The tempering of Mo Ting's hands had been completed a few days ago, and he was now meditating on the Desireless Tyrant Finger for a long time every day, although he still did not succeed in cultivation, Mo Ting was not in a hurry, if the third-grade top-grade Xuan Technique could be cultivated so easily, how could he be worthy of the name of the Third Class Xuan Technique.

Although Mo Ting's successful cultivation of Wanhua Fist is also a third-rank mystical technique, it is only a fragment, and Mo Ting's cultivation is all the relatively simple parts of the front, and the power is still much worse than the real third-rank mystical technique.

However, with Chao Chi here, Mo Ting can be regarded as having a certain understanding of the Desireless Tyrant Finger, and if he is given a period of understanding, he may not be able to successfully cultivate.

Merting curled his fingers together and stabbed forward continuously, each time he could bring up gusts of wind, but he still couldn't successfully use it.

"Whew... It is worthy of being a third-class top-grade mystical skill, and it is really not so easy to learn. I don't know how long I practiced, Mo Ting finally stopped what he was doing and said breathlessly.

"Your results are not bad, and you have begun to gradually grasp the operation and power of Xuanli, and it won't be long before you get started. Chao Chi said on the side.

"It's a pity that I couldn't cultivate it before fighting Deng Bohan, otherwise, if I pointed down, I would definitely be able to directly incapacitate him. ”

Mo Ting's eyes were shining, his eyes were burning, and he moved his palm, which had become very strong after suffering from pain, and a smile appeared on his face.

Although the Desireless Domineering Finger is just a fingering trick, Mo Ting even tempered his own hands together, and the result made him very satisfied.

"For the rest of the day, I'm going to have a good rest and make sure I'm in peak shape. Mo Ting thought to himself, and put away the movements in his hand.

"Elder Chi, tomorrow is the day of my appointment with Deng Bohan, so let's be here first today. ”

"Well, just a Deng Bohan, don't take him too seriously, but his brother Deng Yifeng, you have to pay more attention to it, this person can really be regarded as a talent. ”

"However, Deng Yifeng has a straightforward temperament and is frank, so you don't have to worry about what means he uses for you behind your back. Chao Chi told Mo Ting, and Mo Ting also nodded in approval.

Mo Ting returned to the Mu family, and as soon as the front foot walked into his room, Mu Ying followed the back foot, and shouted loudly: "Brother Mo Ting, tomorrow seems to be the day of the battle between you and Deng Bohan, are you ready?"

She barged straight into Mo Ting's room and asked, crooked her neck.

"Don't worry, I could beat him a month ago, can I still lose to him a month later?" Mo Ting asked rhetorically, and then touched Mu Ying's head.

Mu Ying didn't resist, but said excitedly: "That means Brother Moting, you are very sure?"

Mo Ting was stunned for a moment, then nodded helplessly, and said, "There should be no problem with winning him." ”

"That's good, then I must take a good look at Deng Bohan's big bad guy tomorrow. Mu Ying said with a puffed face.

After sending Mu Ying away with difficulty, Mo Ting quieted down and lay on the bed, looking up with his eyes open, and for some reason, there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

He controlled the mystical power in his body to operate in a very mysterious trajectory, and finally gradually converged into his eyes, making his eyes feel warm.

Although he can't use the Sumeru Demon Pupil on his own now, after these days of trying, he found that operating the Xuan Power in this way has a great benefit for the improvement of his spiritual power.

Therefore, the Sumeru Demon Pupil has also become one of the mystical techniques that he must practice every day.

The night passed quietly...

The news of the second young master of Ziyun Pavilion and a young man from a subordinate town has already spread in Qingshan City, and many people want to see who can gain the upper hand in this potential confrontation between the big forces of Qingshan City and the foreign forces.

Mo Ting has arrived, and today he appeared in Wuxing for the first time in his true form, and he did not use the Qilin mask to cover his appearance, but no one recognized him.

Zuoqiu Yanjing is also in martial arts, on the one hand, she also wants to see what kind of talent Mo Ting has in martial arts as an alchemist.

On the other hand, she was still looking forward to the arrival of the Qilin Boy, after all, if there was no Qilin Boy, she could only take Xiao Che if she wanted to do what she wanted to do in the future.

In that case, she would have to stay alone with Xiao Che for a long time every day, which would be a kind of torture for her.

But she glanced around, but still didn't see the unicorn boy, and she was inevitably a little disappointed in her heart.

At this time, Mo Ting had already walked onto the stage accompanied by Mu Ying and Mu Hong of the Mu family, and this battle was only a confrontation between juniors, so it did not attract the attention of the elders.

With Mo Ting coming to power, in the other direction, Deng Bohan finally walked in under the leadership of Deng Yifeng.

His complexion and temperament are very different from those of a month ago, and they have changed dramatically.

The arrogance that used to be evident in his eyes is now subdued, a little more calm and... Ruthless.

There was no concealment of the aura on his body, as Mo Ting guessed, in a month, with the help of Deng Yifeng, he successfully broke through to the ninth layer of the First Mysterious Realm, and his power underwent a transformation.

From his eyes, Mo Ting could see that he had a very strong confidence in himself, and it was no wonder that when Mo Ting fought with him a month ago, he had not even reached the peak of the ninth layer of the Xuan Realm, and he never thought that in just one month, Mo Ting's power span was much larger than him.

Without too many words, Deng Bohan walked onto the battle stage, and the flames of revenge emanated from his eyes.

He wants to repay the hatred that Mo Ting made him make a fool of himself in public a month ago, and at the same time, he also wants to repay the bitter hatred he has suffered this month because of Mo Ting.

The referee came on the field, and due to the special match today, Wuxing specially sent a referee to execute their game.

"Game on!"

With the referee's order, Deng Bohan's strength at the ninth layer of the Xuan Realm completely exploded, and the surging Xuan power continued to gather in front of him, carrying a very powerful power, rushing towards Mo Ting.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to see the image of Mo Ting lying at his feet in pain.

Thinking of this, the corners of Deng Bohan's mouth couldn't help but show a cruel smile.

However......

Another very powerful Xuan Force fluctuation rose, setting off waves of qi and reaching the eyes of everyone below.

"How is that possible!"

Deng Yifeng below was shocked, his eyes full of incredulity.

A month ago, he didn't have the peak of the eighth layer of the First Xuan Realm, but now he actually stepped into the ninth layer of the First Xuan Realm? What kind of cultivation speed is this, even he himself was not able to do it in such a short period of time back then.

Deng Yifeng was so shocked, let alone Deng Bohan.

However, at this time, he had already rushed in front of Mo Ting, and it was naturally impossible to stop, and Mo Ting faced such an attack from him, stretched out his right hand and punched hard.

Rumble!

Deng Bohan's figure flew out directly upside down, fell heavily to the ground, struggled a few times, but failed to stand up.

Deng Bohan, who carried a powerful momentum, faced Mo Ting and was defeated with one blow......