The results of the third round of the draw came out quickly, and Mo Ting already had some speculation in his mind.

Sure enough, the weaker two were not divided together, but one against Lin Jun, the other against the little fat man, obviously, the host of the old man will not let a player go too far with luck, and in the back, it is still the strength to see.

And after seeing his opponent, Mo Ting's face also showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He Yang...

It is no secret that the He family has formed an alliance with the Lei family, and He Yang had mocked him in the previous game, as if he had already regarded him as an opponent.

In this case, he naturally will not have any mercy.

The third round of the competition is about to start, but the audience is a little interested, because Lin Jun and Lei Hao's opponents are two players below the seventh layer of the First Mystery Realm, in the eyes of everyone, this is obviously no suspense.

The little fat man has a bye, and it seems that the host also thinks that the little fat man's strength is not simple.

The only thing that can attract people may be the battle between Mo Ting and He Yang, Mo Ting can be said to be the most eye-catching in this competition, many people didn't think he could get this far, but he not only did it, but he also fought all the way to the present with an extremely strong attitude, and hit in front of He Yang.

The two stepped into the ring under the shouts of the old man and stood opposite each other.

He Yang's eyes were gloomy, staring at Mo Ting tightly, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

He has excellent talent since he was a child, and none of his peers in the He family are his opponents, so in the He family, he looks down on any of his peers and is unwilling to contact with others, and it is precisely because of this that no one has been friends with him since he was a child, and he has always been alone, which has formed his cold character.

With the presiding old man's "game starts", He Yang and Mo Ting flew out at the same time, rushing towards each other, the black Xuan Qi on Mo Ting's body rose, quickly spreading to the whole body, and between the Xuan Qi rolling, his aura also suddenly increased, making He Yang on the opposite side feel the pressure on his face.

"A seventh-layer peak of the Xuan Realm?"

He Yang was a little incredulous, a few days ago, Mo Ting, who was only at the sixth layer of the First Xuan Realm, now his aura was approaching the peak of the seventh layer, and this kind of cultivation speed was simply terrifying.

Mo Ting clenched his fists, feeling the power of the roar in his body, but he was not surprised at all.

In those days when he was in the forest, he had to fight with the powerful fire spirit baboon several times a day, and the cultivation of the seventh layer of the First Xuan Realm had been completely consolidated by him in those days, and then he took the Blood Yang Pill and greatly strengthened his physical body, so that the strength of the seventh layer of the First Xuan Realm that had just been stabilized was refined again, and he reached the peak of the seventh layer in one fell swoop.

It seems that the progress is too fast, which can easily lead to the vain of Xuan Li, but in fact, he can only do it by making steady progress and breaking through his own potential, coupled with the help of Zhou Kai, a first-class alchemist.

He Yang felt the power of Mo Ting's breath, but he stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, his body rushed out like a cheetah, and his palms condensed with mysterious power, and he slammed towards Mo Ting.

When he attacked, his cultivation was immediately revealed.

The same seventh-layer pinnacle of the Mysterious Realm!

To Mo Ting's surprise, the Xuan Power released by He Yang's body was very similar to his, the same black Xuan Power, but it was not pure black like him, but a kind of darkness.

"Presumably, this is the Xuangong Sen Luo Sutra that the He family cultivated. ”

Mo Ting thought in his heart, staring at He Yang who rushed in, avoiding or avoiding, the Xuanli on his arms roared out, his five fingers clenched into fists, and bombarded He Yang's palms heavily.

Boom!

A low collision sound sounded, and a wave of air swept around the two of them, shaking the ring to dust, under this impact, Mo Ting stood still, but He Yang couldn't help but take two steps back.

Wow...

The audience screamed in exclamation, and everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

He Yang was actually repulsed!

As one of the four major families in Lushui Town, the He family's cultivation of the Sen Luo Sutra is naturally also at the level of third-class Xuangong, and its power is not weaker than that of the Mo family's Wu Xuangong, but in the same realm, He Yang was repelled by Mo Ting's blow, which made many people a little confused.

Only a very few people guessed in their hearts that it might be because of Mo Ting's high level of Xuanli, but He Yangneng, as the leader of the younger generation of the He family, is also a third-class Xuanli level, which is even higher than He Yang. Fourth class?

As soon as they thought of this possibility, their hearts trembled slightly, if that was the case, there would still be a lot of suspense about the outcome of this game.

He Yang seemed to feel a lot of strange eyes from the audience, and immediately his face became even more gloomy, and the dark power on his hands became even stronger.

Mo Ting was naturally not idle, and after taking the initiative, he did not hesitate to launch a more fierce offensive, and the jet-black Xuan power continued to circulate on his body, as if he was wearing a pair of armor.

After Mo Ting got close to He Yang, his fists slammed towards He Yang quickly and violently, and the offensive swept towards He Yang in waves, He Yang also had a gloomy face, and he attacked all the times, but he looked a little embarrassed.

The atmosphere in the audience was also completely ignited by the fierce battle between the two of them, and the applause suddenly resounded.

"I didn't expect He Yang to be suppressed, you know, it is said that Mo Ting was still a sixth layer of the Xuan Realm a few days ago, such a talent, it is really terrifying!"

There was a voice coming from below, and He Qinghong, the head of the He family who was sitting in the stands, naturally heard it clearly, and at the same time he was a little annoyed in his heart, he also had some jealousy of Mo Ting's talent.

"It's really reassuring to be so talented..."

Boom!

Mo Ting grabbed a flaw when He Yang made a move, and hurriedly swept out with a punch, penetrating his defense, and slammed heavily on his chest, the black Xuan Force exploded violently, and that powerful force directly shook He Yang away, and then fell heavily in the ring under the gaze of everyone.

He Qinghong in the stands got up abruptly and looked at his fallen son, his face a little gloomy and uncertain.

He Yang got up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and did not admit defeat, but gathered his Xuan power again, his arms were all dark black, and the dark aura flowed, as if he had turned into a demon's hand.

"Sen Luo Palm!"

He Yang rushed out again, and the strong aura coming from his arms made the faces of many people around him solemn.

Senluo palm is a Xuanjian attached to the He Family's Senluo Sutra, which is a first-class peak Xuanshu, and its power is extremely powerful.

In the face of such a powerful attack from He Yang, Mo Ting's eyes also flashed a little solemn, and in terms of momentum, He Yang is now not weaker than Mo Zhengguo, who has just stepped into the eighth layer of the Xuan Realm, and the name of genius is worthy of his reputation.

But Mo Ting didn't flinch, but took a step forward, and also gathered the Xuan Power on his arm, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, he collided with He Yang's palms.