Mo Chen's purpose for participating in the martial arts discussion is twofold, one is to join the powerful Gu Hai Yunju, and the second is to confirm his strength, he has already learned the Junzi Sword, and he naturally doesn't want to miss it.

"That's right, I'm from the Fulonghua family, so naturally I can break my hands. Hua Ningxue said.

"Very well, since he has no intention of competing with you for the reputation of this first martial artist, it is better to fight with me and prove to me if your branch breaking hand can defeat his gentleman's sword. Mo Chen smiled, his eyes exuding a strong battle intent.

"You, why?" Hua Ningxue sneered, the black-clothed young man in front of him was too arrogant, seeing how many years he could practice martial arts at his age, he dared to speak out in front of him.

"With my sword. With a wave of his hand, Mo Chen's iconic ink-colored long sword was horizontal in front of him, exuding bursts of cold light, and the cold qi in his body moved slightly, and suddenly a strong cold killing intent erupted from Mo Chen's body, attracting the surrounding eyes to look sideways.

"Hmm, you are the rumored ink sword boy?" Hua Ningxue's eyes lit up, it turned out that the rumor that Wu Zi was defeated at the hands of a young swordsman was true.

"That's right, this is Mo Chen, a kendo genius who defeated me with a sword in the Tianxiang Building of the National Color a few days ago. Without waiting for Mo Chen to answer, Wu Zifeng spoke first, he saw Mo Chen draw his sword, for fear that he would fight Hua Ningxue now, so he quickly interjected.

"Kendo genius? I don't think so, but it's a character to be able to beat you. Hua Ningxue pursed her lips, turned to Mo Chen and said, "Sister, I have made a note of it, and I will look forward to your challenge." Putting down a cruel word, Hua Ningxue hurriedly turned around and left.

Although she didn't say it, but in fact, Hua Ningxue already had a trace of retreat in her heart in the face of Mo Chen's cold killing intent, she grew up in Fulong City since she was a child, and she had seen countless soldiers who had returned from the battlefield, although the ferocious aura on their bodies was strong, but it was far inferior to Mo Chen's cold killing intent like a forest cold killing intent on the verge of hell. However, although Hua Ningxue had a retreat in her heart, her arrogant temperament still made her unwilling to admit defeat, so she still had to say a hard word before leaving.

Seeing Hua Ningxue turn to leave, Wu Zifeng smiled at Mo Chen: "How is it, have you seen the taste of this cold and proud rose in Fulong City?"

Mo Chen put away his sword and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter to me whether the rose or the weed, all I care about is her broken branch hand." ”、

Wu Zifeng burst out laughing heartily when he heard this, and then said: "Brother Mo, you are really open-minded, you have offended such a beauty mercilessly, I am afraid that from now on, I don't know how many people will hate you." Don't you know that the ancients Yunwei women and villains are difficult to raise, and you offended her today, and you are not afraid of continuous trouble in the future?"

"People who can say this kind of thing must have been hurt by a woman, in my opinion, this flower condensation snow can't hurt me, but it's true that the villain is difficult to prevent, and it's the most tiring. Mo Chen said lightly, obviously in his eyes, Hua Ningxue was like a radish and cabbage, and he was not attractive to him.

"Well, that makes sense. Wu Zifeng nodded, but he agreed with Mo Chen's words very much.

Just as the two were talking, a crisp bell rang throughout the venue, not loud, but through the noisy conversation sound into everyone's ears, the field immediately fell silent, and everyone looked in the direction where the bell came from. 、

On the high platform, Wu Li nodded with satisfaction, put away the wooden bell in his hand, and said: "You have been waiting for a long time, the Jiucheng Martial Arts Conference will start immediately, before that, I believe everyone is very familiar with the rules of martial arts, but the old man still has to reiterate the rules, so as not to be clear to some friends who come from afar." ”

Subsequently, General Wu Li talked about the rules of martial arts in detail, and Mo Chen only understood the details of the rules after listening.

The martial arts began in the morning, and there were two phases in total. The first stage is a battle between young disciples, requiring that the age of the person on the stage must be less than twenty-five years old, so as not to appear a veteran martial artist of the ninth layer of the body to come to the stage and crush these young people, this stage is mainly to send fresh blood to the various sects.

The second stage is unlimited, and it will be the time for the veteran warriors to perform, and this stage is mainly to send mature warriors to the government and enhance the strength of the Hanhai Dynasty.

In the second stage, ten champions will be determined and will receive a large number of rewards provided by the government.

After the rules were finished, Wu Li immediately said: "The martial arts have begun, and ten defenders have come to the stage!"

With Wu Li's last shout, ten black-clothed swordsmen jumped up in the arena and stepped into the ring. These ten people are the martial artists of the fifth layer of the body selected from the official mansion, and their purpose is to throw bricks and attract jade.

Sure enough, as soon as the ten swordsmen took the stage, several young people also jumped on the high platform to challenge them, and after the two sides clasped their fists, they then fought together.

Mo Chen looked at the stands, all of them were people who wrote the fifth or sixth floors of the building, which really couldn't arouse his interest, and he felt a little bored for a while, but the crowd gathered outside the arena to watch the excitement all let out bursts of exclamations with the fierce battle in the ring, and it seemed that the scene was very lively.

Wu Zifeng was also not interested in the current fight in the ring, he opened his mouth and said to Mo Chen: "Let's go, Brother Mo, let's go to the sideline rest area to talk again, here is for them to show themselves first, with your and my strength, it's too early to take the stage now." ”

Mochen nodded in agreement, and then the two of them left the ring and went to a rest area on the edge of the ring.

The lounge area is a specially set up area, where there are a few simple tables and chairs in the morning, and there is also free good tea for warriors like them who will not appear for a while.

The two of them casually found a place where no one sat down, Mo Chen looked around, and found that there were still a few people sitting here drinking tea, when he passed by, he secretly swept it with his mental power, and found that they were all strong people above the eighth floor of the building, and they all seemed to be the same as themselves, and they were not interested in the current battle on the stage, so they chose to drink tea here to pass the time.

Seeing the two of them seated, someone next to them immediately poured two cups of hot tea and brought them up.

"After all, he is the young city lord of Dihai City, and his treatment is really different. Ink dust joked.

"I said Brother Mo, don't laugh at me, what's the use of the title of Young City Lord of Dihai City, do you think I can still be powerful under my father's discipline?" Wu Zifeng smiled bitterly, his father is Wu Siqian, this is a source that others can't ask for, but for him, it is hard to say.

Since he was a child, he grew up under the strict discipline of his father, whether it was reading or practicing martial arts, Wu Siqian had very high requirements for him, he was forced to go out in the study at the age when other people's children were playing, and he was not allowed to fall behind after learning martial arts.

Mo Chen nodded, this kind of harsh approach is also in line with Wu Siqian's character, but it is inevitably a little too harsh and not a desirable way.