Hearing Li Yun's lies to comfort Jia Zhengliang, Zuo Yu couldn't help but curl his lips.

Just as Li Yun said, if Jia Zhengliang was given enough acceleration time and distance, his Nine Hundred Life and Death could indeed injure or even kill Li Yun now, but how much is enough?

With the characteristics of Jiubai Shengmo, if there is enough distance and time to accelerate, let alone killing Li Yun, he can even accelerate the flying knife to the speed of light and easily pierce or even destroy the entire earth!

Not to mention the endurance of the Qi in Jia Zhengliang's body, even if he had unlimited energy and unlimited Qi, it would require an extremely exaggerated acceleration distance and time to accelerate the flying knife to the speed of light.

It is probably difficult to achieve one percent or even one thousandth of your goal in your entire life.

Of course, such exaggerated speed is not required to deal with Li Yun.

But for Jia Zhengliang today, killing Li Yun is as impossible as accelerating to the speed of light.

With his speed of nine hundred life and death just now, at most he could only break Li Yun's skin, and then he would be blocked by harder muscles, or even broken by Li Yun's exaggeratedly strong muscles and bones.

Among all the audience present, only Zuo Yu knew the reason why Li Yun dodged. He was not afraid of Jia Zhengliang's Nine Hundred Life and Death, but he did not want the flying knife that the other party had cultivated for his entire life to be destroyed.

Looking at the silent scene, Zuo Yu thought for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, jumped over the railing in front of him and landed in the field.

Since the company has already found out about the village, their forged identities will be exposed sooner or later. Instead of being questioned or even withdrawn from the competition due to identity issues in a few days, it is better to make a big fuss now.

With this thought in mind, Zuo Yu jumped into the venue amid everyone's astonished gazes.

Looking at Zuo Yu walking towards him, Li Yun was a little surprised, but he still stopped and silently cooperated with Zuo Yu's actions.

Zuo Yu walked behind him, put his hands in his pockets, and stood back to back with him, looking around at the audience outside the stadium.

At the same time, the next contestants Wang Bing and Deng Youfu also entered the venue.

Seeing Zuo Yu and Li Yun standing back to back in the middle of the venue, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Old Master Lu Jin frowned and said loudly: "Zuo boy, what are you doing? If you want to fight, you can wait for the next game. Don't disturb other players from entering the venue..."

"Grandpa Lu, old Taoist priest." Zuo Yu grinned and looked at the old Taoist priest and others in the audience. "We two brothers are a little tired of bullying boring opponents these past two days. How about this? Why don't we take on the remaining contestants together? Whether it's a round-robin battle or a team battle, we two brothers have no objection..."

"Oh!"

Old man Wang Ai, who came to watch his grandson's competition, couldn't help but sneer. He also leaned on his cane and said in a sinister tone: "Whose child is this? He is so ignorant..."

Zuo Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "Master Wang, if you don't want to admit your age, you can also come and try!"

“Oh?” Old Master Wang Ai laughed angrily, slammed his cane in his hand, cracked the stone slab under his feet, and snorted angrily, “Young people just don’t know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is. They are so arrogant and conceited. Sooner or later, they will die in the martial arts world. Old Taoist priest, what are you waiting for? Send someone to take these two idiots away!”

"Who's going to take them away, you?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at Wang Ai and said calmly, "Old Wang, you didn't watch the match. These two guys are as strong as monsters. I'm afraid no referee in my Taoist temple can control them. If you want to take them away, you can go down and try it yourself!"

"So what should we do? Just let them mess around here?"

"Or should we old guys swallow our pride and go out and deal with them ourselves?"

While the Ten Lords Wang Ai and Lu Ci were arguing with the old Taoist priest, the next contestant, Wang Bu, walked up impatiently, looked at Zuo Yu and Li Yun standing in the middle of the field and said, "Hey, you two, didn't you hear what my grandfather said? Get out of here if you know what's best for you. You have to force my grandfather to take action personally..."

Before he finished his words, a raging flame suddenly came, like a solid pillar of fire, hitting Wang Bing's body hard against the wall of the venue.

"Bang--"

The wall cracked into spider-web-like cracks, Wang Bing spat out a mouthful of blood, his head tilted and he fainted.

His clothes had been burned away by the flames, his skin had been corroded by the fire poison, his entire head had swollen like a pig's head, and there was not a single piece of healthy skin or flesh on his body.

Zuo Yu glanced at the unconscious Pig-Head King and said in a faint tone.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"you!"

In the audience, Wang Ai widened his eyes and stared at Zuo Yu with a cold and angry look.

Wang Bing is the great-grandson of Wang Ai and the most favored person among the younger generation of the Wang family. The Wang family has spoiled him since he was a child, which led to his extremely arrogant character and his self-righteousness.

When I first read the comics, Zuo Yu hated this character.

Now that there was an opportunity to teach him a lesson, Zuo Yu was naturally happy to do so.

Seeing Wang Bing unconscious in the corner of the venue, Deng Youfu couldn't help but frown, adjusted his glasses, and said calmly: "You two, my opponent has been defeated by you, so now tell me, who will be my opponent?"

Zuo Yu raised an eyebrow, looked at him and smiled: "Do you want to be like him?"

Deng Youfu raised his lips and said calmly, "I am different from him. You use fire, right? What a coincidence that the man I have served for many years hates fire the most. Why don't you exchange some ideas..."

As he spoke, Deng Youfu stomped his feet hard, clasped his hands together in front of him, and shouted loudly.

"The third generation of the Deng family is blessed!"

“Please invite Master Liu—err err err—to come on!”

Along with shouting in a strange tone, Deng Youfu clasped his hands together and shook his head like a rattle.

The next second, Deng Youfu suddenly stepped hard, and a large amount of cold black air instantly spread from his body.

Deng Youfu's entire appearance seemed to have changed, from his original gentle and elegant appearance to that of a jungle predator with cold eyes and a slightly bloodthirsty aura.

The pair of black pupils suddenly shrank into snake pupils, the corners of the mouth slightly opened, revealing sharp teeth like snake fangs.

"Got it, useless stuff!"

Deng Youfu muttered to himself impatiently, "If I could borrow your power and you could fully exert it, there would be no need for me to do it myself... Don't worry, I will spare the lives of these two little brats."

Feeling the cold black aura emanating from Deng Youfu at this moment, everyone in the audience was amazed.

"It's so cold! This can't be called Qi anymore, right?"

"It's simply too much. Even the legendary demonic energy is only this powerful, right?"

“I suspect that even ordinary people who don’t understand Qi can see the black energy coming out of him!”

Everyone in the audience was talking about it. Wang Ai, who was about to appear in person, couldn't help but stop when he saw this scene. He looked at Deng Youfu who was possessed by a spirit and narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Zuo Yu looked at Deng Youfu with great interest, and asked with a chuckle, "May I ask your name, sir?"

Deng Youfu glanced at him and grinned, "Changbai Mountain, Liu Kunsheng."

Deng Youfu comes from a family of spirit mediums in Northeast China. They have been worshipping their family spirits for generations, and can reach a cooperative relationship with them through special means. They can borrow the power of the family spirits, or let the family spirits possess their bodies when fighting against the enemy, thereby gaining powerful strength.

Like the spirits Feng Xingtong invited, the so-called family fairies are also animals that have cultivated into elves.

In a world under one person, all living things have Qi, including animals.

But they are not born with minds like humans. If they want to obtain Qi, they must first encounter a great opportunity to open their minds. Fortunately, most animals are simple in nature, and once they obtain Qi, they progress faster than humans.

There are five main types of household gods in the spirit medium family, namely fox, yellow, white, willow and gray.

The fox fairy is a fox, the yellow fairy is a weasel, the white fairy is a hedgehog, the willow fairy is a snake, and the gray fairy is a mouse.

The name of the immortal Deng Youfu invited was Liu Kunsheng, which means that its true form should be a snake...

“Little kid.” Deng Youfu, or Liu Kunsheng, narrowed his eyes and smiled sinisterly at Zuo Yu. “The fact that you can make Youfu call me out shows that you still have some skills. But I don’t want to bully the weak, and I don’t want to hurt your life. How about this, I’ll let you have three moves first. After three moves, if you still don’t want to surrender, don’t blame me for being merciless!”

“…”

Zuo Yu and Li Yun looked at each other and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Hearing the two people's laughter, Liu Kunsheng frowned. He thought he would feel angry, but for some reason, not only did he not feel any anger in his heart, but he also inexplicably had an ominous premonition.

Before he could think about it, Zuo Yu said calmly: "You said that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, blazing flames suddenly rose from his body, and the terrifying heat wave instantly swept across the entire venue, like blood dripping into ink, quickly defeating the black air that permeated Liu Kunsheng's body, becoming the only color in the entire venue.

The high temperature melted the bluestone floor at Zuo Yu's feet, turning the rock into magma that flowed around his feet.

The ground in the center of the venue began to collapse into a lake, the metal railings on the auditorium became so hot that they were almost red, and all the spectators' clothes began to emit black smoke and some even burst into flames.

Faced with this terrifyingly high temperature, everyone present could only use their own methods to put out the flames on their bodies.

Liu Kunsheng used black gas to put out the burning white shirt and looked at Zuo Yu in the center of the fire wave with uncertainty.

He was seen standing in the center of the flames with a calm expression, with golden-red flames burning about 20 to 30 centimeters from his body. His black hair fluttered in the rising flames, like the Super Saiyan in the Dragon Ball comics.

Unlike the embarrassed crowd, Zuo Yu's black T-shirt and black trousers miraculously did not catch fire.

And it wasn't just him, Li Yun's pants were still intact, and he was even shirtless, standing closest to Zuo Yu, looking at him calmly, as if the horrible flames around him didn't exist at all.

"Are you ready?" Zuo Yu said with a playful look on his face, "I'm going to take action!"