After being knocked down, Zuixiang. Putao laughed and approached Yang Yu, "I admit I underestimated you, you do indeed qualify to be my formidable opponent."
"Oh, but I don't want to be your formidable opponent, just stay wherever it's cool." Yang Yu responded coldly, shooing Zuixiang. Putao away and standing in place waiting for the next match to start.
Zuixiang. Putao wanted to say something more, but turned around to find his arms bound by other members of the Plant Clan,
"Let's go, let's go, don't embarrass yourself here."
No matter how Zuixiang. Putao shouted and struggled, he was still dragged away like a dead pig by the other members of the Plant Clan.
Yang Yu's next opponent also stepped onto the stage. The final match felt easier to Yang Yu than any he had fought before; within a couple of moves, his opponent had fallen.
"The winner, Yang Yu!"
As the voice of Cuiyu. Jiucai fell, so too ended the selection contest of the Plant Clan.
