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Without a doubt, Limu's Sky Tyrant Body 72 Consecutive Slash had overshadowed Yue Zhongyang's explosive 32 punches. After Limu had executed the 13 slashes, he had been seriously exhausted. If Yue Zhongyang did not look down on his opponent and slowly consumed his strength, it was likely that Yue Zhongyang would be the winner of this match.
Limu, as a few disciples, became the dark horse in this competition. With his heaven-defying luck and over ten months of cultivation, he won the competition.
After defeating Yue Zhongyang, Limu successfully advanced to the top three, finally having the chance to become an official True Martial Sect disciple.
As the master of the border city's Linyuan City, Mo Lingfeng's martial cultivation was naturally not ordinary. As Mo Lingfeng's only daughter, not only did she have excellent talent in cultivation, she also inherited Mo Lingfeng's unique skill and was well-known among the disciples of the same generation.
Limu and Mo Yuhan were the final two participants of the third round.
Yue Zhongyang no longer had the strength to continue battling and was eliminated from the top three rankings in this year's Martial Arts Competition.
At this moment, Limu and Mo Yuhan were standing on the stage.
"F * ck, the last ten months of cultivation have not been in vain. I must continue to work hard!" How about it? Do you still want to fight with me, Senior Sister?! " Mo Yuhan had easily killed her way into the finals and faced Limu, who still had some Yuan Yang energy left. She looked like a little demoness, which made people fall in love with her.
Limu's hands were still swollen and numb. He couldn't even clench his fists. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile as he looked at Mo Yuhan. He then looked up at Deacon Ye and said, "I give up on this match."
"Wood! I won't allow you to give up. Every time you meet me, you give up. Is he looking down on his senior sister?! " Mo Yuhan pouted, but she was looking at Limu evilly.
Deacon Ye said coldly, "I have not given up on the same year's training! Even if I have to fall, I have to fall in the arena! "
Hearing Deacon Ye's words, Mo Yuhan couldn't help but smile at Limu and said, "Did you hear that?"
Limu helplessly retracted his gaze from Deacon Ye. He indifferently looked at the little witch in front of him. His body swayed a little as he said weakly, "Senior Sister, please come at me."
Mo Yuhan displayed her floating cloud footwork and turned into three shadows on the stage. They shot towards Limu and a fist that was like a torrential storm was thrown at Limu.
Although Mo Yuhan's fist wind was not as fierce as Yue Zhongyang's, it still had the demeanor of a king. The strong wind swept over and Limu, who was originally not in the mood to fight Mo Yuhan, was now even more powerless to fight.
The surrounding disciples couldn't help but sigh.
Mo Yuhan was still confused. She kicked Limu a few times and scolded, "Hey! Wood! Don't play dead! "Get up, get up!"
Limu's two hands hacked at Yue Zhongyang's body thirteen times, his fists were completely numb, his fists were not even tight, how to fight back, the Yuan Yang energy in his body had been sucked out, his body was extremely weak, and now that he fell on the stage, he did not do it on purpose.
When Deacon Ye saw the scene on the arena, he was also furious. Originally, he wanted Mo Yuhan to teach Limu a lesson, but this Wu Tie actually fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, so he was unable to force the match on the arena. He could not help but announce helplessly, "In the third round of the finals, Mo Yuhan defeated Limu, and Mo Yuhan becomes the final champion of this year's last generation of disciples."
Although Limu had used up all his Yuan Yang energy, he was exceptionally clear-headed. He slowly got up from the stage and carefully listened to Deacon Ye's next announcement.
"In the same year's disciples' Martial Meeting, the top three disciples of the last generation have already been placed. They were: Mo Yuhan from Linyuan City, Limu from Linyuan City, and Yan Xinfeng from Phoenix City. For this year's Martial Arts Competition, the top three disciples will receive a prize, in which Limu will be promoted from an honorary disciple to an official disciple. " Deacon Ye proudly stood on top of the coiling dragon pillar and announced, "Present your prizes for being in the top three."
As Deacon Ye's voice fell, three young disciples walked up from the side of the stage, each holding an item in their hands. Among them, there was a Brocade Box the size of a palm, a Secret Martial Book and a four feet long black broadsword.
Deacon Ye also descended from the coiling dragon pillar that was ninety feet high.
When Limu heard that he had been promoted to an official True Martial Sect disciple, his expression couldn't help but become excited. His spirits were lifted a lot, and with the support of Mo Yuhan, he stood up.
Limu did not expect to receive any prizes during the same year's disciple competition. He just hoped to be promoted to an official True Martial Sect disciple.
When Mo Yuhan saw the three prizes the three youths brought over, her gaze was immediately attracted by the Brocade Box. However, Limu's gaze had also turned towards the three gifts the three youths brought up.
Originally, he needed a blade to cultivate his Heavenly Tyrant Body 72 Consecutive Slash, but this gigantic single handed blade was simply too exaggerated. The young senior brother also used all his strength and barely managed to grab the blade in his hands with both hands and dragged it onto the stage, showing just how amazing the weight of the blade was.
According to Limu's prediction, this Junior Brother should be at least eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a green robe with a black belt. His cultivation should be in the late Qi Condensation stage, and the strength of his hands should be enough to reach a thousand jin.
"During the thirty-three years of rule, when True Martial Immortal Master established his True Martial Sect for three hundred years, only then did he grant a reward to this year's victorious disciple. It can be said that the luck you three disciples have is quite good." With a casual wave of his hand, Deacon Ye had the disciple holding a Brocade Box present. After Deacon Ye took the Brocade Box, he walked in front of Mo Yuhan and said: "This is the Heaven Mending Pill refined by the Immortal Master True Martial Sect Furnace Lord over a hundred years ago, with the miraculous effect of increasing one's cultivation and modifying one's own Yang channels. There are only thirty or so True Martial Sect left, and this Heaven Mending Pill will be given to the last generation disciple as the champion. "Mo Yuhan, kneel and thank Immortal Master!"
When Mo Yuhan heard that the Brocade Box contained the Heaven Mending Pill, her heart started beating extremely quickly. There were very few alchemists in the Spirit Martial Realm, and one of them was the legendary Grand Celestial Pill Refiner Wu Tie, who was also known throughout the continent. Currently, the effectiveness of the Heaven Mending Pill was even rumored to be the Immortal Pill of the Spirit Martial Realm, so when Mo Yuhan heard about the pill, she immediately knelt in front of Deacon Ye with excitement, and expressed her gratitude, "Thank you immortal master, thank you master! disciple will definitely not let down this immortal pill! "
Mo Yuhan received the Brocade Box that was made of white jade and gold grain. She was extremely excited, but in the end, she immediately opened up the Brocade Box, revealing a thumb-sized green crystal pearl that was emitting a faint green light. A rich and refreshing fragrance spread out, attracting the surrounding disciples' comments.
After Mo Yuhan expressed her gratitude twice in a row, she closed the Brocade Box and stood up to hold the Brocade Box, carefully putting it into her bosom.
Although Limu was not aware of the benefits of this Heaven Mending Pill, after seeing Mo Yuhan's expression and the surrounding disciples' discussions, he roughly understood the value of this Pill. Although he was envious, he was not jealous.
