An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger." This principle was originally used to describe the fight between weapons, but Song Shushan knew very well that it also applies to fists and feet.

and……

Although the female cultivator in front of him looked calm, it could be seen from her actions that her heart was far from as calm as she appeared.

Song Shushan had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he could already tell a person's state of mind from his moves. However, the woman in front of him was fighting for her life with every move, leaving no room for retreat, and it was obvious that she was attacking with hatred.

"The hatred is not shallow!"

Song Shushan sensed the surging spiritual power contained in He Yuan's fists, and was secretly shocked. Such a reckless attack was certainly powerful, but even a ninth-grade supreme being would not be able to maintain it for long!

If he really wanted to win, the best way would be to use his body skills to avoid her attack, and then subdue her in one fell swoop when He Yuan ran out of strength.

But he couldn't do so, because before coming, Tang Yuan had already ordered that this time when they came to Xuanwu, they must not only win, but also win beautifully, win without suspense, and convince everyone.

This way, he can't keep dodging.

"what!"

Thinking of this, Song Shushan suddenly paused, and when the time was right, he slapped He Yuan's left shoulder.

Just as Song Shushan expected, He Yuan ignored Song Shushan's palm and hit Song Shushan in the chest with his right fist.

"Snapped!"

He Yuan was hit on the shoulder and took several steps back.

However, He Yuan did not stop there. He exerted force with his feet and rushed forward again.

"Snapped!"

Another palm strike!

The force of this palm was even stronger than the previous one, and He Yuan was knocked flying backwards.

He Yuan's body turned rapidly, and soon he stabilized himself in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground.

"He Yuan..."

Xie Tingzhu was about to say something, but He Yuan didn't stop at all, as if he was not hurt at all. He rushed forward again, using the same boxing method as before.

On Xuanwu's side, everyone's faces were very ugly. The weakest of the people present had an eighth-grade cultivation base, so they could naturally see that He Yuan's boxing skills had been completely restrained by this Qilin cultivator.

Although He Yuan's boxing skills were of high quality, they were not really "killing skills". They were just what He Yuan used to strengthen her body. No one had ever seen her use them to fight anyone. Moreover, He Yuan's expertise lay in the art of medicinal pills and medical treatment, and fighting was not her forte.

He Yuan's opponent was definitely an expert in boxing and kicking. He found He Yuan's weakness in just a few moves. Even though He Yuan used secret methods to increase his strength, he couldn't gain any advantage.

Seeing that blood was oozing from the corners of He Yuan's mouth, some people on Xuanwu's side could no longer bear to watch it and hurriedly asked Jie Tingzhu to replace He Yuan.

Although Jie Tingzhu couldn't bear it, he could understand He Yuan's feelings. If she were allowed to come back at this time, where would she be able to vent her hatred?

Xie Tingzhu didn't say anything, but his spiritual power had already gathered. If he saw He Yuan in danger, he would be the first to rush to save him.

As for the rules of the "Seven Stars Martial Arts Competition"...

Screw the rules! There's no point in talking to these people about rules!

Just as He Yuan rushed forward again, Song Shushan, as expected, hit He Yuan again.

But this time, He Yuan did not retreat.

Everyone present was stunned, and they all felt that Song Shushan's spiritual power was rapidly dissipating.

The people on Xuanwu's side saw clearly that He Yuan won!

He Yuan's fist was originally aimed at Song Shushan's throat, but at the last moment, she suddenly spread out her five fingers, turning it into a stabbing palm, and two fingers pierced into Song Shushan's throat.

Song Shushan covered his throat and took several steps back, his face full of disbelief.

He had thought of this move a long time ago. According to his calculations, even if He Yuan stretched out his fingers, he could only barely touch him at most, and there was no way he could hurt him. He was very sure of this, but how could it suddenly...

Song Shushan's gaze fell on He Yuan's right arm. The bleeding right arm hung limply at his side. It was several inches longer than when they were fighting.

"you……"

Song Shushan understood instantly and fell to the ground dejectedly.

"waste!"

Seeing Song Shushan fall to the ground, Tang Yuan had no intention of saving him. Instead, he cursed in a low voice and looked at He Yuan seriously with narrowed eyes.

He Yuan still had a blank expression on his face, his left fist clenched, and he was actually preparing for another fight.

"Change people!" Jie Tingzhu shouted hurriedly.

But He Yuan seemed not to hear it and didn't even turn his head.

Xie Tingzhu sighed slightly, stepped forward, chopped He Yuan on the back of the neck with a knife, and then dragged the unconscious He Yuan back.

Xu Fu knew some medical skills, so he immediately stepped forward to help treat the patient. He was also very curious about what secret method He Yuan used to make his arms longer. Such an unexpected trick was really difficult to guard against.

Xu Fu rolled up He Yuan's sleeves and discovered that He Yuan's entire right arm was covered with lacerations, and the blood that had seeped out had dyed the entire arm red.

After a closer inspection, Xu Fu discovered that He Yuan's shoulder, elbow and wrist joints were all severely dislocated, and the lacerations around the joints were the most serious.

"No wonder her arms can grow longer!" Xu Fu was secretly shocked. He originally thought that He Yuan was using some mysterious skills, but he didn't expect that she could forcibly disassemble her joints and stretch her arms. This life-threatening courage was frightening.

It would take time for He Yuan's right arm to recover, but fortunately his life was safe. After Xu Fu carefully put down He Yuan's sleeve, he nodded to Jie Tingzhu.

Xie Tingzhu responded slightly and raised his foot to step forward.

"Dean Jie!"

Xu Fu suddenly stopped in front of Jie Tingzhu and said sternly: "Let me have a fight!"

"Nonsense!"

Before Xie Tingzhu could say anything, someone in Xuanwu immediately spoke up to refute him, thinking that Xu Fu did not understand the situation well.

"I'll try. If I can't beat you, I'll come down."

Xu Fu smiled slightly at the person who was speaking, then looked at Jie Tingzhu. After all, the final decision would depend on the dean's opinion.

Xie Tingzhu did not reply, but just looked at Xu Fu, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hurry up! What are you talking about? Don't delay my meal!" Someone from Qilin's side had already stood up, and seeing that Xuanwu had not sent anyone out yet, he shouted impatiently.

"Be careful!" Xie Tingzhu breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice.

Xu Fu smiled when he heard this, bowed, turned around and walked forward.

"Is there no one left in Xuanwu? Why are they sending a yellow-haired boy like you to die?" said the Qilin monk with disdain. This man was skinny, but he carried a huge axe on his shoulder and held a handful of dried fruits in his hand. He even threw two of them into his mouth after he spoke.

"A competition doesn't necessarily require fighting. How about competing in something else?" Xu Fu suddenly thought of something and asked with a smile.

"What do you want to compete in?" the man asked with interest.

"How about eating?"