The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

The next day, Futu Gorge.

When the time arrived for the two to compete, the sunlight was shining across the gorge, which should have created a solemn atmosphere.

But at this time there were many onlookers in the gorge, including Abaoji, Shuliduo, and surrendered ministers...it was really lively.

Looking at this group of people, Anton thought to himself, this is clearly a martial arts competition, why are you guys just watching?

At this moment, he was dressed in fluttering white clothes, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree. Yelu Zhiwu, who was standing opposite him, had a heroic look in his eyes.

She held a pestle in her hand, and the pestle shone with a cold light in the sunlight.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and they both tacitly did not speak, until Anton Jun could no longer bear this atmosphere, and then he took the lead in breaking the silence, bowing and saying, "Dancing girl, please!"

Yelu Zhiwu also responded politely: "Please teach me, big brother!"

Before he finished speaking, Yelu Zhiwu moved as fast as a swallow and hit Anton Jun's chest with the demon-subduing pestle in his hand.

Anton Jun dodged to the side and easily avoided the fierce attack. At the same time, he pushed out with his palm, and his internal force surged out.

Yelu Zhiwu was not in a hurry. He raised his pestle to block, then turned around and swept sideways, forcing Anton Jun to retreat several steps.

The battle became more and more intense. Anton Jun's palm shadows were heavy, like a violent storm, and each palm contained a thousand pounds of force.

Yelu Zhiwu uses a pestle as a dance, with a variety of moves, a graceful yet agile figure, and impeccable defense while being able to counterattack from time to time.

The two men fought back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds had passed. The surrounding rocks were shattered by their internal strength, and the grass and trees were broken one after another by the energy.

But their movements did not slow down at all; instead they fought more and more courageously.

Just when everyone was attracted by this wonderful battle, the situation suddenly changed.

Yelu Zhiwu seemed to be exhausted and there was a flaw in his moves.

Anton Jun seized the opportunity and threw a punch, about to hit Yelu Zhiwu.

However, at this critical moment, Yelu Zhiwu relied on his excellent body skills and used the power of Anton Jun's fist to retreat dangerously.

But she was also beaten pale by Anton Jun's fierce internal force.

Seeing this, Anton gradually slowed down the pace of his attack.

"Brother An, you don't have to do this."

However, Yelu Zhiwu did not appreciate it. He gritted his teeth and attacked again, his moves becoming more fierce, as if he was using up his last bit of strength.

"it is good!"

At this time, Anton-kun was also aroused and began to respond seriously.

The figures of the two people kept crossing each other in the gorge. Their moves were as fast as a storm, but they echoed each other. Every time they crossed each other, there was a kind of harmony, as if it was a tacit understanding between masters.

But only the person involved knows the truth, that he has been catering to her rhythm.

Everyone was immersed in this wonderful battle and exclaimed in admiration from time to time.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the demon-subduing pestle in Yelu Zhiwu's hand slipped out of her hand. She was no longer able to resist and staggered back a few steps.

Just as she was about to collapse to the ground, Anton Jun quickly reached forward and supported the staggering Yelu Zhiwu.

"You've done a great job."

Yelu Zhiwu smiled slightly and panted, "Zhiwu has benefited a lot and is convinced."

The surrendered minister also said with feeling: "Well, he is indeed worthy of the title of the next great shaman."

Indeed, Yelu Zhiwu was able to fight Anton Jun to such an extent at such a young age, and she no longer needed to prove her ability.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over, Yelu Zhiwu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and an evil and powerful internal force burst out from her body.

Anton was caught off guard and was knocked back a few steps.

Yelu Zhiwu took advantage of the situation and rushed forward again. Every move he made was filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to fight a desperate battle with Anton Jun.

Anton Jun and the surrendered ministers outside the field all noticed the problem: "Something is wrong!"

Next, every attack from Yelu Zhiwu was aimed at Anton Jun's fatal spot, but fortunately, the latter's power was more than one level stronger than hers, so he was able to easily resolve it.

Moreover, while he was dissolving Zhiwu's attack, he also kept using his internal force to suppress the abnormal internal force in her body until his last palm strike.

Yelu Zhiwu's body suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, completely staining her clothes red.

This sudden scene made everyone freeze in place, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After that, Zhiwu seemed to have lost his soul. His face turned pale and his body instantly became limp.

Fortunately, Anton Jun was quick to act and quickly hugged her. He used his inner strength to help her adjust her internal breath, and at the same time shouted to the surrendered minister:

"Corpse Ancestor, stop standing there!"

Jiangchen walked quickly up to the two of them and put his hand on Zhiwu's wrist.

What a chaotic internal force!

Even someone as knowledgeable as Jiangchen was shocked by the chaos of internal energy in Zhiwu's body.

Anton Jun asked solemnly, "You are good at this, how is the situation?"

The surrendered minister looked around and then signaled to Anton Jun, who understood and picked up Yelu Zhiwu and moved aside.

The surrendered minister also hurriedly called Abaoji over, and after the three of them gathered together, she lowered her voice and said:

"From what I have just observed, Miss Yelu has many kinds of internal energy in her body, more than this man surnamed An, and even more than that, up to six kinds!"

Of course, if it was just the large amount of internal energy, it would not have shocked the surrendered minister so much.

Therefore, Anton Jun and Abaoji on the side both looked puzzled, but when they heard what the surrendered minister said next, they were all shocked.

“The most important thing is that although the internal forces in her body were chaotic and conflicting in nature, they did not cause any damage to her body.

The reason why she is vomiting blood and falling into a coma is just the side effect of being too tired and weak due to overwork and overloaded fighting. She will be fine after resting."

"what?!"

You know, if an ordinary person exceeds the two conflicting internal forces, he or she may suffer trauma or even death due to the imbalance.

So Yelu Zhiwu’s situation is simply a miracle, no, a miracle!

"what happened?"

Jiang Chen frowned and shook his head: "Her illness is too strange, I don't know why."

At this time, Abaoji suddenly said tremblingly: "Is this... spiritualism? How could this be? Zhiwu should not have come into contact with these things!"

Seeing that Abaoji seemed to know the truth, Anton Jun asked quickly, "What is spiritualism?"

His eyes fell on Abaoji, hoping to get an answer from him.

At the same time, the surrendered minister also fell into deep thought.

After a moment, she raised her head, a gleam in her eyes, and guessed, "Are you talking about the shaman secret technique of your Mobei - Chu Ma Xian?"