The surrounding audience had shocked expressions in their eyes, looking sympathetically at the embarrassed Lin Chong on the stage.
This is the son of the general who is holding the country, and he was beaten like this.
The book boy stepped forward and asked in a cold voice: "Who else wants to be dissatisfied?"
The whole place was silent.
Qiong Ao clenched his fists and said in a cold voice: Boy, you are asking for your own death!
Although he couldn't take action in front of the Crimson Pavilion, it didn't mean that others couldn't. He had beaten the only son of General Zhenguo to such a degree, how could the people of Zhenguo Mansion be willing to let it go?
He has already sent someone to notify the Zhenguo Mansion, which should be on the way now.
On the stage, Mo Ji got a hero card and walked down with a naive smile. Everyone present looked at him with fear in their eyes, because it was difficult to connect this harmless fat man with the fierce god on the stage just now.
"Second brother, I got it." Mo Ji smiled naively.
Chu Yiliu nodded slightly.
"Let's go." He said calmly, and then he was waiting for the Crimson Pavilion to open tomorrow.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Qiong Ao immediately stepped forward to stop them.
"You are so brave!" He yelled sternly, why did Mo Ji and Chu Yiliu escape before the people from Zhenguo Mansion came? So, he deliberately delayed time.
Mo Ji frowned, raised his fist, and said coldly: "You want to try again?"
His eyes narrowed and he exuded a fierce aura.
Qiong Ao's face suddenly darkened. He had not avenged Mo Ji's previous punch, but now this fat man dared to threaten him!
"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be able to say such words later!" Qiong Ao said coldly, the people from the Zhenguo Mansion are already on their way here. If they see Lin Chong's current miserable state, they will probably go berserk.
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Chu Yiyi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The person who spoke like this just now is lying down. Do you want to try it too?"
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Lin Chong who was being carried.
"You brat, don't think I'm afraid of you!" Qiong Ao said coldly. If he hadn't been concerned about the influence of the Crimson Pavilion Master, he would have taken action long ago!
While he was talking, there was a sound of fighting and fighting.
"Where is the young general?" The person who came here is the assistant general of the general of Zhenguo, **, I heard that he has part of the southern barbarian ancestry and is a strong man in physical training.
His upper body was exposed, revealing numerous scars, and he carried a huge heavy sword behind him. Dozens of bronze armored soldiers behind him also exuded a sharp aura.
Qiong Ao's face lit up with joy, and he glanced at Chu Yiliu provocatively. The implication was obvious: You brats, you are going to be in big trouble.
He immediately stepped forward and said: "General Zhao, you are a step too late. The young general has been seriously injured by these two guys!"
While talking, he asked someone to carry Lin Chong up.
"Qiong Ao?" **'s eyes darkened, and when he saw Lin Chong, who was covered in scars, a fierce aura suddenly came out, and he roared: "How could this happen?"
He walked over quickly, confirmed that Lin Chong was not in danger, and quickly asked someone to bring the elixir to Lin Chong and feed it to him.
"Who did this!" ** came over as soon as he received the news from Qiong Ao. After all, Lin Chong was the only son of General Zhenguo, and his talent in cultivation was so amazing.
His eyes turned red and he looked around. The onlookers stepped back one after another, leaving only Chu Yiliu and Mo Ji standing in the field.
"That's them!" Qiong Ao said coldly, "The little general came to the stage to challenge for a hero post, but was beaten severely by this fat man! The little general has been arrogant since he was a child and refused to admit defeat. As a result, he
It ends like this, alas!"
He sighed deeply, showed a look of regret, and put all the responsibility on Mo Ji.
"You guys, bring the hero's card and come with us back to the Zhenguo Mansion to question the charges!" ** said coldly. As he spoke, the bronze armored soldiers around him all drew their swords and pointed them at Chu Yiyiyi.
"Since you choose to compete on stage and your skills are inferior to others, you must be mentally prepared to be taught a lesson." Chu Yiliu glanced at him and said.
Now that Lin Chong was beaten, all the people from the Zhenguo General Mansion came to avenge him. If it was him and Mo Ji who were beaten, who would come to avenge them?
"Shut up!" ** looked coldly and said sternly: "The young general has a noble status, how can you, a bunch of untouchables, be able to compare with him!"
"Get it for me!"
He waved his hand, and bronze armored men swarmed up from all around. The fourth-level monk of the Cloud Condensing Realm was worthy of being the personal guard of the general who ruled the country.
The flash of swords and shadows danced, and Chen San's eyes showed a look of horror, and he quickly stepped back. With a bang, he sat down on the ground in fright.
Roar!
Mo Ji shouted angrily, and his body shot out. The energy and blood around his body boiled, and between the opening and closing of his fists, there was a faint roar of a black dragon.
boom!
The three bronze warriors who rushed up were directly blown away by him.
Two soldiers slashed at Mo Ji with their swords, but the blades were engulfed in the thick energy and blood around Mo Ji, making it difficult for him to make any further progress.
Roar!
Mo Ji's whole body's energy and blood shook, and a muffled roar of thunder rang out, sending the two men flying away. He rushed into the soldiers, like a tiger falling into a flock of sheep, and there was no enemy among the two fists.
Everyone around looked excited.
**'s expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said sternly: "Good boy, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant, it turns out you still have some strength!"
He put one hand on the huge heavy sword behind him, knowing that these soldiers were no longer his opponents, he roared angrily and charged straight into them.
boom!
Mo Ji felt the roar of the wind in front of him, and when he raised his head, he saw a sword swung by his sword, and the aroused spiritual energy surged like a wild horse.
Qinglong Mutian Jue!
The power of Qi and blood around Mo Ji turned into the power of a roaring black dragon, blasting towards him.
There was a loud noise, and the power of Qi and blood surged like a tide, and spread out in all directions, sending everyone onlookers staggering.
snort!
**The evil spirit surged in his eyes, he groaned, and said angrily: "Boy, you are still too young. Get out of here!"
The roar sounded like thunder, and the muscles on the exposed body suddenly swelled, and veins popped up on the face, and a killing force suddenly burst out.
murderous look!
Chu Yiliu's pupils shrank, and only those who have fought in hundreds of battles could condense such murderous aura.
boom!
Mo Ji was rushed away, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
He wiped away the blood with a big stab, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"You brat, you are no match for me, so you better admit your guilt!" ** said sternly. Even though he had the upper hand with the attack just now, Mo Ji's strength still impressed him.
And how old is Mo Ji? He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"What's the crime?" Mo Ji shouted angrily, and was also angered. The energy and blood in his hand swirled and boiled, and the ink cauldron emerged faintly.
The power of qi and blood poured into the ink cauldron, and the faint sound of surging qi and blood came like a tide.
"Inheritance of the King of Power?" ** frowned, and seemed familiar with the Mo cauldron. But when Mo Ji carried the cauldron, he didn't hesitate at all.
The big cauldron blasted and killed.
** The heavy sword in his hand slashed down, with overwhelming force. The energy and blood around him emerged like a tiger. The tiger's body was wrapped with a quality murderous aura, glowing with a gray metallic light.
"Get out of my way!"
boom!
The heavy sword struck the ink cauldron, and Mo Ji was hit so hard that his knees sank into the ground, and his face turned red.
Roar!
He roared in a low voice, and the possessed power burst out again, fiercely pushing away the heavy sword of his body.
** took three steps back in succession, a look of fear flashed in his eyes. Such a strong young man, given time to grow up, his strength is so amazing!
There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he unconsciously grasped the heavy sword with both hands.
"Mo Ji, come back!" Chu Yiyiyi shouted. If the fight continues, Mo Ji will definitely suffer. Not to mention that this woman has Nanman blood, and has been on the battlefield for a long time, her strength is much better than Mo Ji's.
Mo Ji let out a low roar and stepped back.
"What does this kid want to do?" Everyone's eyes showed surprise. They were stunned when they saw Mo Ji's tyrannical strength. Is it possible that Chu Yiyili is even stronger?
Qiong Ao's pupils shrank deeply, feeling a strong threat. The strength that Mo Ji had just exploded was no longer inferior to him. Against Mo Ji, he was sure of victory, but he would definitely be seriously injured.
Is Chu Yiliu stronger?
is it possible?
Qiong Ao was a little scared.
"Are you going to die for him?" ** was also angered at this time and roared in a low voice. He has been practicing for more than forty years and has been at the peak of the boiling blood realm for decades. He has a strong foundation and is absolutely capable of
match.
"Death?" Chu Yiliu shook his head and said calmly: "With your own strength, it is absolutely impossible to take down both of us today. I just want to persuade you to leave here obediently."
Just leave?
** sneered and said sternly: "You brat, I'm afraid you weren't even born when I killed people. I want to see how you make me leave."
well.
Chu Yiliu sighed and said calmly: "There are always people who want to force me to take action, so I will help you."
Everyone's eyes showed suspicion: What a loud tone!
Flowing Fire Step!
Chu Yiliu's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and the flying fireflies in the Dacheng realm had a hint of the artistic conception of gale. The Overlord's broken formation halberd roared out, and the halberd came out like a dragon.
What a fast speed!
Qiong Ao's pupils shrank, this speed made him ashamed.
**I just felt a gust of wind blowing against my face, and then a fierce force burst out. This seemingly weak young man actually burst out with terrifying power like an ancient ferocious beast!
In a hurry, he raised his heavy sword to block.
This heavy sword was made of rare meteorite iron from the Southern Barbarians. It had been with him for more than forty years, from the Southern Barbarians to the Eastern Wasteland, and it had already been wielded like an arm.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the woman's hands trembled violently. She suddenly stepped back dozens of steps, her figure flew up, and the heavy sword in her hand was thrown away.
boom!
**Smashed to the ground hard.
Everyone around took a deep breath, one move was too fast.
The corners of Chu Yiliu's mouth curled up slightly. He had enough experience in dealing with Nanman body cultivators.
** got up with a pale face, his body was trembling, and finally he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and he fell back.
"Take him and get out!" Chu Yiliu said calmly, his eyes falling on the heavy sword.
The soldiers on the side, as if they had received an amnesty, quickly carried their weapons and fled.
"That sword is pretty good. I'll help you temper it and you'll have a new weapon." Chu Yiliu turned to look at Mo Ji.
Mo Ji was also stunned and had not yet reacted to the scene just now.