesn't this only make outsiders think that our Qingchen Temple is too weak, not Ding Rou is too strong?"

Yu Mo and Yu Zhong listened and nodded slightly. That's right.

"So now there is only one way, on the one hand, lift Ding Rou and confirm his name as a genius. On the other hand, lift Daozhong and let them win beautifully in the next game to save face." Yu Fang said in a deep voice.

The other two heard the words and nodded deeply.

At this time, on the field, Yu Hong was ready to start the third challenge. He was resting after the game, drinking water, eating sweets, and sitting on a wooden chair.

"Dingrou, you actually won again!?" Guo Shangdong walked over with his hands behind his back and a strange expression.

"I also find it a bit strange. I didn't expect to win so easily." Yu Hong shook his head and showed an expression of incomprehension. He was thinking, how did such a weak strength solve those horrible and strange events of Yuanhen? Could it be that it was all based on bragging?

"Indeed, it stands to reason that the Daozhong class should not be so lame." Guo Shangdong also nodded and agreed with this statement.

Not only them, but also the rest of the Jinyu class were in a strange atmosphere at this time.

They originally paid to become disciples just because Qingchen Temple was strong and willing to accept them, and joined for self-protection.

As a result, Dingrou, a newcomer who had joined for less than three months, actually defeated two elites of the Daozhong class in one breath.

If the elites are so weak, what protection can they get by joining? Is the gilded identity of this Jinyu class still necessary?

"You see, the atmosphere is a bit strange," Guo Shangdong said in a low voice.

Yu Hong nodded, he also noticed something wrong.

But in fact, he felt that Zhengxia still had something. The other party was shaking all over, and it seemed useless, but in fact, when he punched, a very small amount of force was slipped.

It was just because it was too small, so he didn't notice it at all.

But if it was replaced by an ordinary person, maybe

"I think the Daozhong class should still have something, just now." Yu Hong was about to explain a few words, and suddenly saw Xun Yang walking towards him.

The other party sent Guo Shangdong and the others around away, and then approached and whispered.

"Dingrou, Master Yu Mo asked me to convey a message to you. In the next round, if you lose, cooperate. This is a performance of internal competition, and you will be compensated enough afterwards."

"." Yu Hong was speechless. According to the skills, Qingchen Temple definitely has real skills, but

After a silence, he finally nodded under the increasingly nervous gaze of Xun Yang and the three people of the Yuzi generation.

Xun Yang breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to report.

Yu Hong and Guo Shangdong were left standing there with complicated expressions.

Ding.

"The third round of the Daozhong Challenge, Dingrou vs. Zhengshi! Prepare to enter!"

The Taoist who sang the lyrics said loudly, attracting the attention of the people present.

Yu Hong and Zhengshi, the second in the Daozhong class, entered the big room together.

"Please." Zhengshi glanced at Master Yumo and exchanged glances. He was greeted in advance before coming up, and he felt much more relaxed.

In fact, after watching Yu Hong's moves so many times in a row, especially in the last round against Zhengxia, he broke the Yuyi realm with one punch, which really scared him.

You know, he is only slightly stronger than Zhengxia, the difference is not much, but he is also in the Yuyi realm.

If they really fight, he doesn't think he is the opponent on the opposite side.

But now.

The door closed gently.

Suddenly, Yu Hong stepped forward again and punched quickly.

Zhengshi took the move, counterattacked, and was blocked.

The two fought fast, with amazing speed. It looked like they were fighting fiercely.

Zhengshi felt that the speed was just at his limit. If it was a little higher, he would not be able to bear it. Moreover, the opponent's attack was just at the angle and time when he could most conveniently receive the attack.

This was quite comfortable.

He did not need to consider other things, only how to make the attack look good, fast and powerful.

In the one-minute sparring sound, Yu Hong was careless, his breath was heavy, and he was exhausted. He was slapped on the shoulder and fell to the ground sideways. He could only raise his hands to admit defeat.

Zhengshi reached out his hand, helped him up, and saluted to everyone with a smile.

Although he lost, Yu Hong received much more attention after he finished the game than before.

One after another, eyes kept looking at him, some from Qingchen Temple, and some from the audience and pilgrims outside.

The last game was a duel between Zhengshi and Zhengming, the strongest genius. Zhengshi was easily knocked to the ground by a punch and could not get up again.

The two fully demonstrated the strength and demeanor of the first genius of the Daozhong class, Zhengming Daoren.

After an internal competition, the face of the Daozhong class was finally saved.

When the competition ended, everyone showed great concern for the sudden outbreak of the dark horse Yu Hong.

When they left, they were also discussing in a low voice, full of interest.

Yu Hong was specially called by Xun Yang to the quiet room in the backyard.

Creak.

The wooden door made a slight sound and was gently closed after Yu Hong entered.

In the quiet room, there were not only Yu Mo Yu Zhong Yu Fang, but also the first genius Zhengming who had just stabilized his position in the last battle.

When the four saw Yu Hong enter the door, their eyes instantly shifted to the door.

"People are here, you can discuss what to do." Yu Fang said in a deep voice.

What do you mean?

Yu Hong narrowed his eyes and looked at the few people, and found that Zhengming and his face looked a little ugly, while the three masters Yu Mo looked unprepared and seemed a little angry.

"Master, two uncles, Senior Brother Zhengming, may I ask if Ding Rou is here, is there something wrong?" He asked with a cupped hand.

"Junior brother Dingrou, the competition outside just now does not count. Here, in front of the three masters, you and I will fight alone again, okay?" Zhengming said seriously.

"This..." Yu Hong immediately looked at Yu Mo.

The latter shook his head.

"Simply fighting ability can't prove anything. When you encounter dangers like resentment marks, you can't hit it with fists alone. Fighting ability is part of the puzzle, but not all. Zhengming, you really don't have to care about this."

"Yes. Zhengming, you are too obsessed with appearance."

"The reason why we hold internal competitions is that Taoism cannot show the gap through external indicators. If you can pretend, you can say how many levels you have. After all, only you can see the terrifying illusion of Guanwu Gong. But this actual combat ability is very intuitive, which can let the pilgrims outside really see the strength of our Qingchen Temple." Yu Zhong explained.

"Yes, yes, after all, expelling resentment marks still depends on Taoism. I can only fight a little. When encountering resentment marks, I am far inferior to you, senior brother." Yu Hong also spoke up.