Dragon Ball God Mu

　　 On the second floor stand of the Budokan, the head of Maple Leaf Liu and others continued to communicate.

The changes on the arena are changing rapidly. At this time, Muyang and the disciple of Duolin Temple called Wu Ting have already exploded with powerful forces. I saw that you come and I are constantly impacting, and a series of vague remnants gradually appeared on the ring. Shadow, many actions have exceeded the limit that ordinary people can capture with the naked eye.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Muyang and Wu Ting launched a confrontation, their palms hit each other, making a loud bang!

　　 "Awesome!" Mu Yang panted slightly, he couldn't help but withdrew a few steps, then stepped on the ground, and the stone slab under his foot broke into serpentine cracks. After that, the body suddenly bounced, and the explosive force penetrated from the soles of the feet, causing the broken stones to bounce up and splashing out in all directions.

　　 Muyang's body quickly popped out, as if a cannonball from the chamber swooped over.

　　 "Tianxin Qigong!"

　　 Muyang narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand falsely, his fingers formed into a sword, and a shocking aura emerged from his body.

There was a cold light between his bright eyes, and a bright blue light was generated between his fingers, hula la, straight Qigong waves shot out like lasers, surrounded by several whirlwinds, like a wild beast from ancient times , With a ferocious and bloodthirsty aura, rushed towards Wu Ting.

　　 Feeling the vigorous aura erupting from Mu Yang, as well as the raging wave of qigong, the elder Feng Yeliu and others stood up suddenly, with incredible expressions on their faces.

　　 "This is qigong wave, but it is not far from the old martial arts school."

　　 "I didn't expect to reach such a realm at a young age."

　　Several seniors in the martial arts world looked at the scene before them in shock, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Mu Yang's qigong is already so strong!!" Sith wiped his eyes in disbelief, Tianxin Qigong, even he couldn't release it at will, but Mu Yang actually used it during the competition. See him with ease. , He was a little envious.

　　 At this time, Sith realized that the power of his nephew might already be above him.

　　 At the same time, all the audience on the spot was boiling.

　　 "No...Is he, did he use qigong wave?"

　　 "A player who can use Qigong wave, and his opponent is Wu Ting, the outcome is really hard to predict."

　　 Whether it's the audience or the players, they all watched blankly.

　　……

　　 "Take my attack!" Mu Yang shouted to Wu Ting from the air. At this time, Mu Yang's aura rose again and again, and his mighty spirit crushed over, and the cold aura even made people lose resistance.

　　唰!

In the face of Mu Yang's extremely powerful attack, even the elite disciples of Duolin Temple could not help but their expressions changed suddenly, but Mu Yang's attack was already in sight, and the slightest difference between the masters could decide the outcome, and at this time Wu Ting had already Losing the first opportunity, there is only one way to rush to deal with defeat.

　　 Peng! Qigongbo's tremendous attack power fell on Wu Ting's body, and his face turned pale, his body flew like a kite with a broken line, and fell heavily outside the ring.

　　 "Tianxin Liu Muyang won and entered the quarterfinals."

　　 With a whistle, the dust settled, Mu Yang defeated the seeded player of Duolin Temple in a powerful manner to advance to the quarterfinals.

　　 "Accepted." Mu Yang saluted calmly.

　　 Then Wu Ting wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and folded his hands in return.

　　 "Wu Ting actually lost." Qianheliu elder Nali snorted and said silently.

　　 "It's normal. With the courage that you just showed, maybe it won't take a few years to reach our state."

　　 "Is it possible, he is so young..."

　　 "Alas, the younger generation has come out in large numbers. This failure is also a good thing for Wu Ting." Master Xiu Lin recited the scriptures silently.

　　 "Kane and Wu Ting both lost to the young man, I don't know how much Arlo and Liz can win..." the head of Maple Leaf Liu asked with interest.

"Hope is not great." Elder Nari shook his head, "Lisi is not that person's opponent." Among the newcomers of the major genres, Wu Ting of Duolin Temple is one of the best, even he lost to the other side. Others may not have much hope of winning.

　　 Maple Leaf Liu's head nodded.

　　 Yes, he can release powerful qigong waves at a young age, which is very rare in the martial arts world today, so in his mind he has roughly determined the champion of this martial arts conference, that is, Mu Yang.

"Hahaha, Muyang is amazing. If Brother Aishafu knows that you have defeated the elite disciples of Duolin Temple, you will definitely come over with excitement. Unfortunately, Daqingshan is far from Maple Island, and Brother Aishafu has no chance to see You have swept the surrounding scene."

　　As soon as Muyang stepped off the stage, Sith walked over with a look of excitement and praised Muyang.

　　 Muyang smiled modestly and said, "Uncle Sith, I just made the quarterfinals, and the game is not over yet."

　　 Sith shook his head repeatedly: "Different, different."

　　 Entering the quarterfinals and defeating Wu Ting are completely two concepts.

　　 Originally in the heart of Sith, Mu Yang had already completed the mission as long as he could get the place in the top eight martial arts club in the world. To know so many genres, how many can win the quarterfinals? It has been very satisfying!

　　 But judging from his current performance, it seems that he will not stop there. Although they are both in the quarter-finals, the meaning is completely different.

　　 We must know that Wu Ting is not only an elite disciple of Duolin Temple, but also a popular candidate for the champion of the world's No. 1 Budokai. If Mu Yang can defeat him, will he also have a chance to win the position of that champion?

　　 If Mu Yang were to win the championship, then Tian Xinliu would be a big show.

Even now, even if Mu Yang immediately admits defeat and does not participate in the subsequent competitions, Sith, who has seen the power of Muyang Qigong Waves, knows that Muyang’s name must have been started through this conference, and the entire martial arts world has the ability to release Qigong Waves. There are only a few martial artists, and Mu Yang is one of them. This is a glorious thing.

"The next few games don't need to be too stressful, just relax. Anyway, the top eight places have been locked, and every next win is an improvement. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Sith patted Mu Yang's shoulder excitedly , And immediately saw that Mu Yang's face was a little pale, and he asked concerned: "You just released the qigong wave, can your body get rid of it?"

　　 Muyang shook his head and said that it was OK: "My body is okay, just rest for a while."

　　 "Then you have a good rest." Sith nodded and said no more, staying aside and letting him rest quietly.

　　嗵——

　　 While Muyang was sitting in meditation and recuperating, several other arenas were still fighting each other. The 315 contestants from all over the world are all motivated to compete for the chance to qualify.

　　 Crackling, an invisible afterimage flashes on the ring. From time to time, accompanied by the shouts of the players, several large and small holes suddenly appeared on the ground. Fragmented stones splashed around, and sparks burst out when they rubbed the ground.

　　 "Chizuru Lisi won and entered the quarterfinals."

　　 "Maple Leaf Stream Arlo won and entered the quarterfinals."

　　 "Cross Fist Barney won and entered the quarterfinals."

　　 "Jiro won in the western Pulai Village and entered the quarterfinals."

　　……

　　 As the competition continues, the top eight places have been created one after another. Together with Mu Yang, the eight strongest players in this conference have all been decided.

　　 Mu Yang glanced at the list and noticed that the players who entered the quarterfinals, except for himself and a player named Pulai, the other six were all disciples of the big genre.

　　 I have to admit that the big schools do have a hand in cultivating disciples. No wonder that after these big schools choose to hide in the world, the martial arts level on the earth has suddenly dropped a level.

　　 After a short break, after verifying that all the results are valid, as the gong sounded again, today's schedule is over.

The quarterfinals of 　　 are scheduled to be held the next day, with one night's rest.