Hearing that you can win money, there are gambling and non-gambling people's minds are lively, and those who have no money borrow money to bet.

After half an hour, the bet was completed, there were few people who pressed Mo Yanshan to win, and there were many people who pressed Di Feng to win, most of the bets were the villagers of Xiantao Village, although they were very grateful to Mo Yanshan, but their money was hard-won, only a few villagers of Xiantao Village pressed Mo Yanshan out of morality, but they all pressed not too much bit of money, Yu Yumo shot 50,000 Xuantie gold to win Di Feng, then Fan Cuishan also pressed 5,000 Xuantie gold to bet on Di Fengsheng, but Wu Ya, who did not speak, pressed 10,000 Xuantie gold to bet on Mo Yanshan to win. The two beauties in white pressed Di Fengsheng, each pressing a thousand Xuantie gold. There are also many passers-by who pass by here, and there is no shortage of pressure.

The shopkeeper said loudly: "After placing the bet, start the competition." ”

The crowd immediately retreated slowly, exhibiting a large circle.

The two looked at each other coldly.

Di Feng took a deep breath, he had just broken through the steps and entered the realm, and the blue aura was flooding around him, unleashing his most powerful White Tiger Fist.

I saw his fists slashing a few times in front of his chest, and a big white tiger with black stripes appeared in front of him, with a fierce face and a big mouth full of fangs, he pushed forward with both palms, and the fierce white tiger, with thick limbs, stepped through the void, and pounced on Mo Yanshan with the domineering spirit that was unique to me.

Di Feng was originally fat and strong, and he pounced on the white tiger together, and his weight alone could crush people, not to mention the powerful white tiger, Di Feng really had the capital to brag.

The famous and decent outer disciples are really extraordinary.

After these few months of cultivation, although Mo Yanshan has not broken through, his soul power has increased by more than one or two points, and his soul power's sensing ability has been greatly improved.

However, Di Feng is not comparable to Yu Tianbai, and he must deal with it carefully.

He immediately half-closed his eyes, trying to sense the reality of the White Tiger Fist and deduce the trajectory.

Mo Yanshan's body turned dripping and turning, dodging the attack of the white tiger, and the white tiger crashed into a peach tree behind him, and the trunk of the thick peach tree snapped with a "click".

Di Feng pounced and suddenly punched his lower left ribs, Mo Yanshan shrank back, avoided the edge, sensed that his left neck was a flaw, and threw a punch at his left neck.

Di Feng lowered his head to dodge, Mo Yanshan suddenly became alert, felt the danger of his right rib, and wanted to dodge, but his action was old, Di Feng's right hand changed from a fist to a claw, and he reversed upward, grabbing four not shallow blood marks on his right rib.

Mo Yanshan said: "This trick is good, come again." ”

Di Feng made another move, "White Tiger Whirling Claw," Mo Yanshan sensed that Di Feng's chest was about to leak a flaw, his right fist was sandwiched with powerful soul power, attacking his chest, Di Feng's body spun, his left fist rubbed the clothes in front of his chest and hit the air, Di Feng slammed a right hook, swept his little elbow joint, Mo Yanshan only felt that the joint was about to crack, and his left arm couldn't be raised for a while.

Di Feng stopped attacking and said, "There is only one right hand left, and you have already lost." ”

The people in the crowd who pressed Di Fengsheng all leaked happy smiles, and some people even shouted: "Mo Yanshan lost, Mo Yanshan lost." ”

The shopkeeper also frowned, if Mo Yanshan lost, he would lose a lot, because almost everyone pressed Mo Yanshan to win, and he only thought that Mo Yanshan could kill the demon beasts of the ground level, then there would be many villagers who mistakenly thought that Mo Yanshan would win and therefore suppressed Mo Yanshan.

Although Mo Yanshan was defeated, he didn't care about the shouts around him. He thought about it calmly, there was still a big gap in strength, it was not that the expected flaws were wrong, but his fist speed was too slow, Di Feng's flaws were fleeting, and the White Tiger Fist was weird and unpredictable, interlocking, and impenetrable. If this continues, there will be defeat. If he only defends and does not attack, perhaps with his powerful soul power, he can easily dodge Di Feng's White Tiger Fist, as long as he can be further familiar with his boxing skills, he can attack in advance when there is no flaw, and he may be able to succeed.

Mo Yanshan said: "Even one hand can still win you." After that, he carried the injured left hand on his back, leaving only one right hand to face the enemy, in fact, this hand could not exert strength, and it was a mistake to hang to the side, so he found a reason to carry it, deliberately angered Di Feng, and made Di Feng's mood mess up.

Facing the enemy with one hand, this tall appearance has the demeanor of a master.

There were a few girls in the crowd, staring at Mo Yanshan excitedly. Even Yu Yumo's eyes showed a hint of strangeness.

Di Feng said angrily: "Okay, uncle, I will cripple you today." ”

Mo Yanshan made a plan, so he resorted to willow leaves, only defending and not attacking.

Di Feng's white tiger fist was haunting and fierce, but Mo Yanshan shuttled through the fist shadow because of a weak and boneless loach, but there were still many times when the fist swept him, and his clothes were torn a few big holes.

The little demon squatted on Mo Yanshan's shoulder, jumped over, dodged Di Feng's attack, and refused to leave.

After Di Feng made more than a hundred moves, he ran out of tricks, so he changed his tricks and recombined to attack. The outer disciples mainly do chores, and the time for cultivation is limited, and it is estimated that this set of boxing is his most proud work.

Mo Yanshan gradually understood his moves, and Di Feng used a trick "White Tiger Looking at the Moon", his face and eyes looked up.

Mo Yanshan suddenly felt that his fat face was very easy to twitch, so he seized the opportunity in an instant, leaned over, avoided his attack, and suddenly slapped two big mouths on his fat face with his only remaining right hand.

Di Feng was taken aback, stepped back three feet, and spit out some blood and two big teeth.

The onlookers all leaked disbelieving eyes, what is the situation.

The white-clothed beauty on the roof said: "This kid doesn't seem to have much cultivation, but his ability to calculate is outstanding, he can support a hundred moves, and hurt Di Feng, if he cultivates soul power, I have never heard of anyone in the Flood Desolate Continent whose soul power can be so bullish in his realm." ”

Another woman in white said: "There is no answer yet, I expect that this kid's cleverness will not last long." ”

Yu Yumo next to him said: "This kid's exercises are cool, people are even cooler, the difference in strength is so big, and he can even hurt the opponent with one hand, if this kid surnamed Mo wins, it will definitely subvert my understanding of the exercises in the cultivation world." ”

Fan Cuishan said sourly: "What's so cool about this mountain boy, if you compare it to a famous disciple." ”

Yu Yu glanced at him and said: "I mean the truth, cool is cool, if this kid doesn't have a girlfriend, I'm willing to be his girlfriend." ”

Fan Cuishan's expression was shocked, and he said, "What you said is true, or you are angry with me." ”

Yu Yumo smiled: "Stingy!

Fan Cuishan grimaced at him. Then she smirked at him.

Di Feng looked at Mo Yanshan viciously, and let out a roar, raising his cultivation to the extreme, and his fist technique was full of momentum.

Mo Yanshan was afraid that he still had new moves before he could use them, so he just dodged, and after thirty moves, Di Feng still had those moves, but they were faster than before, and his strength was greater.

Di Feng made a move "White Tiger Flying Sky," he jumped on Mo Yanshan's head, his head and feet, and attacked Mo Yanshan's head violently, Mo Yanshan couldn't find a flaw, suddenly there was a flash in his brain, he dodged to the right quickly, and deliberately sold him a flaw, sure enough, as soon as Di Feng landed, he naturally used another trick "White Tiger Looking at the Moon", attacking the flaw under his left arm, Mo Yanshan felt that Di Feng's fat face was very easy to pump, and when he leaned over, he pumped his big mouth again.

This time the force was greater, Di Feng was pumped out, and his teeth flew more.

Di Feng was furious, shouted and rushed over, once again improving the strength of the White Tiger Fist, but because of his anger, his defense was full of loopholes, and every time he made a move, he was slapped by Mo Yanshan, and after making more than a dozen moves, he was slapped more than a dozen times, and the last slap pulled him out three zhang.

The onlookers leaked shocked eyes, this is the rhythm of losing, and the people who suppressed Di Fengsheng muttered in their hearts, regretting that they should not have pressed Di Fengsheng in the first place, and gave a lot of Xuantie gold in vain.

Di Feng stood firm, covered his swollen face like a pig's head, and said angrily: "Boy, look for death, try the uncle's big move "White Tiger Three Howls".