Zhanyang is known as the highest national art, and none of the Mo family members who came to Luhai this time are not veterans of practicing against bombardment.

But ever since Chen Mo defeated the first person, they all unconsciously felt stunned.

A group of more than ten people can fight in dust, not to mention the hundreds of practitioners who are fighting against each other right now. Chen Mo and Tie Niu have always been in the leading position here, and they have long been the focus of attention. The two fronts have collided fiercely, Tie Niu is better with his huge body, and as soon as the shirtless Chen Mo looks at the other party, at least three or four people attack him at the same time, and they all treat him as a fish belly.

Facing the flirtatious leg kicked from the front, Chen Mo cut down with his backpalm, and the person's knee suddenly burst out with a click, and before he could perform all the leg skills that he had practiced for many years, his body had already softened. At the same time, Chen Mo let go of the punch and kick that came from the side, and also returned a punch and a kick, and the action was so fast that he pulled out the afterimage in the air. The two opponents fell in the same stiff posture, one of them was a long-established veteran boxer, who had always promised himself to be unpredictable with subtle moves, but now he was crushed into shit by Chen Mo's terrifying fist speed and explosiveness.

Chen Mo didn't stop, and after a hard bump with another person in front of him, the opponent's entire arm bone was broken from the small arm all the way to the upper arm, and he couldn't even howl, and then Chen Mo dragged his wrist and picked it up, like a broken leather bag. A gap suddenly opened up around him, and Chen Mo rushed directly into the crowd, causing the two practitioners to staggering down with a gesture.

Direct, precise, and ferocious - Chen Mo's shots are obviously different from the clear-sighted Guoshu routines. Mo Qinggu, who was a little farther away, was slightly stunned, it was the first time he had seen this kind of play that couldn't even talk about moves, but was extremely effective.

Even with the addition of the Fang family's reinforcements, the number of people on Zhanyang's side is still at an absolute disadvantage. But Mo Qinggu knew that with them joining, this battle with little chance of winning had completely changed, and Chen Mo's crazy forward momentum had boosted his morale to the peak.

Sima Luo was standing from a distance and watching, PDA in his hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face. The Xiao family's guards had all slowly stepped forward and walked towards the battle group, and there was only an old man wearing a big straw hat by his side.

The old man was not from the Xiao family, but a monster brought by Sima Luo from Shudong.

The Fang family's sudden appearance was a bit of a surprise to Sima Luo, but now there are more objects to choose from - compared to the long and boring qualifying format, this is the real meat grinder to measure strength. From the very beginning, he tried his best to facilitate private fights and helped in any way he could. The level of comprehensive national arts in Luhai Province is not too high, and these practitioners are dispensable, but now they are just acting as a touchstone. The Fang family, the masters of the Mo family, and the strong guards of the Xiao family who were invited from all over the world are the ones worth paying attention to.

There are no permanent enemies, only eternal interests. Today's hostile stance doesn't mean much, and with the group as a backing, any fighter he fancies in this country will sooner or later bow his arrogant head. There are always weaknesses and weaknesses in human life, and no matter how strong an individual is, he does not live in the world naked. Since the day he became the manager of the galaxy, he has been well aware of what role he should play, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as "the hand of God". Country Z is the biggest favorite, and he must show 120,000 points of professionalism to ensure that he finds the real top horse to compete with other managers in the semi-finals.

The Gorosem Championship is the first world-class event held by the Group, and as the recipient of the Honorary Manager's Medal, Sima Luo has two direct qualifiers. The old man wearing a big straw hat beside him has already used up one, and he only needs to find another one now to successfully end his trip to country Z.

Mo Qinggu is only a candidate for this last spot, not a predetermined one. Sima Luo knew that the talent selected from a good hand was the trump card, but at the moment he was not choosing, and his eyes were completely attracted by one person, and he could not care about the others.

This person is Chen Mo.

He and Tie Niu have long since broken away from the main force of Zhanyang and inserted into the depths of the enemy. If it weren't for the fact that Tie Niu's size was really conspicuous, it would be difficult to even find where Chen Mo was, he was like a small boat loaded with heavy loads, about to be swallowed up by the surging torrent.

Sima Luo didn't quite understand Chen Mo's plan - running thousands of miles in the form of a net, meaningless fighting, and the so-called struggle against power...... All this is childish and ridiculous, it is rare that Zhanyang people are willing to go crazy with him, I have to say that he is indeed very good at demagogy and cohesion.

And at this moment, Sima Luo found that Chen Mo had more than that.

That kind of explosiveness and judgment, that kind of beast surname and fighting spirit, has surpassed any professional fighter Sima Luo has ever seen. He had to start rethinking the whole thing, because the real worthy candidate might be right in front of him. If Chen Mo can give up the qualification of Olivia and Country Y and play for himself instead, then the game mode will definitely change.

The scattered crowd covered the lake beach, and Chen Mo had been rushing forward wildly, and all the Lu Hailian family members who shot at him were all knocked down by stronger, faster and more deadly counterattacks. The Iron Bull helped him block all the attacks from the rear, and his huge body was not fighting at all, but crushing.

The second wave of attackers composed of the Mo family also wrenched into the crowd like drills at this time, and the palm wind of the stele hand exploded with the crack of the bones wherever they passed. Mo Qinggu's strong strength far beyond his peers made him invincible, and when he finally faced Liu Dalong, he only used three palms in a row to turn the other party into a real mollusk. For today's big scene, Liu Dalong also deliberately changed into a full set of practice clothes, and his clothes were fluttering and extraordinary, but he didn't expect that the head of the Mo family had already transformed into a complete beast, and he didn't even have room to fight back, let alone the so-called tie situation before.

The third wave of Fang's family was even wilder, and the mountain collapsing palm killed the other party's ghosts and howls. Competing with the Mo family for generations, today actually bumped into an opportunity to play a savior, what could make the Mo family more ashamed than this way? The answer is clearly no.

Fang Changfeng watched the game on the sidelines, and from time to time he was distracted to play a game, and he didn't notice that the little doll dog leftover who was brought out by the juniors to open his eyes had already slipped away.

Fang Gou had a longevity lock around his neck and a shaved peach head, looking like a red child. He ran to the side of the wild horse cart, glanced at Mo Xiaoshan, who was being held down by his two aunts, and sneered.

"Laugh ass! Do you want to get beaten? Mo Xiaoshan didn't expect that his old rival would also come here, and immediately bared his teeth.

"Shrinking in the back is to be a soft egg? The surname Mo is really not as good as the generation. Fang Gou Yu followed the appearance of the adults in the clan, put his hands behind his back, and put himself in a posture.

Mo Xiaoshan was just about to scold, but a few fish slipped through the net not far away, Mo Lingshan and Mo Hongmei swept out the volley, and finally had no time to care about him anymore.

Xiao Gao saw the two boys puffing out their eyes and coming together, as if they had a personal grudge to be resolved, and couldn't help but laugh. The two little imps pounced on him, one left and one right jumping up at the same time. Xiao Gao only felt the sound of the wind passing in his ears, and there were two "bangs" behind him, and when he turned around, he was stunned to find that a Lu Hailian family who had touched it at some point covered his crotch with his hand, and his face was full of purple and slowly softened.

Mo Xiaoshan and Fang Gou stole peaches and rushed up to beat them violently. That man had already experienced a series of vicious fights, and he was already at the end of the crossbow, so he didn't pick it up at this time, but planted it in the hands of the doll. Xiao Gao was dumbfounded and looked at the two little guys there, you clapped and I clapped, glaring at each other, as if they were competing, and finally had a preliminary understanding of the tutors of the Zhanyang people.

When Chen Mo rushed out of the crowd, the Mo family and the Fang family had already faced the guards transferred by Xiao Dingshen, and the lake beach was full of wounded. He pounced directly at where Sima Luo was, and it was the only target from the start.

Only then did Sima Luo see the direction of Chen Mo's cold gaze and realize that he had become a prey.

"Olivia can't help you or anything, only I can get you everything! Hear clearly, it's all about it! Sima Luo shouted.

Chen Mo was getting closer and closer, and the boiling and violent killing intent in his eyes became clearer and clearer.

Sima Luo subconsciously stepped back and shouted: "Stop him!" ”

The old man in the straw hat on the side was like a clay wood carving, and there was no reaction at all.

Sima Luo changed color slightly, and finally found that the current situation was not as safe as he imagined. "As a game planner, managers have to be fully engaged." This is one of the most famous professional maxims within the galaxy, and he has always demanded this from himself, accustomed to looking at the big picture from the perspective of God.

The appearance of the Zhanyang Fang family was an accident, and now a seemingly insignificant link has also changed.

Since the first meeting, the old people around him have not once refused Sima Luo's request. This is a monster that should not exist in the world, he is murderous, he hates all things bright and beautiful, and hides his face under a straw hat every time he goes outside. Sima Luo had also considered waiting until the tournament was over and taking him in as his personal bodyguard, provided that he survived, of course.

And now it seems that the monster has suddenly become incomprehensible.

There was a slight friction sound on the ground, and Chen Mo had already stood in front of him. Sima Luo still maintained extreme self-control and calmness, and smiled at him, "Please let me finish speaking, you are the best fighter, and I am the most senior Galaxy manager......"

Benefit analysis was what Sima Luo was best at, but he was only halfway through his speech when he heard Chen Mo reply lightly: "I know." ”

Chen Mo threw a punch, and as soon as a frightened expression appeared on Sima Luo's face, his entire head was already torn apart.

"It's actually better for you to keep him than to kill him." The old man next to him, who was not moving, spoke slowly, and his voice was hoarse.

"He's wanted to kill me more than once, and I'm not going to keep this guy." Chen Mo looked at the old man, his straw hat covered most of his face, and his beard was gray.

Counting the alien guard beside Xiao Dingshen, this old man was the second strange existence he had encountered, and he couldn't feel the flow of qi and blood in his body at all.

"Shall we fight?" Chen Mo asked.

"No need today, you seem to have other things to do." The old man replied.

Chen Mo glanced at the gradually stable victory on the lake beach, and didn't plan to go to the war again, "Yes, there is still something, thank you." My surname is Chen, whether you want to fight with me or make friends, you can find me in Yancheng. ”

He smiled and turned to walk in the direction of the mountain forest, but was stopped by a word from behind him.

"You don't have the surname Chen, your surname is Luo." The old man said coldly.

(To be continued)