(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 9:30 am)

That murderous aura and indomitable determination make people's scalp numb.

Meng Shi's Qi had been terrifying since yesterday, but no one expected that it hadn't reached its peak yet.

Since the beginning of the first-level ceremony, I don’t know how many practitioners have laughed at the Northern Wei Dynasty, which has always been characterized by fierce folk customs, for choosing such a short and thin stepson. But today, no one can say such a thing.

In Meng Shi, everyone indeed saw the fierceness of the north.

No, that is something colder than toughness.

Ying Baoyue stared at the woman in the audience who would become as cold as ice once she got on the fighting stage, as if she was seeing an ice queen.

Meng Shi is really strong.

She wielded the sword today without any hesitation.

For a swordsman, Meng Shi has entered the strongest realm.

A swordsman who is focused on nothing is always the strongest.

The faces of the high-level practitioners in the audience gradually became serious as they looked at the two people confronting each other on the stage.

Originally, many people wanted to see the farce of these brothers fighting in the same room, but Meng Shi's aura did not weaken at all, but became even sharper.

If this is the case with the people around him, how will this stepson be so invincible when facing practitioners from other countries?

More people's eyes fell on Mo Hua opposite. As the Yakui of this year's preliminary ceremony, this humble practitioner has always kept a low profile.

If Meng Shi is an unsheathed sword with the same rays of light as the sun, then this practitioner with a mysterious origin named Mo is like the shadow behind the sun, giving people a gray impression.

But even though he is so low-key, in the secret evaluations of major Soochow families, Mo Hua's name has been secretly circulating, and he has always been on the list of practitioners to pay attention to in this intermediate-level ceremony, and ranked among the top.

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You know, if you can achieve such a ranking while keeping a low profile, it only proves that this person is even more terrifying.

According to the speculations of various hidden masters, Mo Hua has not yet used his swordsmanship in this intermediate level ceremony.

Hiding his strength to such an extent is simply terrifying. All the major families are desperately searching for Mo Hua's situation, but they find nothing.

Looking at the two people on the stage, the audience's eyes were so hot that they could set rocks on fire.

But compared to the heat under the stone platform, it was very quiet above the stone platform. A gust of cool wind blew by, and the broken hair on Meng Shi's face floated, but it remained motionless.

This proves that her energy has been raised to the extreme.

She really is serious.

Being stared at by many people, Mo Hua had a smile on his face.

Meng Shi slowly raised his sword and pointed it at the young man opposite him calmly.

"Draw your sword."

Mo Hua stared at her eyebrows quietly without moving.

The atmosphere is stagnant.

The expressions of the practitioners in the audience changed slightly, "He doesn't want to admit defeat, does he?"

Mo Hua's protection of Meng Shi has always been obvious to all. Meng Shi was born in poverty but was able to avoid being ignored by Beihan Pavilion. Although his own ability played a major role, it was also related to Mo Hua's support. That murderous spirit and indomitable spirit

The determination makes one’s scalp numb.

Meng Shi's Qi had been terrifying since yesterday, but no one expected that it hadn't reached its peak yet.

Since the beginning of the first-level ceremony, I don’t know how many practitioners have laughed at the Northern Wei Dynasty, which has always been characterized by fierce folk customs, for choosing such a short and thin stepson. But today, no one can say such a thing.

In Meng Shi, everyone indeed saw the fierceness of the north.

No, that is something colder than toughness.

Ying Baoyue stared at the woman in the audience who would become as cold as ice once she got on the fighting stage, as if she was seeing an ice queen.

Meng Shi is really strong.

She wielded the sword today without any hesitation.

For a swordsman, Meng Shi has entered the strongest realm.

A swordsman who is focused on nothing is always the strongest.

The faces of the high-level practitioners in the audience gradually became serious as they looked at the two people confronting each other on the stage.

Originally, many people wanted to see the farce of these brothers fighting in the same room, but Meng Shi's aura did not weaken at all, but became even sharper.

If this is the case with the people around him, how will this stepson be so invincible when facing practitioners from other countries?

More people's eyes fell on Mo Hua opposite. As the Yakui of this year's preliminary ceremony, this humble practitioner has always kept a low profile.

If Meng Shi is an unsheathed sword with the same rays of light as the sun, then this practitioner with a mysterious origin named Mo is like the shadow behind the sun, giving people a gray impression.

But even though he is so low-key, in the secret evaluations of major Soochow families, Mo Hua's name has been secretly circulating, and he has always been on the list of practitioners to pay attention to in this intermediate-level ceremony, and ranked among the top.

.

You know, if you can achieve such a ranking while keeping a low profile, it only proves that this person is even more terrifying.

According to the speculations of various hidden masters, Mo Hua has not yet used his swordsmanship in this intermediate level ceremony.

Hiding his strength to such an extent is simply terrifying. All the major families are desperately searching for Mo Hua's situation, but they find nothing.

Looking at the two people on the stage, the audience's eyes were so hot that they could set rocks on fire.

But compared to the heat under the stone platform, it was very quiet above the stone platform. A gust of cool wind blew by, and the broken hair on Meng Shi's face floated, but it remained motionless.

This proves that her energy has been raised to the extreme.

She really is serious.

Being stared at by many people, Mo Hua had a smile on his face.

Meng Shi slowly raised his sword and pointed it at the young man opposite him calmly.

"Draw your sword."

Mo Hua stared at her eyebrows quietly without moving.

The atmosphere is stagnant.

The expressions of the practitioners in the audience changed slightly, "He doesn't want to admit defeat, does he?"

Mo Hua's protection of Meng Shi has always been obvious to everyone. Meng Shi was born in poverty but was able to avoid being ignored by Beihan Pavilion. Although his own ability played a major role, it was also related to Mo Hua's support.

The battles on the second day are all between strong men and strong men. It is a great help for practitioners to have one less battle. When the lot was drawn before, some people speculated that if He Lancheng faced Xu Bingqing in Beihan Pavilion,

Then the Imperial Master of the Northern Wei Dynasty would definitely ask one of them to admit defeat, abandon his chariot to protect the commander, and ensure the physical strength of the other disciple.

"Does Mo Hua also want to give up his car to save his handsome man?"

"Then if Meng Shi doesn't fight to maintain his strength in the quarterfinals, no one will be able to stop him in the semifinals."

Hearing whispers from the audience, Meng Shi frowned slightly and stared at the motionless Mo Hua in front of him, "What do you want to do?"

"I was thinking of admitting defeat before," Mo Hua lowered his hands to the scabbard and smiled slightly, "Have you forgotten? I promised you at the Beginner Ceremony that I would only stop you for the last time."

He tried his best to win against her in the primary ceremony to avoid Meng Shi's own loss, and to help her get a better position in the intermediate ceremony.

Meng Shi's eyes, which had been as calm as frozen ice since he came on stage, showed a ripple for the first time.

But this fragmentation is because of anger.

"Draw the sword," she said concisely and concisely, not intending to say more to him.

"Don't get me wrong."

Mo Hua's hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword and stared at her calmly, "I don't mean to despise you, but I judge that I can't win against you today."
Chapter completed!