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The eyes of the boys and girls looked respectfully at Mo Yan and the elders behind him. In the end, they fixed their eyes on the last stranger and the two girls.

The boys mainly look at Mo Xi and Mo Ling, and the girls naturally stare at the strangers.

The square is divided into two areas, on one side is the jousting area, where there is only a large boxy ring with a length and width of two hundred meters. On the other side is the spectator seats, the spectator stands are on the high side, there are more than a dozen tables, the top two, and the rest are sitting opposite each other.

Drinks and snacks were already prepared on the table, and a maid stood behind each table.

Mo Yan walked to the top stand and chose the table on the right to sit down. All the elders also humbly took their seats at the table below.

Mo Hai and Mo Jiang sat left and right in front of the table closest to Mo Yan below, but no one sat on the table on Mo Yan's left.

The boys, girls, and strangers in the square were all a little puzzled. But the people sitting down talked and laughed with natural expressions, and they must have known something.

Strange and Moxi Moling are juniors, and they can't sit at the same table with their elders out of etiquette. And when she just came over, Mo Xi told the stranger that her father asked them to participate in this year's martial arts competition, and they would have to compete later.

The strange took the wine jug of the maid behind Mo Yan, personally poured a glass of wine for Mo Yan, motioned for the maid to leave, and stood behind Mo Yan.

After sitting for a while, counting the hours, and glancing at the sky in the distance, Mo Yan nodded at the square.

On the edge of the ring in the square, a young man wearing armor and exuding a murderous aura bowed to Mo Yan. Then he said in a deep voice: "The martial arts tournament has officially begun!"

The young man took out a yellow roster and read: "In the first game, Mowen will fight Mohu." ”

As the name was called, two teenagers came out of the crowd, one was dressed in white and had a face like Si Wenwen, and he was holding a ruler in his hand, he was Mowen. The other is a big man with a tiger's back and a muscular body, he is Mohu. He also had a heavy iron axe in his hand. Visually, the axe weighs at least two hundred pounds.

Seeing this scene, everyone was in an uproar. The two sides seem to be so far apart, how can this compare?

In the stands, an old man wearing a sackcloth vest and a beard said with a smile: "Haha~ Ask the old man, you are really willing to let your grandson compete on stage, just his small body with thin arms and legs don't make my tiger cry." ”

After saying that, he laughed proudly again.

In the stands opposite him, an old man in a white power suit took a leisurely sip of tea, closed his eyes and savored it for a while before he said slowly: "The competition does not rely on brute force but on true qi and brain, you have cultivated your grandson into a big fool with muscles in his head like you, and you still want to win against my grandson?"

"You!"

The old man in sackcloth pointed at the old man with angry eyes, and was about to get angry, but was persuaded by the people on both sides.

In the ring, Mo Hu also looked at Mo Wen, and then said with some disdain: "With your small body, you can't even withstand my punch, I think you should admit defeat as soon as possible." ”

Mowen stood in place, unmoved. glanced at Mohu and whispered, "Silly big one." ”

Puff~

Everyone in the ring couldn't help laughing, and some couldn't help laughing. The tone of these two pairs of grandchildren is really very similar.

Mo Ling in the stands had already laughed. Even Mo Xi had a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, Mo Hu's muscles tightened when he heard this, and he made a clicking sound. looked at Mo Wen with a dangerous look in his eyes, "You brought this on yourself." ”

The young man standing on the edge of the ring waved his hand and shouted loudly: "The competition is open. . . ”

"Hehehehe~" Before the words were finished, a laugh came from the distant sky.

"Lord Mocheng, the old man is not late, is he?"

An invisible coercion suddenly pressed on the sky above Mofu, and the expressions of the soldiers in Mofu changed greatly, and they all picked up their weapons and ran towards the square.

I saw a figure in the air flash, and three figures appeared in front of everyone's eyes out of thin air.

The heavy aura like a mountain emanating from the figure in the middle could be felt that the person who came turned out to be a martial king!

Feeling the oppressive aura on his body, the unfamiliar brows were also solemnly wrinkled.

Only then did everyone see clearly that it was an old man with a crane hair and a childish face who spoke. After the old man appeared, he quickly withdrew his breath.

The old man had a friendly smile on his face, and on his left and on his right stood a man and a woman.

The two of them look the same size as strangers when they are old. Standing behind the old man and looking at the people in the audience, both of them had a little disdain and arrogance on their faces.

The stranger standing behind Mo Yan looked at the two of them with interest, these two people were not bad-looking, the male eyebrows were beautiful, and the female was pretty and lovely. Moreover, their cultivation has actually reached the four-star martial artist. And the girl is still at the peak of the four-star state.

Mo Yan was very happy to see this person, stood up and said with a smile: "It's my honor for Dong Lao to come, where can I say that I am late." ”

The old man landed on the stand with the two of them, saw Mo Hai and Mo Jiang in the first place, and said hello: "Hai Lao, Jiang Lao, we haven't seen each other for a while." ”

Mo Hai and Mo Jiang were obviously very familiar with the comers, and Mo Hai smiled happily: "I haven't seen you for many years, but you old guy is much older than before." ”

The old man said abruptly: "Time is not forgiving, people will grow old after all." ”

Mo Jiang pointed to the empty platform on the left and said, "If you have anything to say, sit down and talk slowly, don't stand." ”

Seeing that this person was very familiar with the mansion master and others, the soldiers who rushed around him breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man Hefa hugged his fists around and said apologetically: "I didn't take back my breath in time, which disturbed you, and the old man is sorry here." After speaking, he sat down at the table next to Mo Yan.

Mo Hai waved his hand: "It's such a trivial matter, you don't have to care, come, let's have a drink first." ”

After speaking, Mo Hai picked up the wine glass and toasted with the old man.

"Sheng'er, Xi'er, Ling'er, come here. ”

In the free time of chatting, Mo Yan shouted to the three people behind him.

The three of them walked to Mo Yan's side.

"This is the elder of Nanli Academy, Winter, you are called Dong Lao. ”

It's the first time I've heard the name from the south of the academy.

"Winter old. Despite the doubts in his heart, the stranger shouted politely.

"These three are Ling Gongzi and Ling's daughter, they are really talented women. Yan Dong said with a smile. Yan Dong carefully observed the stranger, and couldn't help nodding in appreciation: "Sure enough, it's a hero who is a young man, but the Lord of Mocheng has a good son." ”

The strange smiled politely: "Dong Lao praised it." ”

Mo Yan looked at the men and women behind Yan Dong, "The two little guys brought by Dong Lao are not bad, they are still young but they already have the cultivation of a four-star martial artist, and their future is immeasurable." ”

The two politely saluted Mo Yan.

"Kid tensor. ”

"The little girl Shangguan Landie. ”

"I've seen Uncle Mo Yan, Uncle Mo Hai, and Uncle Mo Jiang. The two said in unison.

Mo Yan and the others all smiled and nodded.

Before coming, Yan Dong had mentioned to them that the city lord of Mocheng was a martial king with a higher cultivation level than him, and Mo Jiang and Mo Hai were his very good friends, so they naturally didn't dare to be rude.

Yan Dong pointed to Zhang Liang and said, "These two are my new disciples this year, and I will bring them out to see the world today." ”

Mo Yan said helplessly: "Don't make fun of me, Dong Lao, how can these young descendants of the Mo family compare with your two apprentices." ”

Yan Dong glanced at the stranger, shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily. ”

Because of the arrival of winter, the competition in the square has not yet begun. Mo Wen and Mo Hu in the ring were also watching Mo Yan and them talking.

Yan Dong and Mo Yan shushed a few more words, and Mo Yan said: "Dong Lao, the people in the square are in a hurry, let's watch the game first." ”

Mo Hai also said suddenly: "Patronize and be happy, forget that there is still a competition, old guy, see if there is anything you can see in our Mo juniors." ”

Yan Dong nodded, and everyone turned their attention to the ring.

Mo Yan looked at the ring and said in person: "The competition begins!"