"But I just don't want to give up, what should I do? Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mo Yan fanned the folding fan in his hand, but he didn't mean to move his buttocks.

The shopkeeper suddenly looked difficult and said with a smile: "Objective...... As you know, the person below is a member of the Sanctuary of Fire, and it is said that he is a contestant in this year's World Martial Arts. I'm waiting for the little people, it's better not to get into trouble. ”

In the world of martial arts, all regions have sent people to participate in the competition. Among them, there are five people in the north, and the west is occupied by the banshee, and the quota is canceled. Ten in the south, twenty in the east, and fifty in the center.

But this is not as good as the contestants of the Holy Soul Temple, which as a separate region, directly has sixty places!

When Mo Yan heard that the person below was the contestant of this big competition, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he became even more interested.

At this time, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and someone walked up the wooden ladder.

Several people came to Mo Yan's box and pushed the door in.

The leader was fair-skinned, with a flame carved on his forehead, and stood with his hands in his hands. As soon as he entered, he looked around and said with satisfaction: "It's a good place, you can see the view from the window, and you can look up at the whole city." ”

He was followed by a group of teenagers in similar uniforms, all of whom were not very old, and their faces were full of youthful energy.

This group of people hadn't looked at Mo Yan and Dian Xiaoer since they came in, and they seemed to treat them as air.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile: "Young Master Mang is so interested, I'll clean it up, wait a few moments." ”

Mo Yan snapped the folding fan at this time, and said in a weird way: "This is obviously the first thing I packed, why, now you have to drive people away for no reason, you are a big bully?" ”

Only then did these young men in red robes notice Mo Yan sitting by the window.

The young man with the flame pattern on his forehead frowned, and said lightly, "Who are you?" ”

This young man has a habit of not liking noise when eating, so he will make the move of driving people to take over the entire restaurant.

Mo Yan raised his head and said proudly: "Under the surname Mo, a single name is a derivative character." ”

He turned into a contestant at the moment, using his real name, anyway, no one in this world knows him, or the original name makes him a little familiar.

"Mo Yan?" After Mang's son repeated it a few times, he shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

At this time, the others suddenly showed dissatisfaction, and muttered: "Where did the wild boy come from, just blast it out." ”

Originally, they thought that Mo Yan must have an extraordinary background to be so fearless, but as a disciple of the Temple, they had never heard of the other party's name at all, and now everyone began to act unscrupulously.

"How do you want to get me away?" Mo Yan still didn't mean to get up, but looked at them with interest.

"Look for death!" The fiery young man in the Flame Temple rushed out, stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Yan's collar.

Syllable.

Mo Yan lightly hit the folding fan in his hand and knocked on his hand, and suddenly this person was like being stung by a bee, hugged his arm and screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground holding his right hand stubbornly, sweating profusely.

"Left, you're alright." The people behind exclaimed.

The man who was the leader of the group immediately glanced at the few people behind him, and then a faint green light began to burn around his body.

"Friend, if you dare to bully our Holy Soul Temple, stay for me today." This person just made a look at him and asked a few people on the periphery to go back and report to the elders in the hall to prevent accidents. And on his side, he directly sacrificed his martial soul and made preparations with both hands.

"Are you the parameter player of this year's palace competition?" Mo Yan didn't pay much attention to his provocation, but asked rhetorically.

"So what?" Mang Gongzi was puzzled.

"The legendary Holy Soul Hall is indeed bad enough, people like you can actually represent a temple in the competition." Mo Yan mocked mercilessly.

"You...... You bastard! Mang Gongzi was smoked by his angry seven orifices. His age was originally arrogant, how could he endure such ridicule, and at the moment materialized his natal martial soul, a fire phoenix that leaped and was reborn in the flames.

The fire phoenix burns the plain.

All the wooden equipment in the whole box began to burn, and the little guy immediately ran with his head in his hands, screaming for mercy as he ran.

The rest of the people also dispersed, with the attitude of watching the show.

A cold color flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, he didn't want to make trouble, but now that he had changed his mind, an idea came to his mind.

"Perhaps...... You can take advantage of it and take the opportunity to explore the reality of the Holy Soul Temple. "Mo Yan has naturally passed the age of jealousy, and what he does naturally has his own considerations.

The young man in front of him, who is known as Manggongzi, should have the realm of an eight-star soul master, and at his age, he can already be regarded as amazing, but in front of Mo Yan, a pervert, it is still not enough.

Tier 1 creatures can win against level zero creatures even if they slap their eyes closed.

"Go!!" Mang Gongzi chanted a strange spell in his mouth, and the fire phoenix in the room swooped over with a rolling heat wave, sweeping the sky.

If this Mang Gongzi encounters an opponent of his rank, he may have to escape through the window, and it is estimated that he will have to escape in embarrassment. After all, this room is cramped, and in the sea of fire, even if there are thousands of skills, it is not easy to perform.

However, it was Mo Yan who he encountered.

"Hehe, you're killing yourself." Mo Yan smiled, suddenly put away the folding fan, and then his figure flashed, and in the midst of everyone's stunned, he appeared strangely behind the young man, and then held the folding fan and hit him the back of the head.

Syllable.

A soft, dull sound rang out. That Mang Gongzi fell to the ground in response, without the slightest resistance.

The fire phoenix suddenly vanished, and there was no trace.

There was a burst of exclamations all around, and those people from the Flame Sanctuary hurriedly retreated, looking at Mo Yan like a strange person, and their hearts were terrified.

Mo Yan walked up to Mang Gongzi, stepped on his head, and then smiled mockingly at the crowd watching around: "I know that you have already sent someone to report to the temple, I won't go anywhere, just wait here." ”

As he spoke, the folding fan opened again. The fan shook violently in all directions, the wind howled, and the flames bubbling in the box were extinguished one after another.

The room was a mess, with black smoke billowing from everywhere.

Mo Yan found a clean place and sat down on his own in full view of everyone. It seems that he really has to wait for the people of the Flame Temple to come.

And the battle here naturally attracted the attention of everyone on the street. This restaurant is built on the street, and people come and go. The billowing smoke from the front of the room and the constant vision of people escaping from the restaurant naturally attracted a lot of onlookers.

This matter seems to have been deliberately made big by Mo Yan.