"Yang Ming! You are too cunning!"

As soon as Yang Ming jumped off the ring, he was hit on the back by Hu Yue's small fists. He was rough and thick-skinned, and the blow actually hurt Hu Yue's hand. Lin Ruo, who came up with Hu Yue, was standing with them just now.

Maureen, who was together, had quietly slipped away.

"What's that stick move of yours?"

Lin Ruo was still more concerned about the stick used by Yang Ming in the final showdown. It was definitely not an ordinary stick, because he had heard about the Fang family's protective aura for a long time. Fang Ci, who practiced Vajra Arhat Fist, could not possibly

The protective aura was broken so easily.

Yang Ming carried the stick and grinned.

"Hey, that's something I realized when you were in retreat. By condensing my spirit and Qi on the stick, I feel like I'm one with the Bodhi Wishful Stick."

Yang Ming's feeling was very mysterious. He didn't know whether it was caused by the Bodhi Wishful Stick or the special nature of his own Qi.

All in all, it felt very comfortable to have Xunwu Fangci, one of the Miyun Five Tigers, in his hands.

Not long ago, he felt that he should keep a low profile, but since meeting Lao Lu, he has completely lost touch with the word low-key.

First, he attracted attention by beating Ho Tung, and today he defeated Fang Ci. This feeling of being in the limelight is really good.

Yang Ming felt that in fact, he was not a person who liked to keep a low profile. Although he understood this truth, how could any young man not pursue glory?

"The next match is between Tianhengshan Molin and Miyunqi Motu!"

Mr. Hong's voice was very clear. When Yang Ming heard the old man's voice, he leaned on his stick and looked towards the ring.

Mo Lin is a disciple of Master Taiyin among the three generations of disciples of Tianheng Mountain. He was born in Momen, a Mohist family. The Mohist family is famous for its machine arts in the empire. The Mohist family has been in charge of the Xuanji Pavilion of the empire for many years. He is mainly responsible for the machine arts, wooden ox and horse, and crossbow chariot.

Design and manufacture of mechanical equipment and other equipment.

The person facing Mo Lin was his biological brother, Motu.

This Motu is also a well-known strong man in Miyun Banner. His strength is second only to Tang Xin among the younger generation, but his ability on the battlefield is indeed incomparable to Tang Xin. Motu's nickname can be crowned as the highest among the younger generation of Mohism.

You can know it by its title - "Mo Gong".

When brothers meet, the atmosphere is so solemn, it feels like fratricide.

"The old rule is, don't hurt your life, until you hit the mark..."

"Mr. Hong!" Mo Lin's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his frail-looking body suddenly knelt down on one knee and saluted Mr. Hong.

"Junior Mo Lin is willing to sign a life and death certificate and fight Motu with all his strength today until the decision is made between life and death!"

"What?"

"what the hell?"

"Is this kid looking for death?"

As soon as Mo Lin said this, Mr. Hong was stunned for a moment, then turned his attention to Motu, who nodded nonchalantly.

"Although this is your request, I cannot comply with this matter. If something happens to you two, I will still come to rescue you."

After Mr. Hong said that, he left the scene. At this time, only the two brothers from the Mo family were left on the scene.

"Do you really want me to die?"

"Yes, I will not only kill you, but also avenge those cousins ​​who died in your hands!"

Mo Lin's expression was no longer that gloomy and spiritless look, and her indifferent eyes were suddenly replaced by bloodshot anger.

Among the three generations of disciples, there were very few people with long hair like Mo Lin. The cold winter wind blowing against his face blew his long hair. As the true energy began to flow rapidly, Mo Lin had three more hairs in his hands.

A disc.

"What is that? It's a bit strange."

Naturally, Yang Ming had never seen Mo Lin's tactics before. Whenever he had question marks hanging over his head, Lin Ruo was the best person for him to ask.

"The foundation of the Mohist Momen's mechanism technique, the soul-capturing disk."

A lady like Lin Ruo naturally knows much more than the average person. Lin Ruo had learned about the Soul Capture Pan when she was in the Lin family.

A member of the Mo family of the Mohist clan, he has been practicing mechanical skills since he was a child. The most basic and important thing is the operation of the Soul Capture Plate. A plate is eight inches in diameter and contains mechanical devices such as blades, potions, and hidden arrows.

The operation of the soul-capturing disk is connected by three long ropes, and the soul-capturing disk is operated through the guidance of true energy to carry out different attack methods. It is said that the highest level of control of the soul-capturing disk is to control four disks at the same time, which is what the current Mohist family master can achieve.

s level.

At this age, Morin is considered to be extremely talented to be able to control three sets at the same time.

"It's been so long and you're still so stupid."

Motu looked at the soul-capturing disks flying towards him, and he didn't even look panicked at all. He turned around and directly avoided the attack of the three soul-capturing disks, and pulled out a folding fan from behind.

"The body technique is very essential!"

Although Taoist Master Tian Heng praised Mo Tu, he was still very worried about Mo Lin's situation at this time. When Master Shangqing took Mo Lin up the mountain, he knew about the child's difficult situation. Due to certain rules among the sects,

Taoist priest Tianheng should not interfere in the Mo family's housework.

Although Mo Lin stayed in Tianheng Mountain and became a disciple of Master Taiyin, he basically practiced the Mohist's own mechanism techniques and did not practice the martial arts and martial arts of Tianheng Mountain.

"Although Motu is a bit more violent, he is a top-notch master in both body and skills."

Adjutant Li had a high opinion of Mo Tu. There is such a thing as hostility, and none of the young children of the Mo family are bitter and hateful. The tradition of their family is twisted and cruel.

This was all caused by the actions of the contemporary head of the Mohist family. The children of the Mohist family were labeled as cruel as soon as they could speak and act.

Children of several years old began to compete cruelly after being forced to memorize their own machine skills and exercises. The head of the family believed that only cruel competition could allow them to use more and more unique ideas in machine skills, thus allowing them to

His own mechanism skills have been sublimated.

Therefore, the outstanding young people of the Mo family are basically the survivors of fratricide. Those of the same clan who lost their lives in the competition will lose their lives, and those who survive will become the permanent members of the Mohist machine arts workshop.

Labor until they die.

"If you ask me, Mo Tianxing of the Mo family has had his brain gnawed by a dog. He can think of such crazy methods. No wonder most of the dead soldiers in the empire are from the Mo family. This group of people would be worse off dead than alive."

What Lao Lu said was rough and unreasonable. Mo Tianxing was indeed a bit crazy, but it was this crazy person who allowed the empire to have more than 300 warriors who were not afraid of death, and established a stronghold in the northern frontier of the empire.

With tens of thousands of troops to defend the city, his wooden oxen and flowing horses provided a solid guarantee for the empire's food and grass.

Although he is crazy, he knows that the country is more important than the sky.

Although this sacrificed the happiness of three generations of the Mo family, Mo Tianxing himself said that even if he went to the eighteenth level of hell, he would have no regrets.

When hundreds of thousands or millions of barbarians from northern Xinjiang moved south, the tens of thousands of soldiers stationed on the city towers were the best support for the border guards.

Mo Tianxing felt that the happiness of three generations of his Mo family was worth the lives of hundreds of thousands of border guards.

"You're stupid, you're still using a low-level thing like a soul-capturing disk. Let me teach you what the art of mechanism is!"

The folding fan in Motu's hand unfolded, and it was like a peacock opening its tail, with all seven colors, from red to purple.

He opened the folding fan, but a stream of true energy was injected into the folding fan. From the red folding fan pages, a blazing tongue of fire flew out. Along with this tongue of fire, Motu threw out three arrows with his other hand.

It was a flying knife with a handle, and the flying knife made a violent sound in the air accompanied by tongues of fire.

Mo Lin hurriedly pulled back the soul-capturing disk. Just when the soul-capturing disk touched the flying knife thrown by Motu, the flying knife turned into thousands of iron needles. The iron needles were burned by the tongues of fire.

It was as bright red as blood.

"Lin of red sand!"

Lin Ruo blurted out, this kind of sinister poison will sink into the steel needle after being burned by the flame. The structure of these three flying knives is extremely clever. Its shell is crisp. After being hit, the shell will

When the whole thing breaks into pieces, the iron needle inside will combine with the poison.

With the temperature of the tongue of fire, the poison is completely immersed in the iron needles. The densely packed iron needles will be poisoned as long as they are touched. Although the dose is not large, the poison of Red Sand Lin will directly anesthetize people.

The murderous poison cannot be burned. This intoxicating poison will also produce a strong burning sensation after being burned. The high temperature can allow the iron needle to penetrate into the skin better.

Seeing this, Mo Lin hurriedly opened a package hidden on the wall of his hand. It was a small shield. After giving up the operation of the soul-capturing disk, he quickly poured his own energy into the small shield, and a layer of golden

A shield of infuriating energy opened in front of him.

The shield completely protected Mo Lin's body, blocking thousands of flying needles directly in front, and some flying needles flew directly to the bottom of the ring. Mr. Hong took action in time to block the flying needles, and Yang Ming picked them up curiously.

caught a flying needle that fell to the ground.

"Wow, so hot!"

The red-hot flying needle directly burned Yang Ming's hand. He blew on it hurriedly. The flying needle was forged very finely and could pierce the skin with just a touch.

"This is too poisonous!"

Yang Ming was immediately frightened and threw the flying needle directly on the ground. At this time, he had placed the Mo family's Momen in a position that he should never mess with.

Seeing that Mo Lin had resisted the flying needle attack, Mo Tu immediately rushed towards Mo Lin. The yellow light of the peacock fan immediately shone, and a golden blade-like sharp knife appeared on the edge of the fan blade, directed at Mo Lin's true energy.

The shield thrust through.

The sharp knife in between easily pierced Molin's shield and pierced Molin's eyes.

The Mo family's mechanism technique has a method specifically used to break the zhenqi shield. This method is simple to say, it is to use extremely high-speed zhenqi flow to cut the zhenqi shield.

The sharp knife looks like an ordinary bayonet, but there is extremely high-speed flow of true energy swirling on the sharp knife.

The sharp knife broke through Molin's shield and passed straight through Molin's eyes.

"Qiang!"

There was a harsh sound of metal meeting each other. Molin took out a metal rod shaped like a rolling pin from somewhere and blocked the sharp knife. The true energy on the knife was still cutting the metal.

The coating on the rod was fine, but there was no response.

In Molin's other hand, a similar metal rod was constantly tapping the ground of the ring.

"Look! What is that?"

As Mo Lin's knocking sound gradually increased, two flying shadows flew quickly towards the ring in the sky.

"Flying mechanism technique!"

Lu Cheng, who was in the stands, suddenly became energetic from his paralyzed state. He still knew enough about the Mohist clan. As far as he knew, not even that old madman Mo Tianxing could make a flying object.

Things come.

At this time, on the stage, Mo Lin was using the two strange metal rods to echo the two shadows flying in the sky! If you look closely, you will see that they are two flying birds.

"Old man, I have to talk to you."

"It's no use talking to me, you have to talk to your third senior brother."

"Hey, then I have to talk to Third Senior Brother." Zhang Laosi said at the side. Lu Cheng looked at Zhang Laosi with a bored expression.

"Don't look at me like that. A good place for such a talent is to come to Zhongzhou Mu. Even if you can't be in Miyun Banner, it's fine to go to another banner!"

Lu Cheng was choked by Zhang Laosi. After thinking about it, he really felt unhappy. Zhang Laosi kept tripping him up here, which really made Lu Cheng feel very aggrieved.

If you want to recruit Mo Lin, you have to see if Mo Lin is willing.

At this moment in the arena, the machine sparrows were attacking Motu very quickly. The beaks of both sparrows were sharp blades and they stabbed Motu's body.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Motu retreated quickly. As he retreated, he was still being chased by the machine sparrow. Because he had one hand free, Mo Lin's sensitivity in operating the machine sparrow was even higher.

A flying machine bird is like a flying knife on a string.

Seeing this, Motu no longer hid his strength. He pulled out the blue blades of the peacock fan directly, and after injecting his true energy, it turned into an indigo scroll.

Motuma opened the scroll and slapped it hard with his palm full of energy. A three-meter-square magic circle spread around him in an instant.

"Transfer the formation." Motu shouted, the true energy in the formation was turbulent, and three tiger machine beasts appeared in the formation.

Following the machine beast

With the appearance of the machine bird, the attack of the machine bird slowed down. Mo Lin pulled back the machine bird in time. Facing Motu, he did not dare to act rashly.

"You can actually create a machine bird." Although Motu's breath has stabilized, his expression is still a little surprised.

"Do you regret not killing me in the first place?"

Mo Lin asked, his tone was very cold, and a strong anger and hatred burst out from his heart.

Motu just smiled disdainfully and did not answer Mo Lin's question. With a wave of his hand, he used the peacock fan to control the three tiger machine beasts and killed Mo Lin.

Although the machine bird has extremely high speed, this kind of thing is useful for sneak attacks, but it is completely useless for defense.

But what Motu didn't expect was that when the machine beast had just killed Mo Lin, Mo Lin used a machine bird to stab the machine beast's claws. The machine bird was beaten to pieces and scattered.

A lot of dust came out.

"It's just an egg hitting a rock."

Seeing Mo Lin's suicidal way of operating the machine bird, Motu shook his head, then waved his folding fan and ordered the machine bird to kill Mo Lin.

However, the machine beast did not make any movement.

"Magnet Sand"

Motu just hesitated for a moment, and then told the name of the dust. However, how could this machine fly so fast with so much magnet sand in it?

He didn't have time to think, Mo Lin directly blew up one of the machine birds, and the other machine bird quickly killed Motu. Motu quickly waved his peacock fan, and the green and cyan fan blades all flashed, and there was a burst of green.

Smoke erupts from the blades of the peacock fan.

After Morin's machine bird rushed into the smoke, there was no movement.

"Corrosion." Molin quickly judged the effect of the green smoke. After his machine bird entered the smoke, important parts were corroded, but he had a backup plan.

As the machine bird was corroded, a large amount of white powder suddenly appeared in the green smoke.

A strong smell of gunpowder spread from the ring.

"Saltpeter!" Motu hurriedly dodged, and Molin suddenly clenched the metal rod, and the ignition device left in the machine bird was activated instantly.

boom!

A huge explosion swept through the entire arena, and the fluctuations in the air formed a huge wind. Amidst the howling wind and sparks, a bright blade suddenly appeared on the metal rod in Molin's hand.

He braved the wind and sparks of the explosion and rushed towards Motu quickly.

He must stab Motu!

For revenge, to send this murderer to hell.

Mo Lin's speed was not very fast, but in this level of wind, Mo Tu couldn't move his body very well. Just as Mo Lin's blade was about to pierce Mo Tu's heart, Mo Lin suddenly appeared beside his ear.

That nightmarish voice.

"Stupid brother."

A disdainful smile appeared on Motu's lips, and the green blades of the peacock fan turned into streams of light and wrapped around Molin's hands and feet.

"Tie the Immortal Rope!"

Among the Zhenqi practiced by Mohists, it is the only move that can be called an offensive method. Using Zhenqi to transform into shape can temporarily restrain the enemy in front of him. Although the range is very small and not very practical, when the machine master is approached by someone,

This is the best way to save your life when you are injured.

Mo Lin was restrained, and just when Mo Tu's fan was about to hit Mo Lin's neck, golden Qi suddenly burst out around Mo Lin, and a Tiangan Zhen Qi was completely different from the Mo family's Qi.

Qi burst out from Mo Lin's body.

"This stance is... Tiangan Good Fortune Fist!"

Lin Ruo in the audience was very familiar with the stance. Isn't this the signature boxing style of Tianhengshan Senior Brother Lu Chen, Tiangan Good Fortune Fist?

"Is it possible that while practicing his own Qi, Mo Lin also cultivated Tiangan Qi?"

"How is it possible? How can one person practice two kinds of Qi? Mo Lin is just borrowing power."

Faced with Yang Ming's question, Lin Ruo gave a reasonable explanation.

Mo Lin probably borrowed Lu Chen's energy before going on the field, and then was able to use this energy to avert danger in times of crisis.

Yes, Mo Lin did borrow Lu Chen's Qi. This is the same as when Lu Cheng instilled Qi into Yang Ming. The only difference is that Mo Lin used the method of charging to temporarily pass the Qi through the method.

The formation is sealed in its own metal pole.

This is indeed unexpected, but it is already illegal behavior.

The match between He Dong and Yang Ming was not considered a formal arena at all. He Dong beat Hu Yue and even used cold poison, something that was clearly prohibited in the match. So it is understandable that Lu Cheng also made some small moves for Yang Ming.

.

But in this formal competition at this time, this kind of behavior only affects the rules of the competition. Logically speaking, Molin has already lost at this time.

However, Mo Lin's desire to kill Motu went beyond the outcome of this competition.

When Motu saw that Mo Lin had decided to kill him, the last blade of the peacock fan also emitted a hazy halo, and he swung it towards Mo Lin's head.

"That's it! Maureen lost!"

Mr. Hong's voice was drowned out by the whistling wind. At this time, it was too late for him to take action.

"Have a good examination, it won't be good if someone dies."

Just when the brothers Motu and Mo Lin were about to kill each other, Lao Lu suddenly appeared on the field, as if teleporting, and grabbed the two brothers' sword blades and peacock fan with both hands.

"Xiao Bazi! How did he get there?"

Zhang Laosi looked at Lu Cheng who suddenly appeared, and his heart was filled with doubts.

"He actually hid it so deeply."

General Chen murmured something, and then stopped talking. Taoist Master Tianheng and him looked at each other and both remained silent.

"I'll go! Lao Lu, your skills are so handsome!"

While Yang Ming was sighing in the audience, Lin Ruo also seemed to have discovered some clues. The moment Lao Lu appeared, she cast an admiring look at this uncle who looked unattractive and had a perverse behavior for the first time.

Yang Ming didn't know what Lao Lu was doing, but she knew.
Chapter completed!