After the children of each group arrived, the martial arts competition was finally in full swing!

As soon as Mo Fan jumped onto the stage, he saw his roommate, the little girl Yun'er, walking onto the stage from the other direction, there was clearly no object under her feet, but she walked straight to the stage as if she was stepping on a ladder!

What kind of subtle fighting technique is this?

Mo Fan was thinking about this question, and a light had already rushed straight towards Yun'er before him.

"Knife Technique, Sun Slash!"

The young man's voice roared on the stage, and the violent fire flashed out from the blade of a ring-headed knife, the flames were blazing, the knife was sharp, and it carried dozens of kilograms of weight and smashed fiercely at the girl who had just landed!

The girl turned her back to the knife and adjusted her posture slightly, looking unaware of the incoming knife wind.

"Success! Before she can stand firmly, she will defeat a seeded player from Peach Blossom Dock!" thought to the man who came out of the knife.

"Yun'er, be careful!"

A child who also belongs to Taohuawu reminded him, but looking at the dazzling knife light and the woman who had not yet turned around, it didn't look like he could escape from the knife safely.

After all, such a fast knife, and it was a surprise attack, no one could react!

Except for a little fat man who happened to be in the middle of the road.

Without anyone noticing, he clenched his palms into a fist and gently slammed them into the waist and eye of the man who drew the knife.

"Bang~~!"

A muffled sound sounded, and before the child with the knife could react, he was swept off the stone platform by Mo Fan's punch!

"What's the matter with Wang Wu? How can I watch him jump off the stage by himself?" Wu Jiali had just climbed onto the stone platform at this time, and was surprised to see a figure flying overhead.

"I don't know, didn't he say that he wanted to avenge Yun'er for his brother?

"Damn, be careful of Yun'er's chick!"

"Don't worry about Yun'er, let's besiege Mo Fan first, and teach this guy a good lesson for Brother Youdao!"

"Good!"

Wu Jiali blew a dark whistle lightly, and in an instant, more than 20 people on the edge of the stone platform rushed towards Mo Fan who was independent in the center of the scene!

Seeing this, Yun'er also rushed to Mo Fan, the two of them lived in the same dormitory, and they were temporarily on the same front at the moment!

"Sister Yun'er, your opponent is not them...... At this moment, a clear man's voice sounded in the field, and a white-faced young man swung a giant tree-shaped sledgehammer in his hand and walked towards the girl with a smile!

Linglong Pavilion third, Group B Cheng Feng!

"Hey, look, what kind of weapon is that? so huge!"

"Oh my God, where did this guy come from, who can stand being smashed by that thing!"

"In the face of this weapon, the elders probably won't have time to rescue!It seems that Cheng Feng is determined to hit Yun'er hard...!"

At the edge of the stone platform, a few idle children who were not involved in the courtyard dispute gathered together, looked at the turbulent form in the field, and discussed in a low voice.

"These guys are very calculating...... Do you want to wait for our two courtyards to fight and be a profitable fisherman...... I'll regret you a hundred times later!"

Cheng Feng wielded the hammer and attacked Yun'er, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crowd in the corner of the stone platform, and thought coldly.

What interrupted his thoughts was a silver nine-section whip.

Yun'er has made a move!

Unlike her weak and beautiful appearance, her spiritual power was fierce and irritable, gathered on the nine-section whip, and every swing was like carrying the power of a violent wind, brazenly hitting everyone around her!

The people of Linglong Pavilion should be glad that they didn't choose to besiege her first, otherwise, under this strong wind, I'm afraid that few people will be able to stand firm and make accurate moves at the same time!

The sledgehammer in the young man's hand is obviously not ordinary, every dance can stir up bursts of wind-breaking sound, and the flexible and powerful nine-section whip battle in one place, suddenly the wind is agitated, so that the people around him can't even see the situation inside!

It's just that when fighting against Cheng Feng, Yun'er obviously still has a lot of strength to spare, she only stood still, and the whip shadows in her hand seemed to be as many as dozens of ways, forming a shield wall shape, firmly limiting Cheng Feng's iron head hammer to seven feet outside her body!

The scariest thing is that she has been whipping with one hand.

Yun'er's left hand was flicking the stones, and every tiny stone that was taken out of her hand seemed to have eyes, moving left and right in the dense whip shadow and wind, with a paradoxical angle and speed that almost everyone couldn't see, from the battlefield between her and Cheng Feng, *** out!

At least, Cheng Feng, who was fighting against her, was unaware of this. He only felt that he had finally chosen the right weapon today, suppressing this woman who had been extremely fierce in every previous competition.

Her strength is only known to those who have experienced it first-hand in Group B, and people outside Group B may only judge her strength by her weak appearance!

Cheng Feng was very happy, and Mo Fan was also very happy, because he found that the twenty or thirty children who rushed towards him suddenly seemed to have eaten some bad food in the morning, either holding their stomachs and falling to the ground, or rolling on the spot with their thighs, and even rushing off the stage with their heads covered with both hands!

"The effect of the Spiritual Liquid Forging Body looks really terrifying," Mo Fan thought, "At this time, there are still such strong sequelae!"

Seeing the people around him rushing towards him fall one by one, Mo Fan held the green dragon halberd and acted as a spectator in place.

There are many spectators on the martial arts stage, and there are many types, but since there was a martial arts competition in Lin Village, he has done nothing and stood in the center of the stone platform as a spectator openly, for so many years, he is the only one.

When you look at it, you notice something unusual.

He could see the stones.

There are very few people who can see the stone track on the stage of Group B.

So he was curious as to why the person who threw the stone was not placed in Group A......

"Damn, this guy bought a ticket to go on stage to watch the play!" A man with a sword in the corner suddenly caught a glimpse of Mo Fan's condition, and said angrily.

His opponent removed his sword and corrected him seriously: "No, he has come to the stage to watch the opera after he has drawn his clothes." ”

There is a slight difference between the two, the former is a ticket holder, and the latter is an actor.

"If you don't fight, let's rest for a while, his enemies can suddenly fall to the ground with stomach pain, hug their legs and cry with back pain, we can also rest and fight again!"

"Brother Dao's words are very reasonable. ”

The two looked at each other with pity as they spoke, and suddenly there was a precious feeling that they had changed from enemies to friends, and they didn't know each other.

"What is Brother Dao's surname?"

"My last name. What about you?"

"My surname is Liu ...... The ancestor once beheaded the White Snake Rebellion ......"

"Damn, it turned out to be a lowly pavilion elder descendant, the feud is not shared, you return the mountains and rivers of my Xiang clan!"

The two who had just started friendship disagreed, and they yelled and fought in one place.

"This guy is so lucky!"

Outside the martial arts arena, I don't know how many people looked at Mo Fan and let out such a sigh of envy. They are all losers who were knocked down early, and they are naturally very envious of the kind of luck that the little fat man has.

If they have the luck, they might even be able to make it to the top 10!

Mo Fan suddenly felt that the competition in Group B was very boring, so bored that he was a little sleepy, and it was not as interesting as playing wrestling with the orangutans in the mountains, and suddenly, he thought that he had wasted his precious sleep time because of such a competition, and felt that it was not worth it, so he pulled out the green dragon halberd that he had inserted on the ground since he came to the stage, and walked towards the crowd of people fighting everywhere around him.

He walked slowly, but powerfully.

The sunlight hit his back through the window, stretching his short and fat body several times, and the green dragon halberd on his shoulder, the tip of the halberd was swirled, and the halberd body was like a green dragon going out to sea.

For a while, it seemed extremely powerful.

"Look, what is that guy going to do?"

"He seems to be coming towards us, it's not a matter that we've been watching the show on the field, and the referee can't say anything about it, so it's better to take advantage of the moment to defeat this guy who doesn't cherish his luck and earn some popularity!"

"Brother Dao is right! If you want to blame him, blame him for not measuring his own strength!"

As soon as the people watching the play on the edge of the martial arts stage summed up a little, they chose Mo Fan, who looked the weakest in the field, as their opponents, and used their martial arts, and the sword flashed with all kinds of brilliance, and rushed towards the little fat dun!

However, they clearly overestimated their own strength and underestimated how angry their opponents were.

Mo Fan danced wildly with a halberd in his hand, under the sunlight, the tip of the bright silver halberd was like a white snake out of a hole, and the weapons and people that were swept away were like paper paste, spraying blood and flying out with a scream, some hung on the edge of the martial arts platform, but did not appear, and some hung on the edge of other people's martial arts platform, which caused a fright of the crowd in the battle, and thought that it was the flying immortals who fell into the field, and some were even more unlucky, even the people with weapons were swept directly to the beam!

If the uninformed people who had just entered the martial arts arena saw this scene, I am afraid that they would think that the blood spurted out by these people had a very powerful reaction force!

Looking at the crowds of people who were sent to the sky one after another without stopping, the inside and outside of the stadium were stunned for a while, so quiet that they could hear a pin, and people's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the boy in the field.

Is this still the little chubby mound that usually looks harmless to humans and animals......

They deeply understand a truth, that is, if the fat man is angry, the consequences must be serious!

Some of the old referees were unmoved, in their opinion, how could these fighters and disciples who were only in the early and middle stages of the realm on the field be able to resist the divine power of the weapon of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, plus it was Mo Fan who wielded the weapon, and his body had more than 400 stones of terrifying power, and when he entered, he naturally slammed into the flock, just like a humanoid divine dragon rushing into a flock of sheep.

Within a few rounds, all the members of the Linglong Pavilion except Wu Jiali were swept out by Mo Fan one by one, and only Wu Jiali was still struggling to support it with a Yellow Rank Upper Grade Wind Hidden Sword that had just been pulled out in the morning.

The force of the sword even made him feel like he was about to be crushed along with the sword!

Seeing this, Mo Fan sighed lightly, "You're quite capable", and the strength in his hand increased from two hundred and forty stones to two hundred and seventy stones!

With the strong downward pressure of the halberd, Wu Jiali's tiger mouth suddenly cracked, and a stream of blood gushed out, a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he quickly moved the sword in his right hand to his left hand, and shouted in a deep voice:

"The end of Wu Jiali, please sword...... Pavilion ......!"

Before the remaining words "one sword" could be spoken, they were slapped out by Mo Fan Lian with a sword, and fell to the ground and rolled more than three times.

What Mo Fan didn't expect was that he stood up again tremblingly with his sword, blood between his teeth, and said vaguely: "... One... Sword!"

There are few people who can survive the spiritual liquid forging body, and sure enough, few of them are cowards.

It is not for nothing that Wu Jiali can jump from a penniless beggar on the street to the fourth position of Linglong Pavilion!

He stood up strongly, holding the sword in his left hand, looking like the woman standing outside Yufu City that night, his tongue trembling, but he was spitting out every word as clearly as possible, which was a respect for the holy place in his heart:

"Pei ~ Ran ~ One ~ Sword!!"

Mo Fan lengthened the halberd, changed from one hand to two hands, and gently held the end of the green dragon halberd.

He looked comical, like Archimedes holding a huge lever.

With his arms slightly bent, the green dragon halberd smashed forward vigorously, and this blow used the power of four hundred and fifty stones, which had already surpassed the peak data when he measured his strength at the entrance of the village.

Group B is worthy of Group B, and everyone in Wakabayashi Village can have such perseverance and kendo cultivation, which is indeed enough to level the mountain.

And Pingshan is exactly the image of Qi Guo's statement on the power of the four hundred stone monsters!

This halberd is very strong. Through the transmission of the halberd, the strength of the halberd tip is enough to weigh 500 stones.

This sword is fast. It's called the Sword of Grace, but it's a sword used to kill.

The sword that kills is the fastest sword.

Because a gentleman's sword only needs to be fast when it comes to killing.

Seeing that the fast sword was about to bypass the tip of the halberd and go straight to Mo Fan's chest, the green dragon halberd suddenly bent out of an arc strangely!

It's called the Green Dragon Halberd.

The halberd is like a swimming dragon!

Suddenly entangled with Wu Jiali's sword!

The formation reinforced on the marble suddenly couldn't withstand this force, and a crack opened, and fine pieces of sand and stone flew up in the center of the stone platform.

Mo Fan grabbed a stone and gently flicked it towards Wu Jiali in the distance, and the small stone slowly but forcefully pierced through the flying sand and accurately hit the latter's chest.

The man fell on his back.

Mo Fan picked up the green dragon halberd again and rushed towards the chaotic crowd around him again.

Everywhere you go, the sand and gravel are scattered.

No one said that his martial luck was very good, only the sound of a serious sword sounded in front of him!

......

On that day, it was said that the boy had subdued two courtyards with a halberd.

Every time he heard this, the boy waved his little fat hand and said, "There is a person who has subdued me with a sword." ”