It was probably Jiang Li's competition that surprised everyone, so even with it, many people looked at Jiang Li's eyes with some scrutiny.

Jiang Li didn't pay much attention to himself, and after returning to the stands, he began to adjust himself.

The next game was Song Shuyang's match, and his opponent, Maoshan genius Mo Yan, was also the grandson of the Great Elder. To be honest, this game is really nothing to watch, and it is a loss to watch it or not.

However, from Jiang Li's point of view, he would still comfort his good brother.

Who made them look too one-sided, in addition to protecting the short, is eccentric, but also eccentric.

"Old Song, no matter what, you and your senior brother are both disciples of Master Mao, and he started so much earlier than you, so don't take it to heart. If it doesn't work, I'll accompany you to practice when it's over, make you an opponent, and I'll clean up your senior brother sooner or later. Jiang Li said seriously.

He wasn't joking, he really intended to do it.

Song Shuyang nodded, but he didn't take it to heart, since he knew his opponent, he had already given up resistance.

After Song Shuyang arrived at the competition venue, Mo Yan, who was dressed in green clothes, also walked in, with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

"Senior brother, I hope my subordinates will be merciful. Song Shuyang saluted.

Mo Yan glanced at Song Shuyang deeply, and then replied, "Naturally." ”

Having said that, Jiang Li keenly noticed that something was wrong with Mo Yan, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

Wang You on the side also frowned, "Brother Jiang, look at this big disciple of Maoshan, does he have a little hatred for Brother Song or something?" I don't think it's going to be that simple, but I wish I had thought about it too much. ”

Suddenly, a female voice cut through the originally silent arena.

"Little brother, it's okay, we'll come back next time!" Mao Qingyi shouted at the top of his voice.

Song Shuyang waved his hand and looked at Mao Qingyi with a smirk, naturally his heart was also beautiful.

Master Mao's face sank instantly, "Qingyi, don't mess around, don't provoke the heads to see jokes." ”

Hearing this, Mao Qingyi touched her nose and sat back in the stands, but her eyes were always on Song Shuyang.

Mo Yan's face on the playing field remained unchanged, but his eyes had already cooled, and he looked at Song Shuyang's gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.

By now, Jiang Li finally understood what was wrong with what he and Wang You had noticed just now.

"Brother Wang, if there is anything wrong later, you can just run away and leave us alone. Jiang Li's face was calm, I hope he was thinking too much.

It's just that this Mo Yan's face is really not a good person, and he is a hypocrite who is inconsistent with what he looks out of.

Wang You shook his head with a serious face, "Brother Jiang can't help but think badly of my Wang, since they are all brothers, they should advance and retreat together." Isn't it just the Xuanling Contest in Maoshan Mountain, as long as that Sun Smash dares to attack Brother Song, the master will be out of the way. ”

Jiang was warm, "Thank you." ”

At the same time, he will also remember Wang You's love.

No matter what Wang You's purpose was to befriend him and Song Shuyang, since he was willing to stand by their side, he was grateful.

The others didn't notice anything unusual, and they all watched intently on the field.

The competition has officially begun, both of them are disciples of Maoshan, and they are still familiar with each other's exercises, and Mo Yan has nothing abnormal.

It's just that after more than a dozen moves, Mo Yan retreated with the force used by Song Shuyang.

"Little junior brother, didn't you say that you have never comprehended the Shangqing Thunder Technique? Today, Senior Brother took this opportunity to guide you so that you can practice as soon as possible. Mo Yan's voice was very gentle, and it seemed that he was really thinking about Song Shuyang.

Song Shuyang didn't suspect anything at all, he nodded, "Okay, thank you, senior brother." ”

Now that it was a formal competition, Jiang Li couldn't start with a reminder, so he could only clench his fists and watch Mo Yan's actions closely.

"Shangqing messenger, the mighty descend, the thunderbolt of the sky, the captain is like a cloud, quickly catch the demons, hunt down the evil spirits, I give the Shangqing Patriarch's pardon!"

After Mo Yan finished reciting the incantation, a dark cloud in the sky condensed, and the power was huge.

"Boom!"

"Mo Yan, what are you doing!" Master Mao stood up, his face a little ugly.

Others couldn't see it, but he could see that Mo Yan was planning to take Song Shuyang's life! Master Mao was also a little heavy for a while, he didn't expect that he, an outstanding disciple, would actually use the Qinglei Technique to deal with his junior brother.

Mo Yan didn't speak, and the thundercloud, which was still accumulating, suddenly turned sharply and smashed straight towards Song Shuyang.

Song Shuyang naturally resisted with all his might, but the effect was very small, and he was still struck by lightning.

The people present were a little confused by this incident, and everyone didn't quite understand what this meant, what happened between the brothers in Maoshan and Maoshan, how could it have reached the situation of fighting for their lives.

Jiang Li gritted his teeth, his body was running, and he wanted to rush down.

It's just that the thunder and lightning suddenly dispersed, and Song Shuyang spat blood from his mouth and fell to the ground, his breath was weak.

Fortunately, there was no danger to life, and the injuries were just somewhat serious.

"I, throw in the towel. ”

Song Shuyang spoke with difficulty, still a little incredulous in his heart. He didn't expect that his senior brother, who had always been gentle and elegant, would give him such a heavy hand.

Obviously, Senior Brother knew what his cultivation was, but he deliberately used the Clearing Thunder Technique to deal with him.

Even if the force was unloaded in the back, it was still enough to seriously injure him.

Could it be that the relationship for more than 20 years is nothing in Mo Yan's heart?

Mao Qingyi covered her mouth and choked, tears falling down one by one.

"I'm sorry, junior brother, senior brother is too heavy. Mo Yan apologized, but there was no sincerity.

Jiang Li saw the fire so much that regardless of the people in the stands, he directly kicked his right foot, jumped directly off the stands, and arrived at the competition venue.

"The love between the disciples of Maoshan can be regarded as something I have seen today. Jiang Li glanced at Mo Yan coldly, squatted down, and helped Song Shuyang up, "Old Song, go, I'll take you to heal." Don't worry, I will avenge you for today's revenge. ”

"Thank you, Lao Jiang. Song Shuyang said, spit out another mouthful of blood, and slowly left the stands with Jiang Li's support.

The grandstands, which used to be very lively, are now terrifyingly quiet, and no one has broken this calm.

Perhaps, everyone also has to re-examine this genius disciple Mo Yan of Maoshan, his temperament is probably not as good as it appears on the surface.

For the rest of the game, Jiang Li didn't go to watch it, and neither did Wang You, they all went back to his yard with Song Shuyang.

At the end of the game, there were only nine people left.

The last game was not decided by drawing lots, but by changing the rules and playing in the form of a challenge.

This is also a good thing for Jiang Li.