The person speaking is very ugly, and can only be described in four words: sharp mouth, monkey cheeks.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Mo Cheng had no reaction, but the junior behind him laughed out loud.
“Don’t worry about flashing your tongue when you speak!”
"If you look down on someone so much, Brother Mo will make him look good later, which will cost him his face."
"..."
The timid-looking young man heard everyone's discussion and raised his lips: "Boy, they are very optimistic about you, but later, when you are lying on the ground, they may lose confidence in you.
"
"Are you so confident?" Mo Cheng's eyes turned cold. This man was too confident in his own strength, but he didn't know that his capital was insufficient.
"Hmph!" The man snorted coldly, "My name is Mu Peng. I hope that when you fall to the ground later, you will know whose hands you lost."
Then, take the lead!
Mo Cheng's face didn't look very good either. This ugly boy named Mu Peng had already devalued himself as useless. Although he didn't care about these nonsense, he was still a little angry.
Seeing Mu Peng rushing towards him, he said hello a few times and went to meet him.
When everyone saw the two of them, they started to fight without even saying hello, and quickly dispersed, leaving a wide scene.
for display.
"Take one of my moves!"
Mu Peng shouted loudly, and like a sudden storm, momentum burst out from his body.
The eighth level of the beginning!
Mo Cheng jumped back a few steps, and endless energy spread around his body. However, Mo Cheng himself was like the middle of the sea, bearing countless pressures. The spiritual power of the patterns followed Mo Cheng's body.
, was twisted and condensed into shape, and finally crashed into Mu Peng.
Mu Peng's pupils shrank, and behind his body, a streak of sky-rushing momentum came to cover up, covering Mo Cheng's powerful force.
Peng!
The collision was deafening.
Thousands of spiritual shock waves swept through the field like a sprint, lifting up patches of land.
The two protagonists, however, endured it with all their strength, especially Mu Peng, who had a higher level than Mo Cheng and could bear it better. However, Mo Cheng was actually being attacked.
This is just a simple force field competition.
Mo Chengshi's sixth level strength was fully displayed, and Mu Peng shook his head disdainfully.
Even the warriors at the ninth level of the Beginning Realm have been defeated by themselves. Against this warrior who is only at the sixth level of the Beginning Realm, how can the outcome be in suspense?
In the first competition, everyone saw that Mu Peng seemed to be even better, but Mo Cheng himself didn't care. He knew that the gap in realms had an insurmountable restriction on ordinary people's strength, but Mo Cheng didn't.
Not ordinary people!
With his eyes raised, Mo Cheng kicked off his feet and rushed straight towards Mu Peng.
"I don't know how to praise!"
Mu Peng sneered, and when he saw Mo Cheng rushing towards him, his body shape changed, his palms suddenly changed, and his momentum suddenly rose.
"Wind Remnant Chain!"
Multiple strands of spiritual power turned into iron chains, and were violently pulled towards Mo Cheng's location many times. The powerful spatial pressure caused Mo Cheng's thigh to bend suddenly, and then he stepped straight down again.
Rush away.
On his hands, silently, an offensive was brewing.
His eyes were very cold, frost covered Mo Cheng's forehead, and his feet weighed heavily, but they could not stop Mo Cheng's progress.
Mu Peng narrowed his eyes, but then looked at him seriously.
Another chain of spiritual power was drawn towards Mo Cheng. In the air, there were continuous ping-peng sounds in the air, and then exploded. Under Mo Cheng's avoidance, it started to move around him, and the powerful impact caused Mo Cheng to shoot sideways.
Not far away, he put one hand on the ground, raised his eyes, and stared at Mu Peng suddenly.
This person does have pride and is very strong.
However, it was impossible to think that I was so defeated now, so I got up and started on the spot.
After a short observation, it seemed that Mu Peng was not good at close range attacks. It seemed to have found a way to defeat it. It moved up, down, left, and right, without any pattern.
In terms of warrior prowess, this person seems to be stronger than Wu Rong?
This has to be faced by Mo Cheng, and he will have to do his best.
"Baisu Bingyi Jin!"
The three ice seals in his hand emerged, and in the moment of dampness and coldness in the air, they were projected towards Mu Peng.
With a white light and very cold aura, it flew towards Mu Peng like a stream of light. The speed was very fast. Generally, warriors on Mo Chengxiang's level, or slightly stronger, would directly knock him over before they could react.
Mu Peng withdrew his contempt, feeling a little unbelievable, but not afraid. He turned his palms over, perhaps subconsciously using his strongest attack under the power of Mo Cheng's three ice seals.
"Behead the heaven and the earth at every turn!"
Falling from the sky, a wave of spiritual power that is more than a hundred feet long looks like a sharp charging blade. It shines with light and roars like a dragon. It seems to be exerting great power. Compared with its fast attack speed, the wave of spiritual power that looks like a scimitar is
, it was as if it was bending, and the space seemed to be unable to bear it. Extra large space bubbles appeared, and continuous explosions were heard, tearing the clothes of Mu Peng and Mo Cheng.
"You are not the only one with Huang Yuanpin's powerful skills!"
Mu Peng let out a muffled roar, the mighty power of the letter of guarantee above his body made some of the juniors watching weak in their legs.
Wu Rong looked at Mu Peng with a strange look in his eyes.
People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. Such an ugly boy has such powerful methods.
Peng!......
Peng!......
Peng!......
The three ice seals were smashed together with Mu Peng's sword that fell from the sky. Suddenly, dust rose up in the sight. Moreover, when everyone's sight was still clear, they saw a figure, and quickly retreated. This person
, is the key to victory or defeat.
So everyone tried their best to sweep with strong wind so that the view ahead became clear again.
Mo Chengke is the first in the competition in Chiyuan City, which means that in Chiyuan City, he is the strongest among the juniors!
If he loses, these juniors from the city will be suppressed. Therefore, everyone is a little nervous and clenches their hands tightly, as if they are the ones in the field and the enemy they face is invincible.
That kind of.
The gray fog slowly dissipated, and the vision gradually became clearer, and there was an extremely cold breath in the flowing air.
This made everyone overjoyed! Because everyone knew that the power in Mo Cheng's body was very cold. Hearing the cold felt like seeing Mo Cheng. Doesn't this mean that Mo Cheng didn't lose, but he was the one who won?
Suddenly, everyone exclaimed.
The cold air became denser and denser, and onlookers tightened their clothes unconsciously.
When his vision was all clear, he saw that where the two people were originally facing each other, there was now only one person standing!
That person turned out to be Mu Peng!
His eyes swept across the scene and finally spotted Mo Cheng, who was not far away. Everyone's faces were instantly filled with astonishment. Did Mo Cheng lose in the competition just now?
Moreover, it seems that that is their strongest blow, so, is this the ending?…
Taking a breath of cold air, everyone looked at the humble Mu Peng, and suddenly, a touch of admiration and fear emerged.
Mu Peng himself felt everyone's attention and smiled slightly.
"Mo Cheng, right? I think you are only the best in the city. How long has it been? You have transferred this position... Hahaha...
I told you, I will torture you to death! Do you still have the strength to stand up? If you have the ability to stand up, say it yourself, you are no match for my Mu Peng! Otherwise, I will break your legs
!”
Mu Peng's words not only turned Mo Cheng's face pale, but the juniors present were also shocked. They turned their faces to Teacher Yuan Ren, only to see that the latter was still looking at the field calmly, as if he didn't care about the conditions at all.
Mo Cheng didn't say anything, but the chill around his body became stronger.
"What? Are you stubbornly resisting? I will tell you that you are no match for me at all, and you never will be."
"Then I will let you only sleep in this fantasy forever!"
Mo Cheng suddenly spoke, and his body moved instantly. In Mu Peng's eyes, this speed was normal. However, while he was still paying attention to Mo Cheng's figure, something quickly flew out of Mo Cheng's hand.
There were a few silver palms as before, but this time there were four.
Mu Peng didn't have time to react, and didn't offer any resistance. Then, he was blasted away by the ice seal of the horse and flew away.
In his eyes, there was a strong sense of disbelief. His pupils widened and fell into the distance. He groaned in pain: "This...how is this...possible..."
After a brief intrusion of cold force into his body, he fainted.