"Qin Mo, Imperial Martial Arts Academy, First Grade."

Qin Mo held up his sword, swung it in a semicircle in front of him, stepped onto the competition stage leisurely, and introduced himself.

Cheng Jun looked at Qin Mo, not daring to be careless.

Sun Yiyun was the last one to appear, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after Sun Yiyun took action first, Cheng Jun didn't find a chance to take action.

The reason is because of the special nature of Sun Yiyun's Yuan Skill.

Qin Mo's energy and blood were stronger than Sun Yiyun's.

The physical fitness is definitely stronger.

If he also masters some weird Yuan skills and his comprehension level is high enough, even if Cheng Jun can win, he will still be injured.

If you are really injured, you will definitely have to play in the next round.

Chengjun is not prepared to stop his winning streak here.

"Is he Qin Mo?"

At the leadership table, Zhong Shenxiu, the master of the Magic City Document Hall, suddenly came to his senses and said: "The Qin Mo who wrote the absolute second line of the couplet 'The swallow pierces the embroidered curtain, and the half-window jade cuts the golden branch'?"

"Isn't he a writer?"

Qin Mo originally made that absolute second line, and when it spread to Mowu, it also caused a great disturbance.

Zhong Shenxiu had seen the second couplet, and it was so neat and tidy that he could not have imagined that it was done by a freshman.

It shouldn't just be a simple duplicate of the name.

Writer.

As soon as Qin Mo appeared on the stage, he could tell that Qin Mo was full of talent and was definitely a literary master.

However, Qin Mo's blood is stronger than his talent, and he is an out-and-out martial artist.

Practicing both civil and military skills.

Zhong Shenxiu was not surprised, but he was quite surprised that a martial artist who could compete with absolute masters could become a member of the martial arts department in the exchange competition.

…

In the crowd, a beautiful girl with a ponytail saw Qin Mo walking onto the competition stage, her eyes lit up: "Qin Mo."

As a literary master of Mowu, Lin Youyin is also one of the students in this Mowu Literary Master Exchange Competition.

Today is the martial arts exchange competition. Although the literary masters are not on the field, they are all watching from the sidelines.

"Lin Youyin, do you know Qin Mo?" A boy in front of Lin Youyin heard Lin Youyin's voice and asked quickly.

Other people from the Mowu Literary Society also looked at Lin Youyin.

Lin Youyin said generously: "I know him, he is my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Your brother's surname is Qin? Cousin?"

"Do you think your brother can win Chengjun?"

The crowd immediately started chattering and speculating.

Lin Youyin didn't stick out her tongue, she carefully closed her mouth and didn't answer.

Emperor Wu and Mo Wu are feuding and old enemies. There is no need to get entangled in this matter.

…

"You are the one who said that the students from our 32nd Wuhan University are rubbish?" Cheng Jun's face was gloomy, and he obviously knew Qin Mo. He had seen the interview video at that time, and other students from Mowu had also seen the video, and they wanted to beat Qin Mo to death.

He thought he might not have a chance, but he didn't expect it to happen to him.

Qin Mo chuckled and didn't answer him.

Just say it casually, as for that?

If you are said to be rubbish, then you are rubbish?

I think you are stronger than me.

Not answering is the default.

In the audience, all the Mowu students were excited.

"Chengjun, beat him to death."

"Why is Diwu so arrogant?"

"That's it, how did you lose to us last year?"

Especially the students of Mowu, who are as good as chickens. If Cheng Jun defeats Qin Mo, he probably won't have to compete in this year's new martial arts exchange competition.

The first student sent out can sweep the entire round and even double-kill Emperor Wu.

The examiner glanced at the two of them, and after making sure there was no problem, he said: "Start."

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As the examiner's voice fell, Cheng Jun held the gun barrel with his left hand, pushed hard with his right hand, and stabbed Qin Mo with the silver gun like lightning.

Shooting Technique·Thunder

"As soon as he comes up, he will use his unique Yuan Technique move." Qin Mo was already prepared. He started to move quickly, and the speed of his feet suddenly increased. He communicated with the Yuan Technique Book in his body, released the Qingcheng Sword Art, and slashed the sword to the left like an arm in his hand.

"boom!"

In the direction where Qin Mojian slashed, a spear appeared out of thin air.

The sword and gun were exchanged, making a metallic trembling sound.

Cheng Jun's face moved slightly: "I've been discovered."

The most important means of attack in his shooting skills is the explosive power in a short period of time. He can attack first and form a killing move in a very short period of time. There are very few martial arts masters who can react.

The previous students couldn't see clearly what he was doing. They really waited for him to use his shooting skills to get closer. By the time they found out, it was already too late. They had to either dodge or be defeated by the gun.

But Qin Mo saw through his attacking position in the first move.

Cheng Jun's face turned grim, and he waved his arm violently, swinging the silver spear in a semicircle in the air and hitting Qin Mo.

Qin Mo, who used the gun completely as a stick and wanted to smash it, had his head blown.

If it was really hit, Qin Mo would have to be smashed to death even if he had made copper skin and iron bones.

Qin Mo could tell that the weapon in Cheng Jun's hand was also made of A-grade metal and was no lower quality than his sword.

In fact, it is very likely that it was exported by Emperor Wu Casting.

It would be too humiliating to be beaten to death by a weapon forged by one's own school.

Qin Mo dodged to the left, drew a circle with his right hand, and blocked Cheng Jun's shot.

But as soon as they fought, Qin Mo realized something was wrong.

Cheng Jun's spear was not fast or fast, but its power was far greater than the previous lightning bolt. Instead, it was like a wave after wave.

Shooting Skill·Canghai

Qin Mo could barely block the first blow, his face changed slightly, and he noticed something was wrong with Cheng Jun's blow.

The dense energy pressed against Qin Mo's sword blade, and the attacks continued like raindrops, which were transmitted to Qin Mo's arms, and a numb feeling surged up.

Although it was just one blow, Qin Mo suffered more than one attack.

"My shooting skills are more than just speed." A crescent moon appeared at the corner of Cheng Jun's mouth, and his vitality was poured into him without any reservation. The sword in Qin Mo's hand was directly knocked away.

"'Canghai' is not the most powerful, nor is it the fastest explosive, but it is the most useful trick for surprise attacks." Cheng Jun's physical fitness and strength are around 170, and the burst of 'Canghai' is probably slightly higher than

170 points of strength.

However, the victory lies in the number of attacks and the intensive attacks.

Generally, a martial artist will be injured by his attack even if he holds a weapon in his hand and blocks the attack.

Although Qin Mo was not injured by the shock, his weapon was lost.

The importance of weapons to a martial artist is self-evident. Without weapons, Qin Mo would have been defeated.

Cheng Jun's spear was as sharp as a sharp edge, and he said to Qin Mo with a disappointed look on his face: "Your strength is not as good as Sun Yiyun. Now that the weapon is thrown away, you have already lost."

"Strong, Chengjun, I thought it was going to be a fierce battle, but is this what Qin Mo is?"

"I also thought he was Diwu's trump card, that's it?"

"Obviously I'm a literary master, but I have to participate in a martial arts competition. What's the point of joining in the fun?"

"Don't give him a chance to admit defeat, beat him to death, and save us Mowu a nail in the literary and art exchange competition."

The Mowu martial artists not far away shouted one by one, and the sound like a wave of sound echoed throughout the playground.

That's it?

Not even a minute into the fight, the weapon was shot down.

You, Qin Mo, are you saying that most of the 32 martial arts schools are rubbish?

Don't embarrass Diwu.

Under everyone's contemptuous gazes, Qin Mo smiled and stretched his wrists. In other words, he was really not used to it without weapons.

Although Qingcheng Sword Technique is not very powerful, only a yellow-level mid-level skill, it is a good swordsmanship skill that can be mastered after all. Qin Mo has always avoided fighting with the physical body, holding the idea that he can use weapons without dirtying his hands.

I kept calling.

Without a sword as a weapon, I can only use physical skills.
Chapter completed!