Sure enough, after Mu Yu entered, no one stopped him. There were people walking around in the Soul Palace, and everyone was wearing the same gray robe as him.
"The competition has begun. Let's go quickly. Although we are not strong enough, it is still fun to watch."
"The first place this time will not only get a generous reward, but also get to marry an ancient princess. I'm so jealous."
The voices of several Soul Palace disciples reached Mu Yu's ears.
"The princess of the ancient tribe? Isn't that Xun'er?"
Mu Yu made up his mind and followed those disciples closely.
After a while, Mu Yu arrived at an open area, which was now surrounded by hundreds of Soul Palace disciples.
The shouts were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, deafening and deafening.
At this time, there were already two Soul Palace disciples competing against each other on the competition stage.
There was an obvious difference in strength between the two, but with just a few moves, the leaner disciple kicked the other disciple off the stage, spitting at the mouth.
"Vulnerable!" the lean disciple said with some disdain.
"Alas, the gap between us ordinary disciples and the top ten is too big. Even Wang Ming, who is at the end of the top ten, is not something we can fight against."
"The master of the hall gives up the best resources to the top ten every time. Only then will the top ten have such a big gap with us."
"Forget it, we ordinary disciples have to wear it too. The rewards this time and the princess of the ancient tribe will definitely not escape the hands of the top ten."
In the audience, all the ordinary disciples shook their heads and sighed. Facing the powerful ten heroes, they could hardly resist.
"A bunch of trash, none of them is good enough for me, Wang Ming, to beat."
Seeing the timid appearance of the disciples in the audience, the lean disciple Wang Ming looked extremely arrogant in his eyes.
"With this little strength, how dare you be so arrogant!"
At this time, a young and unfamiliar voice came from the audience.
All the disciples heard the news and went away.
I saw a young man who was only about sixteen years old, slowly walking towards the competition stage.
The disciples in the audience unconsciously made way for him.
"You're not afraid of death. Come up here and see how I can knock you down in three moves."
Wang Ming was on the stage, with his arms crossed and his expression still disdainful.
"You don't need three moves." Mu Yu smiled lightly and said, "Maybe only one move is needed."
"You are quite self-aware." Wang Ming couldn't help but sneered, and then said: "Forget it, for the sake of our brothers, I will let you take action first, so that you don't even have a chance to take action."
"Thanks then."
Mu Yu's body suddenly flashed on the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Wang Ming.
Wang Ming was shocked. Just as he was about to raise his hand to stop him, Mu Yu's palm had already landed on Wang Ming's chest.
This palm was filled with strong internal energy, and Wang Ming was directly sent flying out of the competition stage.
"Wow!"
Wang Ming vomited blood and looked at Mu Yu on the stage with some resentment, but he was unable to stand up again.
I didn't expect that I would be careless.
Wang Ming looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.
There was an uproar around them. Unexpectedly, Wang Ming, one of the ten heroes, was defeated by an unknown disciple.
And he still lost with one palm.
This simply subverted their idea that the Ten Heroes were invincible.
All ordinary disciples looked at Mu Yu at this time, their eyes full of admiration.
Many of their disciples have been ravaged, ravaged and abused by the top ten inhumans.
At this time Mu Yu helped all of them vent their anger.
Not only was it a severe blow to the arrogant faces of the top ten heroes, but it also gave them the confidence to defeat the top ten heroes.
"You just succeeded in a sneak attack. There is nothing to be arrogant about."