Mo Fan gave Jian Changkong enough time to rest, and on the martial arts field where there should have been a fierce battle, the two meditated and practiced back to back, very peaceful, and they didn't worry about the other party from behind.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but fall into confusion again, this Mo Qianqiu is really, it's okay to eat the whole family bucket during the knockout round, it's still like this in the semi-finals, I don't know if this is going to record a video?

Mo Fan ignored them, but took out the cold sound again and played another song.

The sound of the flute entered his ears, and Jian Changkong's body, which was originally relaxing and resting because of meditation, suddenly tensed, but he found that he had not fallen into an illusion, and his mental power slowly recovered himself, and his body relaxed again.

Mo Fan didn't pay attention to Jian Changkong anymore, but stood up and regarded the martial arts hall as his personal recital, playing the ancient music score by himself.

The auditorium gradually quieted down, and they all listened to the sound of his flute, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes tactful, sometimes low, this flute made everyone involuntarily sketch a scene of nature's vitality in their minds, and their impetuous hearts gradually entered.

Venerable Qianling, who was standing in the background, looked at Mo Fan and couldn't help but smile, this kid can!

The monks whose realm is similar to Mo Fan have felt the increase in their mental state, and the seniors whose realm is higher than Mo Fan, they don't pay much attention to Mo Fan's increase, but just listening to the performance is also a kind of enjoyment.

At the end of the song, in about five minutes, Jian Changkong came back to his senses, although he had not fully recovered his peak, but with the assistance of Mo Fan's flute, it was almost there.

"Is it okay?" Mo Fan asked.

Jian Changkong nodded, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from him.

Since the other party said that he only received and did not flash, there was no need for Jian Changkong to use a wooden sword, he took out his two-handed sword again, and after combining it into a spiritual weapon, he activated the sword heart.

Sword heart, in the words of ordinary people, that is, the realm of the unity of man and sword, the sword after launching the sword heart is in the sky, the waist pole stands straight, the sword is held in the right hand, and the momentum of the battle with the sky appears again.

Mo Fan was in full swing, his stick was clenched, his muscles were tense, and his spiritual power was already running in his body, in case the other party suddenly made a move.

Jian Changkong looked at Mo Fan silently, his eyes were not mixed with any emotion, he was cold and cold, not like a living person at all.

That look made Mo Fan sense of crisis, and for some reason he was in a trance, and the moment he came back to his senses in an instant, the other party was already in front of him.

The long sword stabbed towards the middle of Mo Fan's chest, the speed was amazingly fast, Mo Fan didn't have time to make any moves, and could only watch being beaten.

With a piercing, the sword Changkong put away the long sword and returned to the position he had stood in before, and some of the previous movements were completed in less than half a breath, but from his point of view, everything seemed to have never happened.

But looking at Mo Fan, he knew how powerful the sword was just now.

To be honest, this was the first time Mo Fan felt that the ink armor was the most useful moment, the long sword pierced his chest, but even the defense of the ink armor was not broken, he was simply "pushed" back a few meters by the impact.

Kenshin can't be used for too long, and the longer the time is used before it is thoroughly mastered, the easier it is to be taken over by Kenshin's ontological intent, and become an emotionless, cold-blooded person like a weapon.

Jian Changkong returned to his original appearance, looked at Mo Fan, and found that he was not a big problem except for being a little embarrassed.

Did you lose? Jian Changkong thought to himself, sure enough, Brother Mo, like Long Daoyou, is a perverted seed player in the monk world, and he can't afford to be provoked by a genius!

Mo Fan patted the smoke and dust on his body, walked up to the other party with a smile, and said, "Brother Changkong, I won this time!"

"I know!" Jian Changkong didn't intend to repay the debt, walked to the edge of the martial arts arena and jumped down gently, turned around and said the last sentence to Mo Fan: "Brother Mo, remember to have a dinner!"

"Okay!" replied Mo Fan.

Seeing the other party leave, Shushu walked onto the stage and declared his victory.

"Seniors in Shuxiu. Mo Fan shouted: "I want to directly challenge the next round of the competition, I don't know if I can?"

"Are you sure?" Shu Xiu's table didn't look like he was asking, he already knew that the other party would say that, just follow the process and go through it again.

"I'm sure!" Mo Fan nodded.

"I'm sending a staff member to ask if the other party is willing to schedule in advance, you wait here. Shu Xiu said, then walked to the side, called another staff member to say a few words, waited for about a few minutes, Shu Xiu's mobile phone sent a message, he glanced at it, and said to Mo Fan: "Start the game on time at eleven o'clock, don't be late!"

"Okay, thank you, senior!" Mo Fan had already predicted, Long Jingtian wanted to fight with him before, and now that he was finally able to put up the process, how could he refuse?

He stepped off the stage and hurriedly ran to find Qianyuxi and them.

There was still about half an hour before eleven o'clock, Mo Fan found Qian Yuxi, and asked her to follow him to Wanbao Pavilion first, first received the bonus, and then continued to bet.

Because the market has just opened, the odds gap between Mo Fan and Long Shocking is not large, but Mo Fan is still higher, 1.7:1.3.

Obviously, the evaluators of Wanbao Pavilion are not very optimistic about Mo Fan, but are optimistic about Long Jingtian, who has a prominent record.

Although he just won, the improper fighting style could not bring a sense of security to the gamblers, so most of the people still chose Long Jingtian, and a few, a few people voted for Mo Fan.

"Mo Fan, you have to come on! if I win this one, my top-grade spirit stone can be doubled again!" Qian Yuxi said with great interest.

"Don't worry, I can't lose!" Mo Fan swore that he was calm about these things that he had known the outcome for a long time, but at this moment, his calmness was pretended, and there was no other reason, Qian Yuxi's face was only two fists away from him.

Noticing that the cheeky Mo Fan's ears were a little red, Qian Yuxi asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ahem, yes, yes!" Mo Fan said along the topic.

"That's right, Yu Xi!" Mo Fan remembered what was going on and asked, "Have you ever watched the Dragon Shocking Match?"

Qian Yuxi thought seriously for a moment and replied: "It's very strong, no matter what the opponent is, all of them are killed in seconds with their physical bodies, which gives me the same feeling as seeing you." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Yuxi found that Mo Fan was looking at her with strange eyes, and there was still some resentment between her eyebrows.

(End of chapter)