The cold wind was howling, and in the trial arena, heha roared one after another, his fists and feet were added, the dust was flying, and the crowd was boiling.

The other battles were all similar in strength, and the fights were exciting and intense, only on Wei Mo's side, it was almost a battle that could be done with one punch.

"Brother Lie, come on! Brother Lie, come on!"

Sporadic cheers came from the corners, gradually connecting into one another, one after another.

Qin'er was anxious from a high place, and hurriedly waved her little fist and shouted loudly: "Young Master Mo, come on!"

Her crisp and loud voice became a unique and beautiful interlude, but unfortunately, this beautiful note was quickly drowned out by the sea of sound.

Wei Dinglie didn't expect that everyone would support him so one-sidedly, and he was both moved and sorry. This is a little too unfair to Wei Mo.

The miscellaneous thoughts did not stop his steps and fists, and with a whirl, like a gust of wind, he had rushed to Wei Mo. The fist is about to hit the opponent's door.

"Wait!" At this moment, Wei Mo suddenly stretched out his hand and waved.

Ga!

Wei Dinglie braked sharply and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

With such a rapid fist speed, he actually retracted and released freely, which caused another round of applause. In the applause, there was no shortage of derogatory words against Wemo.

"This Wei Mo, if you don't dare to fight, you just admit defeat, what's the point of drinking like this?"

"That is, procrastination is not the solution, no matter how much the sheep delay, sooner or later they will fall into the tiger's mouth. ”

"It's ridiculous!How can the patriarch have such a son? Shame~"

But at this moment, Wei Dinglie didn't care about this, because Wei Mo's next actions and words made his jaw almost drop.

"Brother Lie, your punch is indeed powerful, but wouldn't it be better if you cut in from this angle instead of going straight ahead?"

Wei Mo said with a serious expression, and stepped forward to raise Wei Dinglie's fist, first comparing it to his previous momentum, and then took another half step, standing behind his side. Holding his fist, he tilted it a little.

Wei Dinglie was stunned for a moment, first felt unhappy, and said secretly: "The competition is the competition, why is this product so procrastinated?"

He was reluctant to be at the mercy of Wei Mo, but when Wei Mo smiled and returned to his original position, Wei Dinglie suddenly discovered the mystery.

If he had rushed straight through just now, he would have been able to hit the door straight at the door and knock it away. Wei Mo will definitely dodge, but his next step has already been calculated, and within three moves, force him out of the circle.

However, all this is Wei Dinglie's prediction, and the forecast is always much more optimistic. And the angle that Wei Mo changed for him could solve the problem with one move.

Just a little angle, the force and the point of landing are completely different. Wei Dinglie looked at his fist in shock, and then at Wei Mo. The other party smiled at him, squeezed his eyes, and his eyebrows were like crescents.

Around the stands, there was a cheering boo, of course, all of them came for Wei Mo.

"Wei Mo, can you do it, don't dare to take the move, get out quickly, don't waste everyone's time!"

"If you meet the kind-hearted Brother Lie, you are lucky. If I had it, I would have kicked you to death!"

"Shhh, don't be so loud, after all, he is the son of the patriarch!"

"Well, the patriarch lacks his son!"

Wei Tianyang heard all the voices in the audience clearly, and his face was so gloomy that he could wring out water.

Lin Tianhu smiled: "Hehe, this is the eldest nephew......?" Like a person. ”

Wei Tianyang clenched his fists, and was about to have a seizure, but when he saw a figure, he quickly swept past him and rushed to Lin Tianhu.

Lin Tianhu was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to resist, snapping, but the person who came slapped his arm with two palms and hung down. Then he grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground, thudging him face down.

Wei Tianlin stepped on the back of his hand and said coldly: "No matter how bad Wei Mo is, it is also the blood of our old Wei family, let Lao Tzu hear your nonsense, and directly throw it back to the Lin family for you, believe it or not?"

"Wei Tianlin, you are so bold, the person who came is a guest, this is what you said!" Lin Tianhu knew that he was not Wei Tianlin's opponent, and shouted hurriedly.

No one answered, it was Lin Tianxiu, and his face was also very ugly. This cousin is too self-talking. After all, Wei Mo is Wei Tianyang's son, even if he is despised by a dog of the Wei family, he will not allow outsiders to put his beak on it.

She felt sorry for her brother, but she also knew that she married into the Wei family and was already a member of the Wei family. So this distress can only be hidden in the bottom of my heart.

No one broke the siege on the stage, Wei Tianlin took the opportunity to step on two feet, and then gave up.

The high platform covers the eyes, and the stands on three sides below, no one in the Wei family knows what happened. Everyone is booing, booing constantly. But in the circle, Wei Dinglie's mood has changed drastically.

In the short time of arguing on the stage, Wei Dinglie made three more moves, but they were all the same as the first move, and all the moves were stopped and instructed by Wei Mo.

Wei Dinglie went from impatience at the beginning, to surprise, to deep thought, and then to gratitude. By the time of the fifth form, his face was so red that he couldn't punch anymore in shame.

All of Wemo's pointings, word for word, pointed out his flaws with great accuracy. He believed that as long as Wei Mo was willing to move his little finger, he could defeat him.

The fine beads of sweat had unconsciously soaked through Wei Dinglie's clothes. The cold wind blew, and the soaked clothes were clinging to the body, extremely cold.

It's ridiculous that those spectators don't know the situation at all, and they dare to point out the country indiscriminately. He was upset for Wei Mo, and at the same time deeply shocked.

Didn't Wei Mo get injured again before? I heard that the martial vein was damaged, and he was almost unable to participate in the trial, but now?

Not only him, but also the recorder next to him closed his mouth in shock, and by the time he reached the fifth yawn, he didn't dare to yawn anymore.

Where is Wei Mo's martial arts competition, he is simply teaching his disciples to cultivate!

I believe that Wei Dinglie will definitely benefit a lot from this battle, and it is definitely not comparable to some false names on the surface.

Wei Mo grinned and said, "Okay, now you can start the official beginning." ”

Wei Dinglie was ashamed, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Mo, I lost, I don't dare to fight again." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and walked out of the circle, and the boos around him stopped abruptly, and everyone was extremely stunned, for some reason.

The recorder paused for a moment and raised Wei Mo's arm: "Young Master Mo wins!"

There was still a dead silence all around, including the people in the Gaotai Hua Pavilion, who were also quite surprised.

Only a surprised voice came from the height of the west stand: "Young Master Mo, I knew you could win!"

Qin'er cheered, holding back the pain, and yelled at Wei Mo. The cold wind couldn't tear her voice, and that crisp voice, like a snow spirit in the wind, kept echoing over the proving ground.