Mo Hao walked back to the crowd, outside the platform, and looked at Mo Cheng with complicated eyes. Then he rushed to a person's side quickly and whispered something in his ear. The person turned and stared at Mo Cheng.
There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he waved his hands worriedly. Seeing that Mo Hao actually came forward, he took the trouble to glare at the latter, and then Mo Hao stopped...
The two people were fighting it out on the top. The man next to Mo Hao walked up to the platform leisurely, nodded his head to the crowd, and scanned the front amidst everyone's discussion, looking for his opponent this time.
"Look, the number one member of the Mo family is really different. With this style and appearance, tsk tsk... he is the stuff of number one!"
"Yeah, by the way, what's his name? Mo...mo..."
"Mo Yunhuo! You are so ignorant! You don't even know about him? You've really wasted your time in Chiyuan City."
"This... I didn't realize it for a moment. Let's see who his opponent will be. I hope it's stronger, otherwise it won't be interesting to watch."
…
As the leader of the Mo family, Mo Yunhuo was very pleased with the varying degrees of appreciation for him from the audience. He enjoyed it extremely. He liked this feeling. This kind of life of being aloof and being sought after by others fully satisfied his vanity.
Originally, for this small competition, Mo Yunhuo told his father, Mo Ling, that the result would be the same whether he participated or not. It would be better to just watch from the sidelines like the audience. On the day of the big competition, he would directly regard himself as the winner.
The back-axis characters can just enter and win, which saves such tedious work. However, his father's abilities are limited and the rules are immutable. Mo Yunhuo can only go through the motions like this. To be honest, he still doesn't know the background of the younger generation of the Mo family? Is there any comparison?
Is he a more powerful boy?
There is always an overconfident smile on his face, but there is also a trace of arrogance. His sharp eyes are so sharp that few people dare to look directly at him. He does not bury his title as the number one person in the Mo family. However, today, in order to prove himself, in order to let his father
With real power and prestige in the family, the position of the number one person has to be replaced! Mo Cheng thought and also quietly put on a smile.
Since Mo Hao had mentioned Mo Cheng in his ears just now, when he saw no one coming on stage, his eyes were fixed on Mo Cheng, he raised his head meaningfully, turned to look at Mo Hao, and saw that the latter's face was purple and blue.
, his feet tried to lift but refused to obey, he swallowed secretly, and saw Mo Yunhuo looking at him, thinking that he knew the number of his lot, and finally, with a strong effort on his feet, he jumped onto the platform, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said
:
"Brother Huo, I..."
Mo Yunhuo pointed at Mo Hao in confusion, and was about to ask a question. He suddenly realized, and then laughed and cursed: "Isn't your kid No. 9? Hahaha!"
"Brother Huo, I..." Mo Hao wiped his nose, finally smiled, and said to the elders not far away: "I admit defeat."
Wow!
There was an uproar in the audience, but some still thought it was reasonable, nodded, and even praised him. He is teachable and can stretch and bend!
Mo Cheng looked at Mo Hao expressionlessly. Apart from the relief on his face that he didn't have to face such a difficult opponent as Mo Yunhuo, deep in the corner of his eyes, he saw a trace of Mo Yunhuo's conspiracy succeeding. Mo Cheng hung up his hand again.
He knew clearly that Gang Mohao must have said something to Mo Yunhuo that he wanted to ask for help from Mo Yunhuo. Now that he had given in, Mo Yunhuo's vanity was greatly increased, and he was very happy. He would definitely consider his request for help afterwards, so
, Mo Hao’s plan succeeded.
It's just that I don't know what Mo Hao wants, and Mo Cheng is not interested in knowing.
It is voluntary to admit defeat. You can raise it if you know you are losing. However, once you raise it, you will not be able to participate in every subsequent game. It is an act of abstaining. It is very regrettable. This time, everyone was sighing at Mo Hao's surrender. It is reasonable.
, I can only blame Mo Hao's own bad luck. If he can get the first place in this game, there will be a small reward, which is better than anything else. In the end, Mo Hao walked off the stage and breathed a sigh of relief, just like a big battle.
After the performance, Mo Yunhuo walked out of the martial arts field with his head held high and his chest held high. He left everyone's admiration and made everyone on the stage frown slightly.
Mo Yunhuo is unruly, self-reliant, and not equal to others. This mentality also makes the elders of the Mo family a little worried. The most taboo thing in cultivating is this. If he takes it all, his future achievements may be ruined.
Once, the achievements in the future will be lost in the mortal world, and today's master's thoughts will regret it for life. Some people have said that the talent of an hour depends on the achievements in the future, but you must also deploy it properly. The more, the better. A progressive heart, for
The pursuit of martial arts is quite important. The elders of the Mo family also had an idea: It is time to give some guidance to this boy!
Mo Cheng, No. 12, was about to go on stage. He was still a little nervous. It was not because of his opponent. On the contrary, Mo Cheng had no worries about his opponent. Even if Mo Yunhuo, the number one member of the Mo family, faced off against him, he could do it.
Fight, open your eyes, and count the number of competition venues after that...
In the Beginning Realm, the first five levels were all mediocre people, so there were no surprising moves, and they could not arouse everyone's interest. It was like a watershed, and then it was the realm that attracted people to talk about, but the only one, Mo Yunhuo, did not take action.
, the only thing was everyone shaking their heads and sighing. It was so dull to watch many juniors come on stage to win or lose. Finally, when the eleven games were over and it was the turn of the twelve games, the Mo family referee also stepped forward and said:
"Junior No. 12 of the Mo family comes on stage, let's begin!"
As long as the referee says this sentence, it means that the competition has begun, but there is no time limit, so you can do whatever you want.
Mo Cheng took a deep breath and calmed down. He did not go up immediately, but prepared to wait and see who would be his opponent. After waiting like this, it took only a moment to burn incense. The crowd in the field became restless and not bored.
Communicating with each other.
"Why aren't you playing? Who is it? Aren't you wasting the time of the people behind you by delaying it like this?" Many people are so angry and full of loyalty.
"Could it be that you are afraid of the scene?"
"It's really strange, why are neither of them here?"
…
Listening to everyone's different voices, Mo Cheng smiled awkwardly and was about to stand up. A person walked up from the stage. There was no blood on his face and he looked weak. When Mo Cheng saw it, his smile became even stronger. Is it God's will?
Mo Yao, who he had repaired a few minutes ago, faced him?
Mo Yao looked sickly on the stage, but no one thought anything bad about it. On the contrary, when they saw this man, everyone's unhappiness seemed to disappear and they kept silent.
Mo Cheng knew that the opportunity could not pass by anymore, so he walked to the stage and jumped onto the platform. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looked at Mo Yao. When Mo Yao saw Mo Cheng, his face became even paler, and his already white face could not be seen clearly.
What has changed, but he feels indescribable bitterness in his heart, why is his luck so bad? He went on stage with the mood that his luck could be better, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to win against a slightly useless junior, and get the first place for once
It’s not a loss of face, but what’s going on in front of me? I feel like crying but I don’t have any tears!
He glared at Mo Cheng viciously, turned to the elders on the stage and shouted: "I give up!"
"What!" The person who reacted quickly asked loudly, with an exaggerated expression as if he had suddenly been promoted to martial arts. He glanced at the two of them one after another and muttered:
"I also want to see how the eldest young master of the Mo family was beaten. Alas, I really don't know what kind of luck Mo Cheng got. Judging from the appearance of young master Mo Yao, he seems to be sick. Maybe it's not good to do anything?"
This man did not lose his self-comfort mentality, and even gently bowed his head and admitted that he was justified.
Mo Chengfeng's calm demeanor made Mo Yao so angry that he couldn't control anything. He walked off the platform angrily. After announcing the winner under the judges' puzzled eyes, everyone realized that Mo Cheng was weird.
Won!
On the stage, Mo Yao's father, Mo Ken, had a look of hatred on his face, "You bastard! How dare you admit defeat? You can't even clean up the trash! I'm so angry!"
"Trash?" The old man behind Mo Yingluo said lazily, "Your son is worse than a trash!"
Mo Ken was speechless, knowing that he was in the wrong, and he was so angry that he didn't speak anymore...