Qin Wuyi saw that Guan Tong had won this lot, the expression on his face was slightly solemn, and he was faintly worried about something, and not far from him, Yu Taichun was standing there at this time, with a smile on his face all the time.

The man surnamed Chu asked like this, "The Holy Son thinks that the pass will win?"

Tan Taichun nodded, shook his head again, the man surnamed Chu was puzzled when he saw this, and continued to ask: "What do you mean?"

"The matter of victory or defeat is only known after comparison, but now, it doesn't hurt me who wins between the two. Jun Tai always smiled on his face, and said so.

The man surnamed Chu lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he suddenly came to his senses, his eyes were shining, his palms were clapped, and he exclaimed: "Yes! If Guan Tong wins, it must be the blessing of my Confucianism, if it is not to win, then Guan Tong must be completely lost, because this matter will make the elders of the sect look at him differently, then Holy Son, if you want to political him, wouldn't it be easy?"

Hearing this, he looked at the man surnamed Chu, smiled slightly, and did not speak again.

Jing Jue was also paying attention to Mo Zheng at this time, his face was cloudy, and he couldn't see joy or anger, but he was a little worried in his heart, after all, the name "Guan Tong", Aunt Xingshan had mentioned it extraordinarily, and it must not be an ordinary person.

And Mo Zheng's temperament, Jing Jue understands some, irritable, impulsive, no one in his eyes, if that pass makes some treacherous tricks, if it is not good, this Mo Zheng will plant a big heel here.

Mo Zheng heard that his opponent was Guan Tong, but he just glanced at it and didn't look at it carefully, even if Aunt Xingshan mentioned it to him, he didn't care at all, he thought that Guan Tong was just a stepping stone in front of him, if there was really a peculiarity with others, it was that this stepping stone was a little thicker.

He regards Guan Tong as a stepping stone, so why doesn't Guan Tong think like this?

Although Guan Tong and Mo Zheng are generally extremely conceited people, but at this moment, he regards Mo Zheng as a serious opponent, after all, the other party became famous early, and his fame is not small, he can't be careless.

He glanced at Mo Zheng carefully, although he only saw Mo Zheng's back, but in his heart, he had already begun to think about how to fight the next duel.

After the draw is over, the showdown in the winner's group starts immediately, and the first round of the showdown is not yet involved in elimination, so everyone has reservations, and if you can beat it, you can play it, and if you can't beat it, you will admit defeat directly, which is very simple, so it ends quite quickly.

At the beginning of the second round, many disciples who watched the battle began to shout one after another, and the scene was hot, but there were only two voices, one was "Senior Brother Mo Zheng, come on!" and the other was "Senior Brother Guan Tong, come on!"

It can be seen that the two of them have a certain prestige in their respective sects, and of course, this also shows that this duel is destined not to end hastily.

Before coming to the stage, Qin Wuyi came to Mo Zheng's martial arts arena to hand him the Soul Fixation, and explained again and again: "If you find something wrong, admit defeat immediately, don't fight to the death with him, preserving strength is the most important thing." ”

However, Mo Zheng didn't appreciate it, and asked coldly: "Do you think I'm not his opponent?"

"Naturally not, but ......"

"No, I will definitely win!" Qin Wuyi didn't finish speaking, and was directly interrupted by Mo Zheng, and then Mo Zheng jumped up

The martial arts competition platform did not pay attention to Qin Wuyi anymore.

Seeing this, Qin Wuyi's whole face was pinched together, and it could be seen that his heart was extremely worried at this time.

As Mo Zheng and Guan Tong swept onto the competition platform, the crowd watching the battle from a distance erupted into a tsunami-like sound, their eyes were hot, looking forward to this showdown that would not lose the final.

However, two people who have always been indifferent collided together at this time, and they didn't have a good face, and they didn't pay attention to the cries of the spectators, they just looked at each other indifferently and didn't say a word.

"When you're ready, let's get started. ”

As the referee elder snorted, both of them bowed slightly.

"Don't argue. ”

"Guantong. ”

Two extremely cold voices seemed to render the entire competition platform like a cold winter, and then, the two flew up almost at the same time, their respective momentum was revealed, colliding together, and before the two could fight, the air on the competition platform began to crackle and burst.

Guan Tong is not good at words, so Mo Zheng is even more disdainful, but as soon as his eyes signaled, he directly started to do it.

Mo Zheng never liked someone to fight against him, and directly climbed the momentum to the top, and then clenched his fists, only to hear a little creaking sound, the tendons on his fist were squirming, just a breath, the fist turned into a strange golden color, although there was no violent aura, but the skin on the fist was under the care of the sun, scattering a terrifying light.

"What kind of exercises are you using?!"

Seeing such a strange fist style, many disciples on the side of the Heavenly Punishment Sect did not know it, and they only felt that if that punch went down, the power would definitely not be small, and it was possible to win that pass directly in seconds with one move.

They don't know each other, it doesn't mean that Jing Jue never knows, Jing Jue frowned at this time, and there was a little surprise in his pupils, and he muttered: "The third form of the Overlord Fist, dominates the world!"

Jia Jin on the side heard this, and there was a little surprise in his eyes, the time he spent with Jing Jue was not short, and he naturally knew that this Overlord Fist was a peerless study of the inner gate of the Peerless Peak, and Jing Jue had used it many times before, but when Jing Jue used the Overlord Fist, it was majestic and unparalleled, and there were some differences with this Mo Zheng.

Then he asked, "Why is the Overlord Fist used by Senior Brother Mo Zheng so different from you?"

Jing Jue replied: "He has already practiced the effect of fist adduction, which is much more clever than the Overlord Fist I used." ”

After receiving such a high evaluation, Jia Jin looked at the fist in Na Mo Zheng's hand seriously, and whispered to himself: "Is it the real Overlord Fist?"

......

On the competition platform, Na Guan Tong saw Mo Zheng's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, he just operated his body, and he didn't move, and the posture made it clear that Mo Zheng made the first move, and he came to dodge.

Mo Zheng was in a hurry to win, so he wouldn't say much to him, his fist was raised, and he smashed down.

Thundered!

In an instant, the hurricane swept through the entire competition platform, if it weren't for the blessing of the two of them, it is estimated that they would have to be swept into the hurricane!

In the midst of that hurricane, a huge fist shadow fell, like a cast of dark gold, condensed and heavy, with unrivaled might, as if it were withering and decaying, and approached the gate of the gate.

However, what kind of person was Guan Tong, if he was hit so easily, then his reputation in the Hongru Sect would also be in vain!

's body technique was unleashed, and in just three steps, the body pulled out a long chasing shadow.

Seeing this, everyone held their breath and concentrated, especially the people of the Confucian sect, at this time, that heart seemed to be hanging in mid-air! Mo Zheng's punch was terrifying, and if it was smashed on that Guan Tong's body, I am afraid that if he did not die, he would be seriously injured.

Boast!

The earth-shattering sound came out, and the entire competition platform shook, dusting up a puff of dust, beating non-stop, like a sieve shaking chaff.

Seeing such a battle, everyone gasped one by one, and fantasized that if this punch fell on them, there would be their fate? One by one, they stretched their necks and began to look for the figure of Guan Tong, but the dust was unsettled, obscuring their vision, and they could not see the situation inside.

After a while, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, but at this moment, they were stunned, and they opened their mouths wide one by one, as if they had seen a shocking scene, and the entire audience was silent.

I saw that the diameter of about 100 zhang of the competition platform, at this time has been born a little cracks, serious places have formed a small ravine nearly half a foot wide, in those cracks gathered the most, there is a big pit, the pit is about two feet deep, and the surrounding stones are all over it, obviously the punch smashed to the ground of the competition platform to splash up.

"Oh my God, those martial arts platforms are made of solid stone, and they have been protected by many elders, how can they be smashed like this?!"

This is enough to make everyone stunned, but there are even more incredible things!

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Look, there is a person standing next to that big pit!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at the side of the big pit.

At this moment, on the edge of the messy fist pit, a figure stood with his hands crossed, his eyes were cold, the wind was blowing, his clothes were hunting, it was that pass!

"Oh my God, that Guan Tong was unharmed!" Everyone exhaled heavily at this time, and there was no other feeling, only that these two people were fucking demons!

Seeing that the figure was revealed, Jia Jin frowned tightly, and hurriedly asked Jing Jue beside him: "Do you see what kind of body technique he just used?"

Jing Jue's face was solemn at this time: "He just used some simple body methods. ”

"Simple body method, impossible!" Jia Jin immediately refused, thought for a moment, and Yan Qingqian next to him also exclaimed: "What do you mean, he also uses the soul Dao method?"

Jing Jue said lightly: "If it weren't for that, with his own strength alone, it would be a fool's dream to dodge the punch of his senior brother!"

Qin Wuyi looked at the duel on the stage at this time, although his face was flat and indifferent, but the depths of his eyes were filled with a kind of anxiety, that Guan Tong could block Mo Zheng's punch, he didn't have to think about it, he must have used the soul Dao method.

Taichun was also very close to the competition platform at this time, and he could see the battle between the two before, he frowned into a Sichuan character, carefully looked at the two people on the competition platform, and muttered: "This Mo Zheng's strength is really getting more and more terrifying, if I face him and want to win, it is estimated that it will be difficult to see without three hundred moves." ”

"It's also terrifying, but luckily I haven't fought him before...... Hey, neither of these two people can stay. ”

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