Chapter 13: Competition

"Okay, thank you. ”

Mo Lingxuan took the purple gold card and said indifferently.

The 'Undefeated King Fist' was worthless to him, but it was extremely precious to the 'Savage Land' of the Northern Regions, and it was not surprising that Shen Cang would have such a reaction.

"Daddy... This fragment martial art, is it worth your excitement so much? No matter how strong it is, it can still be stronger than our Northern Regions Divine Pavilion's Saint Yao Seven Slashes?"

Shen Qiuling's pretty face was full of disbelief, she felt that her father was simply crazy, because of the young man in front of her.

Even when it comes to those big people in the Northern Regions, his father has never had such an attitude.

"The Seven Slashes of Saint Yao are only mid-grade at the Xuan level, and they are far inferior to this Undefeated King Fist. ”

Shen Cang shook his head and said, holding the paper inkstone in the palm of his hand, as if he had not yet recovered from the joy of obtaining the peerless martial arts.

"Impossible, this is just a fragment of martial arts, how can it be above the middle grade of the Xuan level?"

Shen Qiuling still didn't believe it, her beautiful eyes stared at Mo Lingxuan, and she lightly opened her lips and said, "My Saint Yao Seven Slash is only a small achievement of cultivating to the third slash, but you can also know the truth if you use the Undefeated King Fist to learn from my Saint Yao Seven Slash." ”

Mo Lingxuan looked like she was the same generation, so Shen Qiuling thought that no matter how powerful the other party was, he should be at most comparable to her, in this case, she would like to try whether the grade of this fragmentary martial art was true or false, so that her father could see it clearly.

"Not interested. ”

However, Mo Lingxuan responded lazily, in his opinion, this Shen Qiuling and Yue Shiyan are both little girls, so he is too lazy to play these boring tricks with them.

"You're not interested, Miss Ben is interested. ”

However, Shen Qiuling didn't seem to be about to give up, and Qianying rushed towards Mo Lingxuan in an instant, and there was also a strong True Yuan fluctuation in it, which was the realm of the late stage of the Shentai Realm.

"Qiu Ling, nonsense!"

Seeing this, Shen Cang's face suddenly became gloomy, Mo Lingxuan was a character that even he couldn't see through... His daughter also took the initiative to test him, in case she angered the other party, the gain would outweigh the loss.

"It's okay, I won't hurt her. ”

Just as Shen Cang was about to make a move to stop him, Mo Lingxuan's indifferent voice rang out, making him stop for the time being. However, he still did not let his guard down and was always ready.

After all, he had just met Mo Lingxuan for the first time, and he didn't know what Mo Lingxuan's temperament was.

"Hmph, arrogant fellow. ”

Shen Qiuling snorted coldly, her embroidered eyebrows furrowed, she was also the daughter of Tianjiao, who was famous in the Northern Regions, and she had reached the realm of the late stage of the Shentai Realm at the age of eighteen.

But it was the first time that he was so despised by his peers.

As soon as she thought of this, the momentum on Shen Qiuling's delicate body suddenly became fierce, and the true yuan as thin as a gossamer lingered around her body, converging into a pair of sharp silver-white wings at an imperceptible terrifying speed, like a killing weapon, which made people's hearts palpitate.

This pair of Zhenyuan wings is the effect of the Xuan-level martial art of the Seven Slashes of the Holy Yao, each slash is extremely sharp, and the power is multiplied, cultivating to the fullest, and the seven slashes are down, and no one in the same realm can stop it!

"Stinky guy, be careful. ”

Before he was about to launch an offensive, Shen Qiuling reminded him, after all, this was a competition, not a life-and-death battle.

"I... It doesn't stink, does it?"

Mo Lingxuan's face was a little weird, and he looked at himself, he had just bathed before he came, how could it stink?

"You... Go to hell. ”

Shen Qiuling stumbled, almost being angry to death, her delicate body trembled, and the snow peak in front of her fluctuated for a while, and her breath seemed to be a little unstable.

Who really discussed the question of whether it stinks or not? This guy is still so indifferent when he treats his 'fierce rival', how much does he ignore her!

"Uh..."

Mo Lingxuan was helpless, he only felt that a woman's heart was a needle under the sea, and he couldn't guess what people were thinking in the next moment.

"Buzz..."

But in the next moment, the true yuan momentum on Mo Lingxuan's body also surged, since this girl's intention was to fight, then she might as well play with her.

Closing his eyes slightly, the mental method of the undefeated Wang Fist flew through Mo Lingxuan's mind.

When he opened his eyes again, Mo Lingxuan threw out a punch, this punch contained an endless royal breath, suppressing all directions, domineering and incomparable!

This is the Undefeated King Fist, although he has never participated in it, but for Mo Lingxuan, this level of martial arts, it only takes a moment to practice.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the phantom of the King Fist and the True Yuan Silver Wing collided fiercely, and the surging True Yuan shook out towards the entire hall, if it wasn't for Shen Cang's move to block the aftermath, this apse would probably collapse.

The terrifying collision was fleeting, and the shadow of the fist did not dissipate, but the silver wings were blown away.

Shen Qiuling's delicate body stepped back again and again, rubbing her sore fragrant shoulders, a little incredulous.

"The condensation of the true element is insufficient, and it needs to be strengthened. ”

Mo Lingxuan dispersed his fist shadow, stood with his hands in his hands, and said indifferently, in just one confrontation, he could see the shortcomings of Shen Qiuling's martial arts.

"Hmph, nonsense, I haven't used all my strength yet, and I'll do a second slash. ”

Shen Qiuling snorted, her delicate body jumped up, and the silver wings slashed down again with the momentum of diving.

This is the second of the Seven Slashes of the Holy Yao, and it is even more powerful.

"Woooo

However, when Shen Qiuling's silver wings were cut down, she found that Mo Lingxuan's figure had long disappeared and appeared behind her.

"Flashy, martial arts, are for fighting, not for good looks. ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lingxuan slammed out a palm, this palm was incomparably terrifying, and it was unavoidable, so that Shen Qiuling's snow-white forehead couldn't help but have a trace of sweat.

Even, let her feel a ray of threat of death.

This unprecedented terrifying feeling made Shen Qiuling stunned, as if he was ready to die.

However, this feeling was only for a moment, and then she felt Mo Lingxuan's palm, pressed against her back, and gently pushed him out.

"In the face of the enemy, even if you are defeated, you must not wait for death!"

Mo Lingxuan's indifferent voice alerted Shen Qiuling, and her beautiful eyes became firm again, and she slashed at Mo Lingxuan for the third time.

However, he saw that Mo Lingxuan just raised one hand and took the third chop hard.

This scene made Shen Qiuling's beautiful eyes tremble fiercely, and she felt extremely depressed, her most powerful martial arts was like a joke in front of this mysterious young man.

"This holy Yao seven slashes should be done in one go, and the seven slashes should be taken down in a row. In addition to condensing the wings, Zhenyuan also needs to be added to his feet, otherwise the speed is not as fast, and these seven slashes will not hurt others at all. ”

Mo Lingxuan said again, pointing out the shortcomings and points of this Saint Yao Seven Slash.

Suddenly, Shen Cang's eyes, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, burst into a different kind of edge, and he found that this young man was not only unfathomable in strength, but also had a very unfathomable understanding of martial arts!