Yang Bo walked over slowly. Contestant No. 19 Wang Yang had already entered the ring one step ahead of him. Seeing Yang Bo walking slowly, he couldn't help laughing. It seemed that he was in sight of victory.

Jing'an's beautiful face was a little solemn. She caught Yue Junyao early in the morning and listened to Yue Junyao's explanation. She felt a little unconvinced, but now looking at Yang Bo's actions, she understood. It seemed that what Yue Junyao said was true.

, Yang Bo was really poisoned by Yi Ling San!

Master Jing'an didn't speak, and Wang Yang couldn't help but urge him, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud when he saw Yang Bo's actions.

"Fellow Taoist, since your movements are so slow, do we still need to compete?" Wang Yang said directly.

Yang Bo did not pause, he did not even raise his head to look at the other party, he just frowned slightly, "Fellow Daoist Wang, you are really confident!"

Wang Yang laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, you relied on luck to get a bye before, so this round is fine for me. But there are still so many rounds to come. I'm worried about you. Even if you beat me, you won't be able to win the next round."

There are so many!”

Yang Bo didn't speak or pay any attention to the other party. He still walked onto the ring step by step.

Many people in the audience were looking at them, and everyone inevitably started talking.

"I remember, isn't this Yang Daoyou who defeated the Japanese? What happened to him? He seems to have been seriously injured!"

"It's not just a serious injury. I feel like it's more like spiritual damage. It's very serious. Since it's so serious, he still wants to get into the ring. What is he going to do?"

"Hehe, I hope he defeats his opponent and plays against me later. I don't know, it's almost like a bye. I can beat him with just one finger!"

"You guys are really ignorant. He has been poisoned by Yi Ling San. This poison can dissipate spiritual power in a short period of time and make people's cultivation regress. It is very vicious. I guess he must be poisoned.

Got it!"

"Ah? Poisoned?"

…

Yang Bo didn't pay attention to the comments in the audience. He walked onto the ring and slightly arched his hands toward the opponent, "I don't feel very well today, but I still feel like I have to take a trip."

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't come here!" Wang Yang said with a smile. He wanted to think in his heart that it would be great to give him a bye, but it was difficult to say this.

Jing'an glanced at Yang Bo and couldn't help but feel a little worried, but when she saw his calm expression, she couldn't help but nodded. If there was a real danger, with her strength, she could still protect Yang Bo Zhouquan. In her opinion, Yang Bo was like this

A genius has a bright future, and even if he suffers this injury, it is just a temporary setback.

"Okay, both sides are in position, let's begin!" Master Jing'an said.

Wang Yang raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, please!"

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please!" Yang Bo returned the greeting.

The two of them each saluted and took out their weapons.

Yang Bo was holding the Sanskrit Sword and looked depressed, but the sharp weapon in his hand could not be ignored.

Wang Yang smiled, took out a pair of white gloves and put them on. His gloves looked very bright, as if they were woven with silver thread. Combined with the smile on his face, people had to doubt the quality of the gloves in his hands.

effect.

Yang Bo was not polite at all. He drew his sword and attacked, but his movements were gentle and lacked any power.

Wang Yang smiled, but he did not underestimate Yang Bo. He actually used both hands to take Yang Bo's sword!

"Seize the blade with bare hands!" Yang Bo stared slightly, trying to figure out the key, the other party was so confident!

However, Yang Bo didn't pay attention, but the sword in his hand couldn't help but be a little sharper, and stabbed straight towards Wang Yang.

Wang Yang laughed and put his hands together to hold Yang Bo's sword. His hands were extremely strong and he seemed to have a chance of victory. He said loudly: "A sword is given to a hero, Fellow Taoist Yang, this Sanskrit Sword should be sent to a higher authority."

If it is worthy of its master, I will accept it!"

Yang Bo did not speak, but the movement of his hand changed slightly, and the sword blade flipped its direction. Wang Yang did not dare to let go, and even his body started to rotate with the blade!

Yang Bo's spiritual power in his body has dropped significantly due to Yi Ling San, but after practicing the Diamond Sutra for a long time, his strength is no longer what it used to be. Even though he looks weak at this time, his physical strength is still very comparable to that of others!

Yang Bo spun around several times, making Wang Yang dance with the sword blade. However, if Yang Bo exerted a little force, Wang Yang fell to the ground and pounced on him!

Fortunately, Wang Yang reacted quickly and climbed up directly. At this moment, a sword was handed to his neck. As long as he dared to move, the sword would kill him.

The scene was silent. Everyone saw Yang Bo's slow movements just now. Some people were even sure that Yang Bo would lose. But now, Wang Yang did not dare to move under Yang Bo's sword. The result is self-evident!

Even Master Jing'an, who was presiding over the ring, had a look of shock on her face. She stared at the ring. She really couldn't imagine how Yang Bo could come back just now! You know, Yang Bo's cultivation level had declined due to Yi Ling Powder, and Wang Yang was obviously better than him.

The cultivation level is so high that there is no way to compete!

However, Master Jing'an reacted quickly, "This round, No. 98 Yang Bo wins."

Only then did Yang Bo put down his sword. He was breathing heavily, as if the action just now consumed a lot of his energy.

Wang Yang looked at Yang Bo with a complicated expression. He didn't dare to say anything more. He cupped his hands towards Yang Bo, turned around and walked off the stage.

Yang Bo didn't say much and then got off the ring.

Yue Junyao and Yan Ruyu were both standing under the stage. When they saw him coming down, they quickly supported him. Yang Bo waved his hand to tell them not to support him.

The scene was already surrounded by crowds, but when they saw Yang Bo walking by, they took the initiative to make way for them. It looked very neat.

Yang Bo nodded towards the crowd and walked out of the crowd along this path.

Many people stared in Yang Bo's direction and were in awe!

Yang Bo found a place to rest and waited for the next round of competition. The first round was 120 going into 60, the second round was 60 going into 30, and the third round was 30 going into 15. The last round was over, and today was just over.

Yue Junyao sat next to Yang Bo, "Brother Dabo, you are so powerful. You can defeat the opponent with just a few moves. The subsequent games will definitely be much easier. Your opponent has no idea of ​​your strength and will think that you are like this."

It’s just pretending!”

Yue Junyao pretended to be relaxed when speaking, as if she was deliberately trying to cheer up Yang Bo.

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm still waiting for the competition of these three groups to end, and each of the three of us will get a foundation-building pill!"

Yue Junyao nodded, "Yes, yes, everyone takes one, eats one and throws one away, haha!"
Chapter completed!