After Lei Ling'er won the victory in an unbelievable way, he gave Mo Ye and Sima Yu a huge encouragement, since Lei Ling'er was good, as long as they were not too lucky, they would still have the power to fight against the late stage of the Spirit Mirror. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the competition came to the twenty-fourth, Mo Ye was "shocked" to enter.

Other disciples would more or less show their strength a little when they entered the venue to deter their opponents, and Mo Xie's opponent was no exception, it was a rather handsome young man.

From the high platform to the battle circle, there are more than a dozen feet, but the handsome young man is just a little on tiptoe, and his body comes to the battle circle in one step like a light swallow, winning the applause of the audience. Of course, most of the applauding audiences are girls, there is no way, if they are handsome, they will naturally be popular with girls, and they have nothing to do with their strength.

Gu Chen was also deeply troubled by this.

To get back to the point, the handsome young man's way of entering the field is similar to that of other disciples, but Mo Ye is not, in his cognition, whether he shows strength or not seems to have nothing to do with him, there is always one thing he cares about the most, appearance.

In order to show his outstanding demeanor, Mo Ye twisted his small waist, swung his plump buttocks, and walked towards the battle circle. On the way, he kept scratching his head and posing, sometimes cutting his hair, sometimes pulling his slightly wrinkled clothes. The most unbearable thing is that Mo Xie walked halfway, his "delicate" body shook violently, standing in place and humming coquettishly, "It's really annoying, it's really annoying, it's really annoying, how can the most important thing be forgotten by the slave family?" What can I do about this, I must not be able to concentrate on the battle later, but I will be annoyed by the slave family! ”

Everyone was disgusted, but they still held back, and thought with some curiosity, what was the big thing that would affect Mo Ye's battle? You must know that the Great Comparison of the Instrument Sect is a major activity for the disciples of the Spirit Mirror, and there is no one.

"The slave family actually forgot to touch up the makeup......" Mo Ye kept stomping his "small" feet, pouting and humming angrily.

Burst......

Originally, everyone had just been ravaged by Mo Ye not long ago, especially the disciples who lost the battle, and their mood was already extremely low, and when they heard this unbelievable answer, those with poor psychological endurance could no longer hold on, and the blood in their mouths spurted wildly, and finally, they fainted miserably and fell to the ground.

Large nerves, such as Lei Ling'er, are also tumbling in the stomach. The irascible disciple looked at his companion with murderous eyes and shouted, "Let go, I must kill him today......"

After another flurry of shaking, the "stuffiness" in Mo Ye's heart seemed to dissipate a lot, and under the urging of the referee, he slowly entered the battle circle.

As a knowledgeable person, how can there be no etiquette?

A reserved person like Mo Xie will not be rude. Stacking his right palm on the back of his left hand, and then putting it on his left abdomen, Mo Ye bent his knees slightly, looked at the handsome young man opposite him shyly, and said softly: "Slave Mo Ye, his body is weak, he can't stand the toss, I hope Gongzi's subordinates will be merciful!" ”

Poor handsome young man opposite, only fourteen years old, he has never gone out to practice since he joined the sect, how have he ever seen such a battle? A handsome little face turned extremely pale at once, and he stood helpless in place, looking at the crowd around him for help, but who could help him?

Mo Ye kept this slightly squatting posture and waited for the other party to return the salute, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any sound from the other party, and seemed to be quite puzzled. Thinking that maybe he was not sincere enough, Mo Ye raised his embroidered eyebrows violently, withdrew his left hand and stretched out his index finger to the corner of his mouth, and sent a polite kiss to the other party with a pop.

The handsome young man's already pale little face turned pale in an instant, and his body shook violently uncontrollably, and then squatted on the ground and vomited.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Mo Xie snorted and sent another polite greeting.

The young man, who had already vomited breathlessly, couldn't hold on any longer when he heard this, and fell to the ground and convulsed, as if he would faint at any time.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you! The slave is here to help you! At the critical moment, Mo Xie sent his unique care again, the handsome young man whose eyes had already fainted and fell to the ground, looked at Mo Ye "wandering" towards him, the young man's eyes that had been slightly narrowed suddenly opened wide, full of horror, and then, he really fainted.

By the time everyone woke up the boy, it was already half an hour later, because of Mo Ye, all the participants in this round had waited for half an hour, which showed the great influence of Mo Ye.

After waking up, the handsome young man learned to be obedient, and specially asked for two balls of cotton for the referee, and the referee also understood the situation of the teenager very well, not to mention the teenager, even he was a middle-aged man with rich experience who almost lost control, and personally took action to "get rid of" Mo Ye, a "creature" that integrates the disgusting nature of the world.

After stuffing the two balls of cotton into his ears, the handsome young man's face looked a little better, and before Mo Xie could make any more moves, the young man shouted, pulled out his long sword and rushed towards Mo Ye.

Seeing this scene, Lei Ling'er and Sima Yu, who were watching the battle, don't look over, if they can resist Mo Ye's "attack" by simply isolating the sound, then they who live with Mo Ye don't have to suffer so much.

The handsome young man was only halfway through the run, and he ushered in a charming and touching eye. Mo Xie laughed again and again, his "little hands" crossed his waist, and he kept discharging at the handsome young man who rushed over, and his eyes were one after another, so that the fighting heart of the handsome young man who had finally condensed the desire to fight was half broken in an instant.

"No, if it goes on like this, I will be defeated before I reach him!" The handsome young man gritted his teeth, and simply closed his eyes, out of sight, not upset, although this had an impact on his combat power, but there was no way to do it.

Finally, the handsome young man successfully rushed into Mo Ye's three zhang range.

Even such a "feat" as close to Mo Ye could be accomplished, and the handsome young man's face should have been filled with a smile of victory, but the young man opened his mouth wide and looked overly frightened.

Because, within the range of Mo Xie's three zhangs, there has always been no grass, which is smoked by his "body fragrance".

The handsome young man rushed to Mo Xie three feet in front of him, and all kinds of messy rouge gouache smells instantly penetrated the young man's nasal cavity, occupying all his sense of smell, and there were no less than seven or eight types. The young man took a few big breaths in shock, but it was all that kind of rich "body fragrance", and the young man's head was instantly smoky, and the fighting spirit that had already collapsed half was dispersed by more than half.

At this moment, Mo Xie made a move, took out his usual thin sword, and slammed the young man from various cruel and tricky angles, the poor handsome young man's head was still dizzy, how to resist Mo Ye's endless insidious attacks, but he was defeated in dozens of moves, and was abused by Mo Xie so much that he had no power to fight back, and finally even the referee couldn't stand it, and came out to admit defeat for the handsome young man.

Although Dabi was defeated in the first round, the handsome young man learned from the pain and deeply understood a truth, a strong heart is really strong, Mo Ye may not know it himself, just because of his unique spiritual attack, he will create a strong man who is famous in the future.

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