"Xuan everyone, how can we press it this time?" The wealthy businessmen in the VIP area began to ask Xuan Jizi, and they still listened to Xuan Jizi for the next game.

Xuan Jizi looked at Xiang Tian with deep eyes, and then looked at Zhang Yingjun, who was confident, and immediately said noncommittally, "Don't worry about it." ”

Everyone else looked at Xuanjizi in amazement, not knowing why Xuanjizi, but no one dared to question it. Thinking about it, they will only choose to press less, and some people secretly let the house slave to press Situ Fan to defeat Mo Wuwu in half an hour.

When everyone was pressed, Zhang Yingjun directly pressed all the Xuanshi on Mo Wuwu, and waited for a lot of Xuanshi to be put into his pocket at that time, feeling that this Xuanshi was too easy to earn.

Zhang Yingjun incarnated as a trader and sat firmly on the Diaoyu Tai.

On the field, Mo Wuwu and Situ Mufeng stood still.

"Don't worry, this girl has pressed all the Xuanshi on you, if you let me lose, you will support me for the rest of my life. ”

At this time, Duan Mu Rong shouted in the audience.

Since Duanmu Rong fell in love with Mo Wuwu at first sight last time, she didn't think about Mo Wuwu every day, and from time to time she thought about the scene of that day, couldn't help but smile sweetly, and then covered her face shyly.

The head of the Duanmu family has been grounded in Duanmu Rong since that day, but today she was run out by this girl, and Duanmu Chaofan on the stage had an expression of hatred for iron and steel.

Duanmu Chaofan, who has always been a good man, is in a neutral state among the three major families, and now this uncompetitive daughter actually likes Zhang Yingjun's apprentice, isn't that a disguised relationship with the Li family.

In the past two days, Duanmu Chaofan has already discovered that Li Ru treats him coldly.

Mo Wuwu glanced at Duanmu Rong, the little fan girl in the audience, with a cold expression, and remembered the scene of hugging Duanmu Rong off the stage in front of tens of thousands of people that day, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

This change in expression was immediately captured by Duanmu Rong, who had been staring at Mo Wuwu, and the little fan girl was happy in her heart, and she also took out a red flower made of fabric to be a cheerleader there.

"Worry-free, worry-free, the best. ”

...

Duanmu Chaofan couldn't stand it anymore in the "bastard" stands, so he wanted to go over and catch his daughter, but he was hugged by Duanmu Lei, and then shouted to his sister, "Sister, run, I can only hold on for a while." ”

Duanmu Rong threw a wink at Mo Wuwu, and immediately raised her foot to blend into the crowd.

This was so angry that Duanmu Chaofan stomped his feet: "The door is unfortunate!"

Duanmu Rong left, and Mo Wuwu looked at Situ Mufeng.

Situ Mufeng's face is ruddy today, and he looks like he feels delicate, if he is a woman, he can definitely compete with Xiang Xin for the first beauty in Purple Cloud City.

When it came to the ruthless talk, Situ Mufeng smiled coldly and said, "Don't worry-free, you have to die on this stage today, and then I will slowly play your master to death." ”

Mo Wuwu was angry when he heard this, in his heart, the master was the most sacred, and when others scolded him, he would definitely go up and fight hard, seeing Situ Mufeng so threatening, and wanting to kill his master, Mo Wuwu looked at Situ Mufeng with his eyes like a sharp sword and said, "You will pay for your words." ”

After the two finished their cruel words, the referee shouted and began.

At the beginning of the game, Situ Mufeng took out two delicate double blades, which Situ Fan spent a lot of money to get for his baby son, and its grade was as high as four grades, which belonged to the same grade as Mo Wuwu's Qingyun Sword.

Mo Wuwu also sacrificed the Qingyun Sword, and then in a standard offensive and defensive posture, the long sword was held in one hand on his back.

This is the most handsome posture of a swordsman, Mo Wuwu has liked swords since he was a child, so this swordsman posture has become a habit.

After each of them took out their weapons, they looked at each other and began to approach at great speed.

"Heavenly Blade Xuantian"

Situ Mufeng shouted martial arts, and directly used his strongest Xuan-level martial arts.

In an instant, the two short blades in Situ Mufeng's hands flew around Situ Mufeng like two thin snakes, as if whoever stepped into them would be pierced by the two sharp blades.

Mo Wuwu smiled casually in the face of this situation, and then slapped out a wave of white qi with one palm, which passed through the air, and finally turned into two white transparent white dragons chasing after the two short blades.

After the qi followed the short blade, like a cat catching a mouse, Situ Mufeng's short blade was directly knocked out in a short moment.

The more he comprehended, the more he discovered the power of the Heaven Conquering Divine Skill, and he also learned that he was already a cultivator, and he had reached the foundation building period, and he could use spiritual power to play out of the body for his own use.

And the air transmission is what Mo Wuwu has studied, and then tells Zhang Yingjun how to apply it. Now Zhang Yingjun is completely waiting for his disciple to participate in enlightenment, and then tell himself how to operate, as for himself to go to enlightenment? Zhang Yingjun said that he did not have that spare time.

Situ Mufeng had no idea, Mo Wuwu broke his Heavenly Blade Xuantian, and said in surprise: "What kind of martial arts are you, it is so powerful." ”

Mo Wuwu glanced at him indifferently and did not answer.

Situ Mufeng's expression began to become solemn, he hadn't seen Mo Wuwu's cultivation until now, and Mo Wuwu's martial arts were too subtle, he couldn't see the level at all, he couldn't help but secretly feel a little fear in his heart, this was the fear of the unknown.

After Mo Wuwu broke his martial arts, he was not in a hurry to use the Dao method again, but began to use the Qingyun Sword to fight against Situ Mufeng Jing from a distance.

Coupled with the aura holding body, every sword swing is splashed with mysterious aura.

This made Situ Mufeng, who was fighting, and all the martial artists outside the arena confused, because the breath on Mo Wuwu's body was too unfamiliar.

The battle lasted very quickly, and in an instant, it was half an hour, and the people who beat Mo Wuwu in half an hour began to sigh, and some began to walk towards the southern cliff in despair, as for what to do, it must have been a collective jump off the cliff after bankruptcy.

sighed outside the court, Mo Wuwu kept taking Situ Mufeng as the object of sword practice, and at the same time did not forget to kick him or slap him.

Although Mo Wuwu is a person who pays attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes, he also has to depend on the situation, and when he encounters someone who slanders his master, he doesn't mind insulting the other party.

Situ Mufeng, who had been slapped a few times, was so angry that his peachy face was already congested and turned crimson.

He now wants to kill Mo Wuwu, and he wants to break Mo Wuwu's body into pieces.

But in the face of Mo Wuwu's strength, Situ Mufeng is like an angry child facing a strong man, and he can only be played.

Mo Wuwu, who was playing with him, would have directly beheaded him under the sword if he hadn't cared about him having a city lord's father.

The Nurse Maniac is so willful.

It wasn't until after abusing Situ Mufeng for a full quarter of an hour that Mo Wuwu made a phantom decision to knock Situ Mufeng out of the battle platform.

With the end of the whole battle, although Mo Wuwu did not cause any substantial damage to Situ Mufeng, the damage to his soul was at the level of 100,000 volts.

After all, the tens of thousands of people from Ziyun City present watched him, the young city lord, being slapped mercilessly.

Situ Fan's eyes on the subjective stage have become hateful, as a short-term madman.

If it weren't for the fact that his current move would affect his image, he would be eager to go up and slap Mo Wuwu to death.

However, Situ Fan is not the master of forbearance, and directly told the house slave to go to Li Ru to deal with Zhang Yingjun, and he wanted to intervene and come in.

With Situ Mufeng being knocked out of the stage, the four-in-two competition ended, Mo Wuwu and Xiang Tian directly entered the finals, and Situ Mufeng entered the loser's group and competed with Chen Fei for the place to compete in Junshu, which was definitely a great shame for him.

The next game finally turned into a civil war between Zhang Yingjun's apprentices, and everyone outside the court felt a little trance.

Now looking at Zhang Yingjun's eyes, his eyes have changed, no longer mockery, jokes, but respect.

Imagine which master can make a waste wood rise from the fifth order of the qi training period to the middle of the yellow order within a month, and there is a disciple who is even more complete to the middle stage of the yellow order, and many casual cultivators even have the idea of going to Ziyun Mountain Villa to worship Zhang Yingjun as a teacher.

And Master Zhang, who was admired by everyone, now looked at the six million Xuanshi of the space ring and smirked.

"It's good to be rich. Zhang Yingjun muttered to himself