Chen Jingnan walked to the center of the martial arts field, Zhang Mochen's eyes finally had a trace of seriousness, the realm of martial arts was not at all comparable to the Yuan Master.

Serious is serious, and the passionate fighting spirit is condensed little by little in his eyes. Even if Chen Jingnan didn't issue a war letter last night, Zhang Mochen himself would take the initiative to find an opportunity to ask for advice, on the one hand, to test the effectiveness of this month's retreat, and on the other hand, to personally feel the power of the general, he must be about to embark on a journey of adventure, the outside world is higher and the water is deeper.

Zhang Mochen smiled slightly, and after a slight salute, his eyes sank, and the aura of the junior Yuan Master suddenly exploded, because Jin Yuanli couldn't ask for half a benefit in front of Chen Jingnan, and now there was a gray aura swirling on his body, which looked like a small hurricane.

Zhang Mochen's outburst made everyone a little frightened, but the former's all-out efforts also made their interest reach the extreme, and they wanted to know which was stronger or weaker between this young patriarch and the general.

Looking at Chen Jingnan, who had completely released the aura of the junior general, Zhang Tianbing's beautiful eyes were a little angry because of the former's bullying of the small, but she was just about to stop her when she was gently pulled by Fan Xun.

"Mochen, be careful!"

"Uncle, let the horse come!"

Chen Jingnan put away his smile, and the butterfly sword suddenly buzzed, and after a strong shout, a cold light swept through the air at the same time, and a golden bull was thrown out.

The golden bull galloped into the air, and the gravel in the field was violently shaking, and the power could be imagined.

At this time, the gray aura was shining with Zhang Mochen's bursting drink, and the next second rushed out fiercely.

"Bang!"

The explosion was deafening, like thunder, countless gravel stirred up, and even stagnated slightly in mid-air. The originally calm surface of the lake suddenly burst out with a column of water several feet high, and after reaching the highest point, it burst again, and the bean-sized droplets soaked the entire martial arts field, as if it had rained a torrential rain.

The crowd didn't have time to wipe the drops off their faces, or even didn't have time to wipe them off, because a gray fist was slamming into the golden horn in their eyes.

Everyone was shocked, in the face of Chen Jingnan's golden bull galloping, Zhang Mochen not only did not lose completely, but the fist that continued to surge with his breath was actually in a stalemate with the golden bull.

The continuous eruption of wind at the impact site ruffled Zhang Mochen's hair, and even his cheeks were falling layer by layer.

The stalemate continued, and the battle spirit was also rising, as Zhang Mochen's gaze sank again, in the dantian, the colorful flow beads that had already turned into the color of earth ash and spun rapidly were a few points faster, and the more powerful yuan force erupted, rushing like a huge wave in the muscles and veins of the whole body, and finally all of them rushed to the right fist.

Under the terrifying gaze of everyone, the golden bull actually began to shake violently, and cracks appeared on its body that were visible to the naked eye. The crack continued to extend, and after the blink of an eye, it finally completely tore the golden bull apart.

At the same time as the golden bull disintegrated, the furious energy spread ferociously in all directions, and the clouds and mist above the bottom of the cliff were completely dispersed, revealing a blue color the size of a bowl. Fan Xun, Zhang Tianchi, and Zhang Tianbing's faces sank, urging their breath to the extreme, and they joined forces to condense a defensive circle, enveloping everyone and preventing the impact of Yu Wei.

Zhang Mochen flew upside down, but from his posture in the air, he could see that he was not injured and retreated, but to defuse the huge air pressure.

As soon as his feet landed, with a shout of force, Zhang Mochen soared out again, and the right fist that concentrated the Yuan Force of the whole body was like a cannonball, tearing the air and galloping violently.

The golden bull was destroyed, Chen Jingnan was not surprised at all, as his body burst out, the butterfly sword suddenly shone brightly, and there was a hint of bright red in the rich yellow, as if it had been tempered in the furnace fire.

Sword splitting, boxing, and all the blows of each other, met in the air as scheduled, and the momentum sank like a meteorite hitting the ground.

An even more deafening explosion suddenly sounded, and under the violent shaking of the defensive cover, Fan Xun and the three of them were all pale, and the rest of them were even more frightened, this was completely crushed in terms of strength, and they could not resist.

Zhang Mochen retreated sharply backwards, leaving a deep footprint every time he landed, and it took dozens of meters to stabilize his inertia.

Chen Jingnan was also shocked back, but it was only a few steps, but a few blood marks were shocked from the tiger's mouth.

"The Yuan General is really terrifying, if I make a killing move, I have no chance of living at all. Zhang Mochen was shocked in his heart, put away his surging breath, hugged his fists and smiled: "Uncle, Mochen lost." ”

The Butterfly Sword was eroded by rust again, Chen Jingnan looked down at his toes, and then smiled at Zhang Mochen with relief: "I was also blasted out of the boundary, let's tie." ”

Judging from the distance between the two sides that were shaken back, it is undoubtedly Zhang Mochen who lost, however, how can this kind of win or loss have reference value? Everyone simply cannot equate the name Zhang Mochen with the loser, and fight the general with the strength of the junior Yuan Division, how crazy and how strong it is, and how terrifying it will be when it grows up? It is unimaginable!

A brief moment of astonishment was followed by thunderous applause.

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Time flies quickly.,Two days have passed in a blink of an eye.,Tomorrow is the day to return to Sanye Town.。 Although he did not return to his hometown, Zhang Mochen had an irrepressible excitement, because it was earned by his own efforts.

In the past two days, in addition to daily guidance of the clansmen's cultivation, Zhang Mochen would stay in a room until late at night every day, but every time he came out, he had a sad face. Fortunately, there is Wang Yuyan's company.

Zhang Mochen also went to the mountain range, visited the three major beast kings respectively, and was about to return to Sanye Town, and he was about to embark on a journey, which could be regarded as a farewell before leaving.

Meeting the Ape King is inevitably another battle, but the competition ends a little quickly. Compared to the first encounter, the ape king was simply defeated, which made him stunned, and it must have only been a month.

Before leaving, Zhang Mochen gave the Ape King three third-order beast crystals, which were counted as a reward for introducing the tomb at the beginning. The Ape King was not pretentious, he smiled directly, but the color of ecstasy was difficult to hide, with these three beast crystals, it was only a matter of time before it broke through to the third order.

Compared with the ape king, the wolf king lacks that open-mindedness in character. Zhang Mochen's visit made it very happy, but it was also more restrained, and the latter's current strength must have completely surpassed it. Zhang Mochen disagrees with this, people have their own nature, and so do monsters. Before leaving, Zhang Mochen gave it two third-order beast crystals, and he had already repaid the grace for the rescue that day.

The growth rate of the little calf beast is a little amazing, it has grown twice as much in just one month, but when he saw Zhang Mochen, he was still like a coquettish child, and he pounced at once, until Zhang Mochen was overwhelmed, and he reluctantly got up.

Among the three beast kings, Zhang Mochen has the best relationship with the Niu King. Although he was almost trampled to death by the Bull King at the beginning, his fate is so mysterious, he doesn't know each other if he doesn't fight.

Zhang Mochen stayed in the cave for half a day, during which he talked a lot with the Ox King, about cultivation, about future plans, and of course, the father of Zamao, the White Tiger Beast King.

In the end, under the reluctance of the little bull beast, Zhang Mochen walked out of the cave and gave all the remaining five third-order beast crystals to the unicorn king.

Out of the cave, Zhang Mochen did not rush back to the camp, but walked towards the foot of the mountain.

In the evening, Lan'er sat on the threshold, holding her round chin with both hands, but her big eyes were a little stunned. Every day, from sunrise to sunset. In this regard, the old hunter could only shake his head helplessly.

A gust of wind passed, and Lan'er stood up suddenly, and the big eyes suddenly flickered. Finally, after a shake in the woods, a familiar figure appeared in view. Ignoring the girl's cowardice, Lan'er threw herself directly into Zhang Mochen's arms.

The old hunter was also excited about Zhang Mochen's arrival, but after thinking of the earth-shattering battle that everyone knew about a month ago, helpless sadness welled up in the old man's eyes.

Infatuation can never make up for the gap in status, now Zhang Mochen is already a young hero, and Lan'er is just a commoner.

The old hunter's thoughts, Zhang Mochen is naturally like a mirror, but he is just an innocent brother and sister to Lan'er.

After all, barren mountains and mountains are not suitable for long-term life. In the end, under the various refusals of the old hunter, Zhang Mochen still brought the two back to the camp.