Bai Wu fights outside the secret realm.

The place was bustling with people, major dance families, sects, academies and reporters gathered here, looking up at the screen divided into squares of small screens.

The status of each contestant in the Hundred Dance Battle is displayed on it, and the largest and most eye-catching large screen in the middle is showing the dazzling performance of each contestant.

"This Sandancer actually masters the seventh-level dance skill, disco!"

"Hiss...it's actually the long-lost Lord of Shadow Stream! Divided into three, it's so terrifying..."

"Hahaha, my Hu'er is really talented, and I actually broke through the ninth level of body training in the dance competition!"

The heroic laughter aroused the envy of the surrounding audience. At this moment, the bright moment changed to the river bank under the cliff, where several teenagers faced off.

"Huh? This isn't that boy from Fengyun Dance Academy. Who are they dancing with?"

There were exclamations from the audience.

"It's still six against five, who is that boy? He actually attracted the crowd from Fengyun Dance Academy to compete in dance..."

Everyone frequently cast their gaze towards the center of the whirlpool, the seat of Fengyun Dance Academy.

While smelling the fragrance and shouting, Mu Su turned over and stood on his head, with a flushed face he shouted coldly: "Five fingers can move the world!"

It was as if the young man who had been banished to immortality still looked indifferent.

This move caused whispers around him because the middle-aged man had already exceeded the age limit for players and was not even a player.

An old man was suddenly shocked and shouted: "Look carefully at his palm! The palm is not touching the ground, only the five fingers are supporting it!"

"Tell me you are actually fighting, but you can't see the special effects in the live broadcast."

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Tear--

"How are you!"

"Mu Su! Use the Great Desolate Prisoner's Finger on the enemy!"

"It won't matter if there's another one..."

"How is it possible? As that person's disciple, I am destined to walk that person's path again..."

"father!"

"It's actually Cai Zhiyin, the dancer from Fengyun Dance Academy..."

"An unsatisfying thing!"

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"Master Wuzi, please calm down..." An old man bowed down in fear, "The dog and his beloved grandson underestimate the enemy. Please let me personally catch that little beast in front of you."

Mu Su landed on the ground, his black hair on his forehead blocking his fierce eyes, and he glanced at the people who fell on the ground.

A cold shout was like a wake-up call. Looking at the arrogant expressions of everyone at Fengyun Dance Academy, everyone dared to be angry but dare not speak.

In the Fengyun Dance Academy seat, the young man who looked like a banished immortal indifferently glanced at the seriously injured students who fell to the ground on the screen, and spit out two words: "Trash..."

"grandfather!"

"That makes it much easier to accept."

He scolded the ashamed scarred young man and the middle-aged man, and then stared at Mu Su coldly: "You are worthy of bragging if you are defeated by this deacon..."

"I know……"

"Quasi-sacred dance skills..."

"father!"

The middle-aged man's face twitched and he became furious: "Let me see who can save you today!"

The sound of clapping and slapping was heard along with whispers. At the same time, on the bright screen, the dance competition, which had already been decided, suddenly changed.

Just the visual impact and soul impact of the initial gesture made Mu Su retreat uncontrollably. He stepped into a gravel beach with his feet and stood firm.

In the Dance Continent, dancers are respected. And in this land, the Super Dance Academy is an out-and-out behemoth, in charge of everyone's life and death.

"You can understand it that way."

"father!"

"It's just disdain. It is said that Cai Zhi changed to the ninth level of body refining two and a half years ago, and he has not yet broken through because he is waiting for the inheritance in the secret realm. At this time, the Baiwu War has just begun, and the inheritance has not yet started...

If Cai Yin enters, the other contestants will be no different than local chickens and dogs, and I am afraid that only the dancers from the other three major dance academies can compete with him."

"No...this is not hip-hop!"

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At this moment, in the center of the seat, a young man with an indifferent temperament, wearing yoga clothes and surrounded by stars from the dance academy, turned his eyes and looked indifferently at the person who spoke before: "Slap yourself."

"Are you questioning Fengyun Dance Academy?"

"Hmph, Master Maiko ordered me to capture this little beast."

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Su, with a hint of covetousness in his eyes: "Little beast, hand over the Great Desolate Prisoner's Heavenly Finger that you have learned. I will only destroy your dancing skills for the sake of your quasi-holy dance skills."

"Why is this copy so strange..."

"Is it just you, old beast?"

The scarred young man looked at the visitor and exclaimed.

Looking at the group of sharp-eyed strong men, they vomited blood, staggered backwards, and stopped talking after smelling the fragrance.

At the same time, the names of dance skills slowly swayed from the screen.

Among the crowd, a shy middle-aged man approached and answered with his hands raised: "Master Maiko, it is Quanzi..."

"Then why..."

Mu Su looked at the injured people and was thinking about how to deal with them.

"Did Cai Zhiyin not participate in the Hundred Dances War?"

The effect is outstanding.

I exclaimed even more in front of the bright screen.

"Hip-hop dance skills, handstand on one hand? Although it is a sixth-level dance skill, the opponent is dancing with a group of swans... not to mention how long can he hold on?"

"Shh... you don't want your life? You even dare to say bad things about the four major dance academies."

"Deacon Evil Eye, I remember this person is your son?"

"The Finger of the Great Desolation Prisoner of Heaven...the five fingers move the universe!"

The father and son suddenly shouted at the same time. Mu Su turned around suddenly and saw a white-haired old man walking on the gravel beach.

The surrounding audience all realized that perhaps only the quasi-saint dance skills could have such power.

Mu Su instantly fell down, covering his red and trembling left arm.

The swan dance group of Fengyun Dance Academy collapsed instantly, and there was a shocking exclamation. The only one who can instantly defeat the swan dance group is the legendary...

"Does anyone recognize this student?"

The middle-aged man suddenly tore off his shirt, exposed his chest, raised his arms, raised his feet, and performed a swan dance.

All eyes immediately turned to the seats at Fengyun Dance Academy.

Mu Su was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly saw a silhouette coming slowly from the distance.

"This won't work, we are no match!" Wen Xiang shouted anxiously.

The old man stepped on the spot with the soles of his feet, and his swan dance posture was more elegant and standard than that of the middle-aged man. The posture alone forced Mu Su to use Five Fingers to Move the Universe to fight!

"He failed, you go and get back the quasi-holy dance skills for him."

Mu Su's face gradually turned red, veins appeared on his trembling arms, and his little finger was raised little by little...

Sweat dripped down his face, Mu Su put on a forced smile:

The middle-aged man underestimated the power of the quasi-saint's dance skills and only managed to hold on for a few seconds before falling to his son's side.

But I saw the young man surrounded by Fengyun Dance Academy with his hands on the ground, his posture was very ugly, and he raised one hand precariously.

Hearing Maiko's indifferent words, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with covetousness, and he stepped into the dreamland.

"The Great Desolation Prisoner's Heavenly Finger, four fingers... break the sky!"

I saw the face of the old man who was originally sneering suddenly changed, he staggered backwards and fell down, and three generations of grandparents gathered together.

The exhausted Mu Su fell straight down and lay on his back on the gravel beach, his face and arms already red.

After a moment of recovery, Mu Su climbed up with support, raised his head, faced the screen, and slowly moved his palms across his neck.
Chapter completed!