The much-anticipated martial arts competition finally began, and in the cheers of everyone, Mo Qingtian walked into the ring with high spirits and said: "The martial arts competition focuses on the selection of outstanding children of the Mo family, and there will inevitably be friction in the process of martial arts.

There were twenty black-armored soldiers standing beside Mo Qingtian, each of them was a powerhouse at the peak of the opening realm, the powerful momentum made people unable to breathe, and most of the people in the clan sat on the stands on both sides, looking densely packed from a distance, there were dozens of powerhouses in the Golden Extreme Realm, and the momentum was huge.

Mo Qingtian looked around with satisfaction, the Mo family had become so powerful in his generation, Mo Qingtian was very proud, enjoying the gaze of his clan like a military parade.

This is the whole essence of a family, such a battle, in a country of Renmo, is a force that should not be underestimated, no wonder the Lei family wants to eradicate the Mo family as soon as possible, I don't know if Lei Kongke sees such a magnificent Mo family, and whether he has the confidence to attack the Mo family.

The Lei family was originally the largest family in Luoyan City, the Mo family moved in, and the development from generation to generation, the Mo family has been able to compete with the Lei family after several generations, and the Lei family will naturally not sit idly by, but the Lei family and the Mo family are almost the same.

Peace is beneficial to both sides, and division is two defeats.

After a row of drummers and trumpeters played, the soldiers with rhinoceros horns blew out a dull trumpet, announcing the official start of the Mojia martial arts competition.

In the courtyard of the Lei family in the south of the city, Lei Kongke sneered and looked in the direction where the horn came from: "Hmph, enjoy it, Mo Qingtian, this is your last martial arts competition." ”

The competition will be matched by lottery, and the same number of people will be drawn for the competition. Until the other party admits defeat, otherwise it doesn't matter whether the winner or loses, Mo Bing is still surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, serving tea and water, and people who are cold and asking for warmth are constant, Mo Bing looked at Mo Chen with disdain.

Mo Chen meditated quietly, he had seen this kind of formation countless times. I wasn't interested at all, Xuantian Emperor Gong was what Mo Chen wanted to urgently need to comprehend at the moment.

Mo Chen suddenly felt a murderous aura, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a young man wearing green armor with a delicate face but a bit of bewitching looking at him greedily.

The people around Mo Chen also noticed that person, and they all discussed: "Isn't this Dao Han? I heard that Dao Han has been fighting outside all year round, and his cultivation is getting higher and higher year by year. It stands to reason that the body should be more and more burly and strong, how can it be more and more delicate. ”

"Hehe, there's a good show to watch this year. Mo Chen had beaten Dao Han's younger brother before, and Dao Han would definitely not show mercy when he ran into Mo Chen. ”

"Yes, not only is the sword cold, but Mo Chen dared to collide with the eldest young master a few days ago, and it was enough for him to meet the eldest young master. ”

"Let me tell you, the eighth prince has already spoken, in this year's martial arts competition, whoever meets Mo Chen, will be rewarded with one or two hundred gold coins for breaking one arm, and three hundred gold coins for breaking one leg. ”

The people around him were talking about what had happened recently, and what was about to happen in a while, Mo Chen would be defeated from the stage in embarrassment, and it would be difficult for him to survive or not.

The steward cleared his throat and said, "Please be quiet, please draw the numbers one to ten to give you a fixed ring, and prepare for the first round of the competition." ”

As soon as the words fell, people walked to their rings one after another.

When they saw who their opponent was, their expressions were full of joy and sorrow

The spectators at the bottom commented: "Tsk, this group in the black ring has no suspense at all." ”

"This group is half a catty, not up or down from each other, and there will be a good show to watch. ”

Mo Chen just blinked, swept the people in the stands, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Mo Bing said coldly: "So you will be good-looking, hum!"

The first round of the competition was basically the same as expected, basically crushed out, and the two with equal strength fought for hundreds of rounds, but because of a small mistake by a young man with a scar on his face, the game was buried.

Everyone felt sorry for him: "It's a pity, if you are in another group, you will definitely advance, but the game is the game, and there is nothing to say if you lose." ”

Although Scar Youth was eliminated in the first round, he also successfully made everyone remember him. This may be the meaning and value of the competition.

The second round of the competition began, and when they saw this round of players, everyone was excited.

Even the elders in the stands were interested, and it turned out that this round of players included Dao Han, who has been away all year round. Dao Han smiled ghostly, slowly walked to the ring, and when he passed by Mo Chen, he whistled at Mo Chen, which caused the audience to burst into huge cheers.

The deacon waved the flag: "The game begins." ”

I saw that the yellow-eyed young man who was in a group with Dao Han immediately shouted: "I admit defeat." ”

Before the words fell, Dao Han rushed forward and punched the yellow-eyed young man in the face, the young man's face was distorted and deformed by the force, and he fell heavily outside the ring and remained motionless.

The people in the audience exclaimed, it is so powerful, and the body style alone is so tough. ”

Mo Chen looked at Dao Han with interest: "It's a little interesting." ”

Mo Bing said with a gloomy face: "I didn't expect him to progress so quickly. He crushed the teacup in his hand.

The law enforcement team saw that the yellow-eyed boy had already admitted defeat, but the knife cold still hurt people, of course, it must not be tolerated.

Immediately surrounded the sword cold and prepared to take it, the sword cold's momentum skyrocketed, and the qi wave spread out to make the human figure shake. Mo Qingtian said darkly: "It's so strong, it seems that Dao Han has made a lot of progress." Hurriedly said: "Forget it, Dao Han is away all the year round, born and died for the Mo family, and he is not very clear about the rules, forget it this time, but don't take it as an example, retreat." ”

After Mo Qingtian finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar and protested one after another to express their dissatisfaction.

Mo Chen sneered: "This is the world of the jungle, as long as you are strong, everything you do is right, you will have someone to eat with you when you eat, and you will say that it is fragrant." ”

Dao Han got out of the ring amid a boo, and the deacon said in a loud voice, "The game continues." ”

Mo Chen looked at it, and finally came to himself.

The activity moved the waist bones and walked to the ring with vigorous steps. Everyone talked with different expressions.

He even dared to go up, should he admit defeat when he came to the stage like the yellow-eyed boy before Mo, and then was walked down like a dead pig. Hahaha. Hahaha. ”

Mo Chen looked at his opponent, a girl in the middle stage of body refining.

The girl respectfully saluted Mo Chen: "I've seen the Ninth Prince, my name is Mo Lan, please teach the Ninth Prince." ”、

Mo Chen never expected that his opponent was a woman, and he was still a polite woman. Suddenly I was in trouble and didn't know which Rumo to compete with her.