The rules of Xiaobi are that each person draws a bamboo stick from the judge, with a corresponding name on it, and each name has a number, so the number you draw on it represents you, each
The numbers were recorded on two bamboo sticks. Both of them drew the same number. They were opponents on the field. Mo Cheng casually drew the numbers. He first held the engraved mark on it to avoid being seen by the juniors on the side, and then secretly took a look.
Eyes crossed: No. 12.
The twelfth is the twelfth game. Everyone is holding bamboo sticks and looking around, wondering if they are lucky enough to face someone weaker than themselves. It is an interesting phenomenon. Many juniors are turning their attention to Mo Cheng. It seems that
I tried to figure out what date it was from his face, and then I looked at myself and saw that it was different.
Mo Cheng laughed it off and walked off the stage, indicating that he was not No. 1. The junior No. 1 bowed his head and sighed for a while, while those behind No. 1 began to relish it, imagining that their opponent was Mo Cheng.
Then the latter was completely defeated. Although the idea was good, the reality was still unpredictable. Everyone came up to Mo Cheng and asked Mo Cheng: What is my number, and what is your number?
Everyone gradually became quiet. The old man of the Mo family, who had just held the wooden box, looked heroic in the morning breeze. He coughed a few times and said loudly: "Everyone is quiet! The opponent No. 1 of the younger generation of the Mo family will come on stage!"
Although the voice was mixed with a lot of hoarseness, it echoed for a long time in the martial arts field, which also showed the depth of his skills. As the old man's words fell, the whole place returned to the level of silence. Everyone looked nervous, even if he was on the stage in person.
The feeling of being on stage made me sweat for the two juniors who took the stage.
The first game starts now!
Mo Cheng sat in one of the rows in front of the group, so that he could be ready to go on stage at any time. He took a peek at the realms of the two people on the stage, but they were both at the second level of the Beginning Realm. He curled his lips, closed his eyes in boredom, and smiled slightly.
Entering the body of Yunyou in concentration.
Now, his bloodline is very special, and because of his specialness, his strength can rise several levels. This specialness, which no one else has, has caused his life to change the direction greatly...
Before Mo Cheng's consciousness completely left his body and he was aware of the outside world, he saw two people walking from the right and heading straight towards Mo Cheng. Mo Cheng opened his eyes instantly and shot out a cold light. The person in front of him,
He shuddered for some reason, and then he shouted for the people on the stage. Mo Cheng didn't squint his eyes, and with the attitude of doing more things than doing less things, he hoped that they would not provoke him, but just pass by.
"Master Mo Cheng, come with us."
After hearing this, Mo Cheng sighed helplessly, thinking, if you want to hide from trouble, it will be easier for trouble to find you.
I don’t know where the words came from, but I still think they are very reasonable. I am not afraid of the visitor, so I got up without asking the reason. Such a refreshing attitude made the visitor’s face change. When he saw Mo Cheng smiled and pointed at me,
, I said fiercely in my heart, laugh again! I’ll see if you won’t be able to cry again!
The two walked out of the crowd one after another, turned a few corners, and stopped at the edge of a pond. In front of them, there were two people standing again. Mo Cheng looked up and saw that they were really small-bellied people. The one on the right was the same as
Mo Hao, the first member of the Mo family who has a close relationship, is flanked by Mo Yao, who is always with him. At this time, they all have what they consider to be cold smiles on their faces, thinking that Mo Chengneng would decisively succumb before he took action.
Own.
"I really didn't expect you to dare to draw lots? Weren't you afraid of having your front teeth knocked out when you were in the competition? Or were you the one who bribed your opponent? Did you ask him to let you lose more honorably? Eh... No, who in our family
Will you take any notice of you? Don’t you know how powerful our warriors are? Are you being opportunistic if you think you are powerful?"
From the beginning, Mo Yao's harsh words were blown towards his face, his big hand caressing his chin from time to time, his teasing look obvious. Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not want to pay attention to such a person, and said calmly: "What if
If you came to me just to talk nonsense, then I will leave."
Mo Cheng was also not prepared to give Mo Yao face, so he turned around and walked away. Seeing this, Mo Yao's expression changed, he lightly weighed one foot and appeared in front of Mo Cheng, smiling: "Since you are here, why don't you
Do you want to leave? In fact, I am also thinking about you. Think about it, there are so many people in the audience, if you are beaten to a mess up there, wouldn’t it be a disgrace to our Mo family? I know you don’t know about warriors.
Wei Li, this place is sparsely populated, how about you sign with me? I will tell the elders afterwards that you have epilepsy and cannot participate, haha..."
When talking about the latter part, Mo Yao burst out laughing as if he was no one, and sandwiched Mo Cheng between him and Mo Hao. After a long time, Mo Yao's face hardened and he sneered, "Actually, there is another way for you not to fight me."
"What method?" Mo Cheng asked equally indifferently.
"Call me big brother, get under my crotch, and be there whenever you call, how about that?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up, I'm No. 9, I should be on the field soon." Mo Hao behind him said with an indifferent attitude, letting go.
When Mo Yao heard this, he responded loudly and said to Mo Cheng: "Originally, I could have given you a different way, but now that Brother Hao has spoken, huh, I can only deal with you first. The conditions I just mentioned will be discussed later.
Son, you still have to promise me!"
"Are you so confident?" Mo Cheng's eyes were filled with scarlet color. Mo Yao's words successfully angered him. This time, even if Mo Yao was about to give up, Mo Cheng would not give up.
I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will take action!
"My confidence is these fists!" Mo Yao shouted loudly, and suddenly a tornado of spiritual power covered him behind him. The momentum was terrifying, but in Mo Cheng's eyes, it was extremely childish and did no harm at all.
, the corner of his mouth curled up, and with a wave of his hand, he wiped out the mighty and fierce attack, and slapped the approaching Mo Yao on the face with his backhand.
'Snapped!'
Mo Yao flew back a few steps, his face full of disbelief. What he expected was that Mo Cheng was knocked away by him, and then he begged for mercy, but in front of him he was slapped in a dramatic way? He raised his head and faced Mo Yao.
Cheng's eyes, those radiant eyes like deep holes, were faintly emitting a faint chill. With a shudder, he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.
"This... you...!"
Not only was Mo Yao shocked, but the other three people almost slipped to the ground and looked at Mo Yao blankly. Did he do it on purpose? He was acting? But it didn't look like his cannibalistic eyes! Maybe, Mo Yao just looked at him.
Yao was merciful, but he didn't expect Mo Cheng to take action, right? In short, no one would have thought that Mo Cheng was so powerful.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!" Mo Yao's face turned pale and he shouted angrily, followed by the cumbersome spiritual power fluctuations in his hands, and the air around him seemed to be drawn out of shape and involved...
"Yamarenha!"
"No!" Mo Hao's pupils shrank, and he raised his hand to stop him. The power of this powerful technique could not be overshadowed, but it was too late. Mo Yao had already taken action quickly, rushing towards Mo Cheng. He couldn't help but close his eyes.
I closed my eyes and prayed, hoping that Mo Cheng would be banned from beating and the subsequent punishment would be lighter.
This is one of the best first-grade skills, and it has great momentum. When Mo Yao used it, his face turned pale, and he wanted to fight quickly, otherwise he would not be able to perform normally in the meeting.
Mo Cheng raised his head and saw Mo Yao who was unable to cope with the energy. There was a hint of ridicule on his face, but he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He swayed, and Mo Yao's overwhelming momentum expanded, and his realm borrowed the spirit of the round stone.
Help, the second level of the beginning of concentration. He put his hands together to drive the airflow around the body, strengthened his fist a little, and was pushed out by Mo Cheng.
"Yi Zhan Nine Fists!"
Mo Yao was deeply fearful in his heart, and for the sake of his face, he bravely faced the difficulty. Undoubtedly, his egg hit the stone, and the screen in front of him shattered. It was unstoppable and hit Mo Yao's chest. With a 'pop' sound,
Mo Yao only felt that the five internal organs and tendons in his body were tightly clustered together, and his breathing was stagnant. Under Mo Cheng's efforts to suppress it, he could still feel the body-destroying cold. He fell against the wall and kept stopping.
twitching.
The moment Mo Yao stepped back, Mo Cheng's state fluctuations also disappeared instantly, just like an ordinary person, a human being with no power to restrain a chicken. In this situation, Mo Hao did not dare to make a fuss or step forward to provoke.
, quickly walked to Mo Yao's side and looked at his body. Fortunately, there was no serious problem. It was just a temporary spasm. However, the internal injuries were extremely serious and the meridians were damaged. It was as if someone had twisted it, and his spiritual power was weak.
The trembling dissipates, even for a seriously ill person.
"Mo Cheng, you are so ruthless!" Mo Hao couldn't stand it, turned around and shouted.
"What, why don't you come and avenge him? Come on!" Mo Cheng raised his fingers in a playful manner, almost ignoring Mo Hao, but Mo Hao swallowed the bad breath, and he understood a little bit.
, the Mo Cheng in front of him is not as simple as imagined, and only Brother Huo can make his life worse than death!
Thinking again of the momentum that had just made him shrink back and dare not move forward, he shuddered, turned his face, and pretended to check Mo Yao's injuries.
Mo Cheng snorted coldly and walked back to the martial arts field without looking back, watching the duel with an unknown number indifferently.
The coldness in the body is so strong that it can cause the person to lose the ability to move in an instant, but for an expert, this moment determines the outcome. And since Mo Cheng did not use all his strength, Mo Yao quickly regained the ability to walk, with a vicious look on his face.
He clenched his fingers tightly and sunk deeply into the flesh. Mo Hao on the side shook his head and said softly:
"I didn't expect Mo Cheng to hide so deeply that even I would not be his opponent. This time, I will let him show off his skills first. It will be easier for him to face Brother Huo! By the way, second brother, who are you?
No. 9, I’m going to play soon.”
"I am number 12, I don't know who it will be." Mo Yao said a few words lightly and looked at Mo Hao.
"I don't know either. Then I'll leave first. Please be careful."...
Looking at Mo Hao's figure gradually walking away, he cursed a few times and walked aside dejectedly...