The competition was in full swing, and there were two people in each circle. The teenagers were taller and taller than the other, their fists and feet were added, and the banging sound was incessant.

Such a warm atmosphere that even the cold was driven away a lot.

However, there is one circle that is very special.

Wei Mo heard his opponent making fun of him, and before he could get up, he raised his head and said, "Do you want to admit defeat?

With that, Wei Mo got up.

His opponent, the little fat man, rolled his eyes in anger: "You have a sick brain, I'm talking about you! I have to beat you flat today!"

The person in charge of recording the results was yawning.

Thump!

As soon as Wei Mo got up, he tripped over the grassroots and fell again. The little fat man laughed, simply clasped his hands around his chest, and stood on tiptoe to watch the excitement.

"Hmph, this idiot, when he crawls over, Lao Tzu will kick him away!" the little fat man secretly planned.

"Oops!" Wei Mo climbed very fast this time, but as soon as he landed, he actually stepped on a stone the size of a walnut.

This competition venue should be cleaned cleanly, why is it a grassroots and a broom, and now there is a stone?

Wei Mo's shoes were relatively thin, and this time he was in pain, holding his feet and jumping and screaming: "Pain, pain, pain!"

The little fat man sneered: "You are not only a waste, but also a broom star! I have never seen a ...... than you."

Before he could finish speaking, the little fat man saw Wei Mo jump and jump, and staggered at him.

Boom!

Wei Mo hit this time, and his strength was not small. The little fat man couldn't dodge, was knocked and staggered, and took three or five steps backwards.

"You!" he was furious, finally realizing that he was in a jousting competition, turning all the taunts and contempt for Wei Mo into fists and strength, ready to teach this guy a good lesson.

"Stop!" the recorder next to him was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly shouted.

The little fat man took a step, and he was stopped halfway. He turned around, glanced blankly, and asked, "Big brother, what's wrong?

"See for yourself!" said the man, pointing to the ground speechlessly.

The little fat man looked down and suddenly wanted to cry without tears. It turned out that the moment Wei Mo hit him just now, he actually knocked him out of the circle directly. According to the rules, if you get out of the circle, you will lose.

"Whoa, whoa, whoaa!" The little fat man is about to collapse, and he actually loses to a waste like this?

Before he went on the field, he boasted to his friends and family: "It's easy to deal with a waste without martial arts." Wait, I'll end the fight right away!"

Fortunately now, the battle was over immediately, but the ending was not what he wanted. Looking at the opponent again, he was still jumping with his feet in his hands, and he didn't even seem to know that the competition was over.

He looked at the recorder with tears in his eyes, his eyes full of begging: "Can you do it again?"

The recorder sighed helplessly: "I sympathize with you, but rules are rules. He waved his hand, and the little fat man turned away dejectedly.

After walking two steps, the little fat man turned around and glared at Wei Mo fiercely, swore a gambling curse, and when he turned back and walked back, the tears were already pouring out. After walking a few steps, I heard him cry loudly.

Wei Mo jumped for a long time holding his feet, and was pulled by someone: "Okay, don't jump, you won, hurry up and go to the lottery and prepare for the next one!"

"Ahh......h

To be honest, as the recorder of this scene, he was quite speechless.

Wei Mo limped off the field, and signed and drew lots, and when he saw it, he was happy, but he was still not red.

As soon as he finished drawing the lot, he heard a tsunami of cheers from the stands.

"Okay!"

"Nice punch!"

"It's really worthy of Young Master Dinghai, it's so exciting!"

Wei Mo glanced back, only to see that Wei Dinghai was punching his opponent. His opponent snorted, his waist arched like a shrimp, and flew straight out.

Wei Dinghai still pretended to deal with a few moves, and only then did he defeat this first-order double opponent with one punch.

The boy who was beaten off had a bruised nose and swollen face, and spat blood from his mouth. But after he got up, he looked proud: "I won't be wronged if I lose to Young Master Dinghai!"

"Idiot~" Wei Mo saw it and couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Isn't it wrong to lose? Your mother really gave birth to you for nothing, cowardly and licking." ”

In the first round of elimination, the strength of each group is uneven, and it ends very quickly. This second round is much more refined.

Wei Dinghai's performance is still so outstanding, super fans. His light overshadowed everyone else on the field. Even among the children of Dingzi's life, those who rank in the top ten are not as bright as half of him.

As long as Wei Mo heard the super loud cheers, he knew that it was Wei Dinghai who had made another wonderful move.

However, he never expected that the opponent he met in the second game would actually be ...... Wei Dingliang!

Wei Dingliang didn't expect it, so when he saw Wei Mo, the muscles on his face twitched, and he couldn't cry.

After saluting each other, the two entered the battle phase. But they just went around in circles, looking like they were looking for their opponents' weaknesses, ready to strike at any time. Actually, it's all about stalling for time.

"Mo Shao, you can be light!" Wei Dingliang felt weak, "For the sake of me being so loyal." ”

Wei Mo raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to lean over, I'm not hiding from you~"

The recorder next to him finally couldn't help it, his eyes followed the two of them around, and he was already dizzy.

"You're not done, hold on!" he yelled.

So Wei Mo and Wei Dingliang roared at the same time and quickly rushed towards each other.

Bang!

The two met in the middle of the court, and Wei Mo punched Wei Dingliang's fist. saw that Wei Dingliang's facial features were distorted by pain, and the whole person slammed, took more than a dozen steps back, and finally sat on the ground.

Wemo won the second game.

The recorder muttered, "What shit luck." "Bow your head and write down the results and grades in your notebook.

Wei Dinghai has always taken every battle and every opponent seriously. He was also paying close attention to Wei Mo, especially Wei Mo's first match, which was simply making people laugh off.

However, during the interval of the competition, Wei Dinghai replayed that scene in his mind again, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"How is it possible, Xiaopang is also a double martial arts cultivator, and he can be hit by him like this, and he will stumble?" Wei Dinghai secretly analyzed, "Absolutely impossible~ It seems that Wei Mo is hiding his secrets, and the poison in him has been solved!"

After thinking about this, Wei Dinghai was even happier. That means he's going to have a chance to play against Vemo and give him the result himself.