This scene on the water mirror array is really incredible.

A waste that has been destroyed again and again, and the martial arts, can actually repel the genius young master with one punch?

Wei Mo was still screaming in pain, but Wei Dinghai looked at him fixedly, and sneered in his heart: "I see, the first order and the fourth level, I understand." ”

At this time, I don't know who in the stands can see the clue, and said loudly: "Hai Shao is so smart, this trick is deliberately weak, just to test the enemy's reality." Wait, that kid is going to be out of luck!"

In fact, they are not loyal to anyone, within the Wei family, obey and worship the strong and powerful, which is a consistent criterion. Looking at the entire Galaxy Continent, why is this not the case?

"Sizzle~" Wei Mo's left hand quickly rubbed his right hand, feeling better.

Over there, Wei Dinghai had already regrouped, his steel-like body stood in the cold wind, covered with sunlight, and his blue hairband fluttered in the wind, looking so heroic and majestic.

"I don't even need to use the jade to deal with you!" he said coldly, "Wei Mo, take it!"

The two fists were clenched fiercely, crackling, and the dense friction of the bone joints exploded throughout the audience.

The howling wind blew through the ring, driving their clothes to flutter, and Wei Dinghai's body was stirring with mysterious power, and his muscles could be faintly seen through his clothes, as hard as rocks.

Wei Mo grinned: "Come on, what if you don't accept the offer?" looked helpless, like facing an ignorant little brother, he had to be perfunctory.

This angered Wei Dinghai even more, and he rushed forward with his left foot, kicked hard with his right foot, and tried his best to rush forward. The whole person was like thunder and lightning, and at a speed three or four times faster than just now, he rushed towards Wei Mo fiercely.

The same move, but faster and more powerful. At that moment, Wei Mo felt that it was not his younger brother Wei Dinghai who was rushing to his face, but a fierce demonic beast.

Time was in a hurry, Wei Dinghai didn't give Wei Mo a chance to think at all, and his fist had already reached the tip of his nose. The strong fist wind was mixed with the cold air, and Wei Mo only felt that the bridge of his nose was about to shatter, and the cold wind cut his face like a knife. He subconsciously closed his eyes, his lips trembling.

Wei Dinghai stopped, stared at him coldly, smiled contemptuously, and grazed the tip of Wei Mo's nose with his fist, striking next to his temple.

Tong!

The air exploded, and Veemo's ears buzzed.

"I'll have to enjoy such a fun toy, wouldn't it be boring to beat you so early?" Wei Dinghai said quickly and contemptuously in his ear, in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Hiss~ Why are you so verbose?" Wei Mo frowned.

Before his words landed, Wei Dinghai had already hula away, leaving only a cold wind around him. And his body was spun around half a circle by this force, dizzy and embarrassed.

Next, this ring competition turned into Wei Dinghai's private stage.

A set of iron and stone fists was vividly interpreted by him, flawless, like an optimus made of fine iron, and like a boulder coming from deep space. The majestic momentum, the majestic power, the seamless connection between the moves, the tall and handsome posture, at this moment, is in everyone's hearts, burning a deep imprint.

The audience cheered and applauded.

On the high platform, the elders of the Wei family also looked at it with bright eyes, and praised one after another: "Dinghai, this child, will definitely have a great future in the future!"

"Perhaps, the first title of our Wei family will be obtained by him!"

Title is something that all martial cultivators and spiritual cultivators in the Galaxy Continent yearn for. It brings strength, power, and the glory of the warrior.

"Hahaha, do you see, this is my nephew!" Lin Tianhu laughed even more proudly. He looked at his cousin with a smile, and Lin Tianxiu was also flushed and happy. But at the same time, she also wondered, wasn't Wei Mo's martial veins poisoned......? It's weird.

A faint uneasiness was buried in her heart.

Wei Baizhou was also very happy, that was his grandson. But while he was happy, he was also worried about his other grandson.

Both are young people, and juvenile enthusiasm is both an advantage and a fatal disadvantage. He stroked his beard and looked at the back of his son in front of him.

Wei Tianyang's heart was like a knife, worried about Wei Mo, and at the same time happy for Wei Dinghai, he regretted: "If I hadn't compromised with my family at the beginning, I wouldn't have such an embarrassing situation today." Alas~"

I can only sigh a long time.

The audience in the stands was almost crazy, and how many children of the Wei family got up from their seats and followed Wei Dinghai to practice iron and stone fists.

It's the best example, much more incisive than what a coach usually teaches. While everyone fell into madness, Qin'er also fell into unprecedented anxiety.

She watched Wei Mo fall into the sea of fists, leaving Wei Dinghai's afterimage everywhere in the ring, almost enveloping Wei Mo completely. The shadow of the fist flew, and from a distance, Qin'er seemed to be able to feel the pain of the sharp fist wind.

She didn't dare to imagine what kind of mentality Wei Mo was using to persist in the ring.

Wei Dinghai, he was not only competing, but also humiliating Wei Mo and playing a game of cat and mouse with him. They trapped the rats in the house, caught and released them, and when they got tired of playing, they disemboweled, and watched them die in agony.

Qin'er clenched her fists, and suddenly felt a blockage in her chest, and she couldn't breathe. Dizzy, with stars in her eyes, and a trace of black blood pouring out of the corner of her mouth.

"Young Master~" She was heartbroken, and she couldn't wait to rush to the stage and bear all this for Wei Mo.

In the ring, Wei Dinghai's figure has been mixed. Except for the powerful elders on the high platform, no one can tell which is the real him and which is the illusory shadow.

Punch after punch, lap after lap, he used Wei Mo as the starting point, and within three feet of him, he set off a raging wave.

In the crazy fist wind, dense toms, and the sound of war drums like raindrops, thousands of troops and horses flocked to it.

At that moment, Wei Mo felt that the skin of his whole body was not tingling. Wei Dinghai's fist style formed invisible needles, light or heavy, and pierced his body.

The powerful occult force formed an oppressive force, squeezing him from side to side. The floor was even more exaggerated, driving with Wei Dinghai's footsteps, forming a perfect circle. After a few laps, Wei Mo suddenly found that the floor was stepped out of a deep orbit by Wei Dinghai, and he seemed to be standing on an isolated island.

Alas, this is a martial arts competition after all, even if you lose, you can't lose too embarrassingly, right? Wei Mo shook his head and sighed, symbolically reaching out and scratching a few times. This made the audience laugh and go crazy even more, what was Wei Mo doing?

"Arm blocking the car!" Wei Dinghai sneered.

The shadow of the fist flying in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the audience was silent, everyone knew that the last moment was coming. They stared nervously at the water mirror array, refusing to let go of Wei Dinghai's every move.

Wei Dinghai's black hair fluttered in the wind, I saw him take a deep breath, his abdomen bulged high, and then with a long roar, the Xuan Li in the martial veins surged out, raised his right fist, and slammed it to the ground.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the floor under his fist was intact, but the isolated island beneath Wei Mo's feet made a dense clicking sound. Before Wei Mo could react, the others suddenly disappeared with the isolated island.

In the ring, a man-sized hole suddenly appeared, and Wei Mo actually fell from the hole.