When Fang Changfeng was young, he was paired with his peers and the Mo family all day long, and he had already been familiar with the big open stele hand.

Thunder hand, wave splitting hand, dust hand, three doors and eighteen styles. Among them, the Ben Thunder Hand is the most fierce, supplemented by the medicinal materials that invigorate the blood and protect the yuan, and it is also the fastest to enter the country when practiced.

Today's Mo family is almost all thunder hands, and only Mo Kongya is practicing Qi Sect Splitting Waves. Mo Hongmei was taught by him by hand, and was often laughed at by other juniors, saying that it was better to carry a straw when he was old and practiced by Chopping Waves.

The lunar calendar is small, and the clan is more than said.

The last two remaining contenders of the red character generation - Mo Hongqi and Mo Hongmei.

After a series of battles, Mo Hongmei had more than his cousin, but his petite body still stood in the depths.

The glint in the girl's eyes made Chen Mo feel familiar. That kind of unyielding and proud is very similar to Zhuo Yitian.

Not like herself.

Sima Luo hadn't left yet, and had been watching Chen Mo like a snake staring at a frog. Although he covered it up well, Chen Mo could feel the hostility.

Olivia has talked about how fierce the competition between the managers of the galaxy is. Chen Mo didn't quite understand where Sima Luo's hostility came from, he had obviously obtained a promotion quota from country Y, and he was not competing in his motherland, could it be that this guy had planned ahead to the point of considering the final finals?

Mo Hongqi's thunder runner is the strongest among the red characters, and as soon as he makes a move, he is full of strength, and he is like a life and death enemy. His palms were extremely dark in the sun, looking like a reef or some kind of metal, the result of years of soaking in potions.

Before the palm arrived, the strong wind had already made Mo Hongmei's long hair fly. Many people outside the arena looked at her with cold eyes, waiting for the end moment. Although the girl has not been out of the game yet, it can be regarded as a great upset, but it is Mo Hongqi standing in front of her.

Rather than will, strength is the key to determining everything.

Countless dismantling and sparring exercises from childhood to adulthood have made the two people know each other well. Mo Hongmei didn't have much trouble dodging the attack, and returned a palm, followed by a fierce attack.

Chen Mo noticed that Mo Lingshan, who was watching the battle, was full of worry, as if he was afraid that something would happen to the girl. Beside her, there was a tall and thin middle-aged man, and the "dumb" teacher Mo Kongya was not far away.

There were also six or seven people around them, forming a small group. At the other end of the rice farm, the patriarch Mo Qinggu's supporters are far more than this number.

In any case, the opposing camp is there, and Chen Mo feels that he can't expect more. It is estimated that these practitioners are accustomed to the fierce way in any aspect, and they go straight, and now they are already making a stand before the victory or defeat is decided.

Chen Mo felt a little funny, but he really couldn't laugh.

Mo Hongmei and Chen Jing really seemed to be carved out of the same mold, he thought that he could stay calm, but now he found that he was very wrong.

When the girl was hit for the first time, the thud was heard far away. Blood immediately appeared on her lips, and she staggered a few steps, but finally stood still and dodged the aftermath.

The big opener is not only a dead thing, but also a human life can be split in half.

Mo Hongqi's face was expressionless, relying on his height and long arms, and he opened and closed a strong attack style, and soon tore through the opponent's defense again, turned around sideways, and imprinted a palm on the back of Mo Hongmei's heart.

Mo Hongmei's face became whiter than paper, and then at a speed like a tide, a large sickly blush appeared. Mo Hongqi saw that she had eaten two heavy hands in a row, but she didn't fall, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes.

At this moment, Mo Hongmei's little hand came back silently and brushed his right arm.

There was no momentum in the blow, but Mo Hongqi roared wildly, and everyone outside the arena heard the crisp sound of his arm bone breaking.

"Dusters?" Mo Qinggu's eyes narrowed in disbelief.

This Mianzhang is contrary to the Thunder Technique, even he himself is not proficient, and none of his peers have practiced it, where did Mo Hongmei learn to control the enemy?

Mo Hongqi's injured arm hung limply by his side, and he could only fight with one hand, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Seeing that Mo Hongmei slapped several times in a row, his shoulders sank and breathed, and the "iron stone" in his hand was about to be shot, Mo Qinggu couldn't hold it anymore, and opened his mouth to warn: "Left!" ”

He only has this one son, and he can't care about anything else in a hurry. This shout immediately caused the crowd to stir, the Mo family has always paid attention to fair battles, and if the elders are pointing out the younger generations, it is equivalent to two against one.

Mo Hongqi narrowly avoided this palm, angry and shocked, and had already taken a desperate stance. Chen Mo watched coldly, and saw that Mo Hongqi's footsteps began to become chaotic, and suddenly roared: "Head hammer hit him!" ”

Mo Qinggu can shout, and he can naturally shout. The difference is that he doesn't have the vision of a practicing family, only the sense of smell of a private fist fighter.

The girl didn't hesitate and hit Mo Hongqi's jaw headlong!

With a click, Mo Hongqi's teeth struck, blood overflowed in his mouth, and even his head buzzed. The violent concussion made him lose focus for a short time, and before he could push it away, he was already hit in the chest and abdomen with a palm.

This young man, who had always been arrogant, immediately fell to the ground and could not get up again.

"Who taught you the palm?" Mo Qinggu stared at Mo Hongmei and shouted.

"Uncle, it's not important. I only know that from now on, I am the patriarch of the Mo family. Mo Hongmei looked at the people around him, "If any uncle thinks that I am not worthy of sitting in this seat, please stand up and speak now." ”

"Xiaomei has always been steady, I have no opinion." Mo Lingshan's father spoke slowly, and then looked at Mo Hongqi, "The rule of the clan competition is that the winner is king, and it's a pity that Hongqi lost, let's come back next year!" ”

This is the only response. Including Mo Qinggu, no one in the opposing camp spoke.

"Thank you, uncles." Mo Hongmei said coldly.

"Little doll, I said I could win!" Fang Changfeng was very proud when he learned the news, and squinted his eyes while touching his goatee.

In the past few days, Chen Mo has been reasoning with facts, and even used the strength to eat milk, so he changed his name. The old man still didn't believe that he had nothing to do with Fang Donglei's ghost, but seeing that Chen Mo couldn't tell any of the majestic deeds of the year, he temporarily put away his heart to recognize his ancestors.

Pan Jinyu had already called to find Chen Mo for an interview. Now that the big thing is over, Chen Mo is in a hurry to return to Yancheng, and he can't care about calling Xiao Gao anymore, so he will take Mo Lingshan with him on the road.

"How about I go play too?" Fang Changfeng sent the three of them far away, but still refused to go home.

Chen Mo was stunned and said with a smile: "Old man, what are you doing?" As I said last time, I'll open a small security company, which is a bunch of big bosses and coarse people, and there's nothing fun about it. ”

"It's inconvenient to fight at the door of the house, and I want to be a security guard." Fang Changfeng looked at him without blinking, his eyes lit up, "You just buy me a mobile phone." ”

(To be continued)