At this stage where Han Mo is located, countless students have attracted, some of whom are surprised and some are puzzled. What they don’t understand is of course why Han Mo is so fast.

"Iron Fang is a Sanyuan Martial Artist. Why was this unknown boy beaten so badly?" Student A asked at the person beside him in surprise.

"I don't know, this kid might be a three-yuan martial artist. Maybe he is at a higher level, otherwise how could he have such a fast speed? Judging from this movement, tsk, ordinary people will not break their tendons." Student Yi said with envy, and began to imagine that Han Mo would teach him.

The most shocking thing was of course the person involved Tieya at this time. Tieya's face turned pale at this time. Of course, this was not caused by anger, but was kicked by Han Mo before, with blood on the tip of his nose.

"Can you still fight?" Han Mo asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the panting iron teeth.

The iron teeth fist clattered, but the pain from his right fist made him realize that his arm had been dislocated.

"What is your current strength?" Tieya asked in confusion after hesitating for a while.

Han Mo smiled and waved his hand and said, "You don't need to know this. I just want to say that your use of fighting energy is really bad. Not only is the three-yuan strength slow, but the strength is similar to that of binary."

Han Mo's series of ruthless words hit Tieya's heart. Tieya's breathing became rapid and he glanced at Han Mo fiercely and said, "I admit defeat today, but you are very strong, and we will meet again in the future." Tieya said that, he jumped out of the ring and rushed into the crowd.

Seeing the iron teeth fleeing in panic, deafening cheers burst out from the audience, and all speculated about Han Mo's identity and strength.

"Han Mo, you are so awesome." Han Ji shouted with a thumbs up at Han Mo on the ring.

As soon as Han Ji said something, many people immediately reacted and looked at Han Mo and said in surprise: "So he is Han Mo?"

"No wonder, this kid is actually Han Mo. I heard that he defeated the martial artist when he was a warrior. It's amazing."

"I also heard that Long Kong and his troops didn't take him down. A large group of people chased him for a long time but couldn't catch up. He is really my idol."

"It would be great when I could have the speed of him!"

Seeing the noise from the audience becoming louder, Han Mo touched his nose awkwardly, looked at the gold coins not far away, and whispered, "Do you want to take so much money?" Han Mo had never seen so many gold coins before. You should know that a silver coin can eat several big meals. One gold coin is one hundred silver coins, and there were actually five hundred in front of him at this time, and he was a little excited when he thought about it.

"Han Mo, why are you standing there? Go and get gold coins. This guy is playing a fight. If you win, it will be yours." Han Ji shouted impatiently when he saw Han Mo still hesitating. He had the urge to rush forward to grab it, but Han Mo was still dazed.

Han Mo nodded when he heard this, walked towards the gold coins with a look of joy. He really didn't expect that he could make some money when he came out to stroll. Han Mo looked at the pile of golden gold coins in front of him and reached out to grab it.

"Slow down!"

But just as Han Mo's hand was about to touch the gold coins, a thick voice quietly sounded behind Han Mo. Han Mo couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

The bottom of the ring suddenly became silent. The sudden change made everyone nervous again. This was a rhythm of good show.

The man who jumped onto the ring walked towards Han Mo and looked at Han Mo and said lightly: "There are a lot of gold coins, I'll fight."

Han Mo turned around and looked at the man who also looked at him, bowed and said, "Han Mo doesn't understand the rules here. Do the winners of these 500 gold coins have to accept the challenge?"

The man frowned slightly when he heard this, and nodded and said, "That's right, if you are willing to give up automatically, the gold coins belong to me, you can not accept the challenge."

Han Mo felt amused when he heard this. This was the biggest gain he had ever made. How could he give up so easily? After he hesitating, he bowed again: "I don't know my brother's name. I'm just a junior class student. I'm afraid it's a bit pleasing to fight like this."

Upon hearing that Han Mo was a student in the junior class, Ling Ze frowned and wondered in his heart why Dongfang Xiang asked him to steal a ring for the junior class. Although he was confused, he still said calmly: "My name is Ling Ze. The ring competition does not distinguish between classes. If you want, you will fight. If you don't want, you will admit defeat. The gold coins will belong to me."

"I won't give up the gold coins." Han Mo said with a smile.

"Then let's fight." Ling Ze didn't say anything nonsense and kicked Han Mo horizontally.

The sudden attack scared Han Mo, and the martial artist's strength burst out and flew out and kicked it right.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Han Moying retreated. After falling to the ground, he took more than ten steps back in a mess before stabilizing. He looked at Ling Ze with surprise. Ling Ze in front of him had at least the strength of the four-yuan martial artist, or even higher.

Ling Ze slowly retracted his right leg, looked at Han Mo and frowned, and then rushed up again.

"Damn, a student from the advanced class." Han Mo shook his right leg, which was a little numb, and his face became solemn. Looking at Ling Ze who was rushing towards him in anger, he gritted his teeth and met him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The two of them broke out violently when they first met, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Han Mo seemed to be at a disadvantage. Every time they hit Han Mo, they would retreat a little. Ling Ze's powerful force made Han Mo unable to withstand it.

"Han Mo has suffered this time, and he has fought with the Sanyuan Martial Artsman. Now he is fighting with a stronger man. How can he win?" Han Ji stood below and murmured impatiently.

At this time, far away from the ring, three men stood proudly on a huge rock, one of which was Dongfang Xiang, who had had a feud with Han Mo before.

"Boss, why did you ask Ling Ze to tear that kid's platform? Don't you think it's a bit useless?" Jing Zhi glanced at Dongfang Xiang and asked in confusion.

"Haha, the boss wants to force this kid out completely. See what he has learned during this period. The Sanyuan Martial Artsman can't do anything to him. Boss, I'm right?" Wan Dong said with a smile at Dongfang Xiang.

"The one who knows me must belong to Wan Dong. Yes, this kid is full of weirdness, and I am very puzzled. Why can he be so fast? Even if he breaks through the warrior, it is not so exaggerated. Who is not a martial artist, and who doesn't understand?" Dongfang Xiang said that, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he stared at the two people on the ring in the distance.

"drink!"

Han Mo shouted softly, twisted his feet one after another, and turned around and threw them towards Ling Ze's lateral brain.

Ling Ze looked at Han Mo's attack and chuckled, "Your attack is too weak, and you can't win by speed alone." After that, he punched Han Mo's leg and shook Han Mo backwards.

"Ah~ Damn!" Han Mo rubbed his legs in pain, looking at Ling Ze's face with some confusion. Ling Ze didn't look like he was coming for gold coins, but instead seemed to be playing with his own. He has hardly done any tricks until now, and has been dealing with him.

"Hey, if you fight, you'll be more thorough. I'm not a person who can't afford to lose. I won't hold a grudge against you even if I lose." Han Mo hesitated and said.
Chapter completed!