Just as Mo Chen and the two were drinking tea, a young figure came to sit down beside the two, and Mo Chen raised his eyes to see that it was the young man with two swords he had seen when he entered before.

Wu Zifeng also saw this swordsman, but he couldn't see anything famous, so he didn't care about it after seeing it.

But Mochen got up and left his seat and approached the man.

"Hello, my name is Mochen. Mo Chen was the first to say hello, and the young man turned his head to look at him, and then replied, "Wan Zige." The tone was cold, as if rejecting people from thousands of miles away.

Mochen got the name of the other party, and he didn't linger, turned around and returned to his original seat.

"Who are you?" Wu Zifeng saw this headless scene in his eyes, and was suddenly a little confused.

"This person is not simple. Mo Chen said, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

"What did you just tell him?" Wu Zifeng asked, Mo Chen said that this person was not simple, but it also aroused his curiosity.

"I went over and asked for his name. ”

"What's his name?"

"Ask for yourself."

Mo Chen pretended to be deep, and then looked at the stage in the distance, at this time there had been several rounds of fighting in the ring, and most of the remaining martial artists were martial artists of the seventh layer of the building body, and Mo Chen decided to wait until these martial artists of the seventh layer of the building body were eliminated, and he would choose a ring to challenge.

"Well, I say, you're a man. Wu Zifeng said speechlessly, and then he still couldn't suppress his curiosity, got up and walked towards Wan Zige.

When he arrived, he also arched his hand and said, "Under Wu Zifeng." ”

Wan Zige glanced at Wu Zifeng, nodded, and then ignored him.

Huh? Wu Zifeng was suddenly a little embarrassed, he was a dignified young city lord who came over to sign up with you in person, and you and I pretended to be deep here?

Wu Zifeng roared in his heart, but he didn't speak, and he was a little embarrassed if he didn't leave, and since he had eaten a closed door, he could only turn around and sit back in his seat.

"How's that, did you ask?" Mochen asked without looking back as he watched the fight in the ring.

When asked, he said his name was Long Aotian. Wu Zifeng said angrily, then picked up the teacup and drank it, and he spit out the tea as soon as he entered it.

"Bah, it's burning me. ”

"Oh, I forgot to mention that someone came to fill the tea just now, and I filled you with a new cup. ”

"You're so ruthless!"

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was noon, and at this time, there were no young martial artists on the ten rings, all of them were veteran martial artists with eight layers of construction.

Mo Chen clapped his hands and stood up, and Wu Zifeng also got up when he saw this.

"What's the matter, it's itchy again?" Wu Zifeng asked, he knew that Mo Chen must not be able to do it, the veteran martial artist of the eighth layer of the body building was indeed worth Mo Chen's shot.

"It's not enough to have itchy hands, but if you wait any longer, I'm afraid you won't be able to get on stage. Mo Chen said with a smile, he was right, now he is already a veteran martial artist of the eighth layer of the building body on the stage, and if he waits any longer, I am afraid that the martial artists of the ninth layer of the building body will come to the stage to defend the battle, and Wu Zifeng is afraid that the pressure will be much greater.

"Actually, it's okay, I have a special identity, and I didn't plan to worship any sect, I should enter the court in the future, and stay in the Hanhai Dynasty like my father. "Wu Zifeng doesn't care, he is already from a good background, and he doesn't need to go to the five major sects in the Dihai Sea for further study, and it is not bad to stay in Dihai City and have his back to the Hanhai Dynasty.

So he participated in the martial arts to have a good time, and by the way, he was looking for Mochen to learn from him.

"You should choose a ring to challenge, and then I will challenge you, my gentleman's sword can't wait. Wu Zifeng urged, Mo Chen smiled, put away the ink sword and walked to the nearest ring step by step.

Wang Li is very happy today, he is two in his Chinese New Year's Eve, he has been promoted to the eighth layer of the building body for three years, and this year is also the first time he has participated in the martial arts, and he has now defended three challengers on the seventh floor of the building body and two challengers on the eighth floor of the building body.

He was completely surprised by this result. Because as early as three years ago, when he had just broken through the eighth layer of the building body, he wanted to come to participate in the martial arts, but in the end he resisted the impulse, just because he knew that if he was not fully prepared, then even if he was the eighth layer of the building body, he might end up unattended.

is also the eighth layer of the body, and the two people who have just defeated themselves have just been promoted and came to participate in the martial arts. The foundation between the battles was unstable, and not long after he came on the field, he was defeated one by one by his own human-level martial arts "big monument wrestler".

It can be said that the two of them have been in vain this year's martial arts, and they will lose if they challenge a martial artist of the same level, which can only show that you are a person who is not worth cultivating.

"Not enough, too weak! Come again!" Wang Li shouted as he stood in the ring, his successive victories making him feel extremely refreshed, and at the same time shouting this voice was also to attract the attention of the high platform.

Just as he turned around and shouted at the audience, a young swordsman in black stood in the ring, his hands behind his back, and looked at Wang Li with an indifferent face.

"Huh?" Wang Li snorted strangely, is he a young swordsman? Seeing that he is only twenty years old, he actually dares to challenge himself on stage?

At this time, the onlookers in the audience also saw Mo Chen on the stage, and suddenly there were many screams and coaxing.

"Boy, who are you picking in so many rings, but you are picking him?"

"The one on the stage, didn't you see that this ring has been occupied by Brother Wang, but he is a strong man with an eighth-layer body, why are you going up?"

"It's really brainless, I just said that young people nowadays are too impetuous before doing things. ”

The audience was full of ridicule, and the people who spoke were some martial artists who had been eliminated before. Most of them failed to fight Wang Li, but they knew that they were not Wang Li's opponents at all, and it was only because the people who defeated them also lost to Wang Li, so they could occupy the ring, and they naturally felt that Wang Li was stronger.

"They are right, now is not the time for you young people to take the stage, it is now the ring of our old powerhouses. When only young people were allowed to come to power just now, you didn't seize the opportunity, why did you come up now?" Wang Li said arrogantly, in his opinion, Mo Chen was a young martial artist who accidentally missed the first stage, and now he was unwilling to go to the stage to make amends.

"Your surname is Wang?" Mo Chen heard Wang Li speak, and immediately felt a little familiar, and remembered it after thinking about it a little.

Before, he closed his eyes on the stone platform to recuperate, and there were two eight-layer warriors beside him who were polite to each other, and it seemed that one surnamed Chen and the other surnamed Wang were in their words.

"My name is Wang Li, didn't you listen to the people in the audience?" Wang Li was a little displeased, this young man didn't even know what his name was when he came to the stage, which made him feel a little despised by him.

"Well, I see. Mochen replied, then smiled at him and spoke.

"My name is Mochen, I'm very sorry, please step down. ”