The sound of the clothes breaking through the air came with the wind, and I saw a middle-aged man in a burly purple robe with a hard face flying across the air like a Dapeng bird, the momentum was extremely majestic, attracting people's attention, Mo Qingge stared at it, and just met a pair of eyes like flames and torches.

"You are the third person in Hanjiang City after Ling Chongxiao, the mad Taoist, Han Wancheng?" On the way to the Prayer Rain Terrace, Alina once introduced Mo Qingge to the top ten masters of Hanjiang City, Han Wancheng ranked third in Tanhua, a pair of iron fists rarely met opponents, and the people in the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname of "Regret Mountain and Moving Mountain"!

The figure landed on a banner several feet high in the distance, Han Wancheng glanced at Han Qianchuan who looked miserable, his face was slightly cold, and he said coldly: "It's someone Han! Stinky boy, since you know my name, when you know that someone Han's subordinates are either dead or disabled, never show mercy, and know each other, you will obediently tie your hands and let them fall!"

Mo Qingge shook his head and said slightly: "I know the name of the Han family master, I just want to know who my subordinates will be defeated later, then I think the Han family master has said a lot of words, not the slightest high-level theory, all some ridiculous words that make people laugh!"

"In vain, just now I regarded the Han family master as an opponent who could barely fight, but now I have to reevaluate one or two miles!"

Hearing Mo Qingge's slight words, Han Wancheng snorted coldly and said: "Han someone is not as good as you in terms of verbal skills, and it is rare to talk nonsense with you again, if you have the courage, borrow me two punches to try!"

When the words fell, Han Wan's arms were shocked, and two punches in the air were struck, and two solid fists the size of a grinding disc came out through the body, breaking through the air, the air buzzed and vibrating, and the second explosion exploded, setting off a violent wave of qi, and there was a momentum of earth-shattering!

A body of Xuan Gong couldn't help but urge, Mo Qingge's whole body was as smooth and transparent as ice jade, and there was a hazy cold air rising up, red smoke and clouds swirling around his body, a strange scene, breathtaking!

Mo Qingge raised his palms slightly, and two terrifying suction forces suddenly appeared, as if two giant beasts were swallowing the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, the air flow within a radius of ten zhang was emptied, and the sharp and piercing whistling sound was endless, and the two wind whirlwinds rose vigorously.

The wind whirlwind rose and roared, with a thunderous rumbling sound, and went through the air, and the sound was terrifying!

The cold fist and the wind whirlwind collided with each other, the strength was like ripples and ripples, scattered in all directions, the aftermath was endless, the ground was splashed with stone chips, and the potholes were connected together, just like the tragic scene after the disaster!

Some of the martial artists who were closer only felt that their qi was like a knife cut, and their colors changed in shock, and they all raised their qi luck, or sacrificed their swords, or raised their palms and fists, and unloaded the chaotic qi to block it!

At the same time, in the crowd, two tall and thin figures suddenly flew out and landed beside Han Qianchuan, who was seriously injured, one of them held Han Qianchuan and brought him back to the crowd, while the other crossed his sleeves and flicked his breath!

In this regard, Mo Qingge didn't care, but said leisurely: "The Han family master's hand kung fu is really much tougher than the verbal kung fu, but Mo is not bad, discipline the Han family master for a while, you are convinced!"

"I'm afraid you don't have that ability!"

With a laugh, Han Wancheng's figure disappeared above the flagpole, but in Mo Qingge's eyes, there was a bronze fist that stood out and expanded, getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, fast as a meteor falling to the ground, majestic as an alien peak!

Seeing that this fast and unbelievably strong punch was about to smash through Mo Qingge's chest and abdomen, Alina, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but cover her lips with her hands, and exclaimed "Ah", Li Yaohua and Jiang Qingyue also looked nervous.

At the last moment, Mo Qingge's hands that seemed to be flawless and beautiful jade went up and down, and they closed to the middle, like the sky rising from the ground, sandwiching this punch in the middle, and not an inch could be entered!

Han Wancheng's complexion changed slightly, in his induction, there seemed to be two true qi hidden between the opponent's palms, Yin and Yang, and the Yin and Yang true qi circulated together, like a round of grinding, and his own majestic fist strength continued to weaken for it, and he was slightly surprised in his heart, Han Wancheng breathed and lifted his qi, and his left fist was about to burst out!

Mo Qingge seemed to have expected it, and when Han Wancheng's left fist was about to come out, his left and right hands pushed forward violently, and his strength was like a mountain torrent bursting an embankment, surging,

Han Wancheng was a little unexpected, and when he was caught off guard, he had to transport the true qi of the body, but he was still wrapped in this surging energy, and he was forced to retreat again and again.

The cold light flashed in his eyes, Mo Qingge's body leaned forward, and his right foot stepped out, like a pot shrinking into inches, spanning a distance of several zhang, his right palm was raised like a knife, and he slashed towards Han Wancheng's head with a fluttering split, and the air "snorted", and was opened by Mo Qingge's palm, and scattered towards both sides.

Three feet of air, three feet of power!

The sharp and pressing edge made Han Wancheng have a kind of trance illusion of being cut in two, and opened his mouth to exhale, Han Wancheng suddenly drank violently, stepped on the ground with his left foot, entered the ground by more than an inch, and stabilized his body, while his right hand was like a giant god raising his arm, lying above his head, dangerously blocking Mo Qingge's knife palm that was enough to cut gold and jade.

With a "bang" popping sound, the ground under Han Wancheng's feet spread and cracked like a spider web.

The corners of Mo Qingge's mouth grinned, and he couldn't help but gasp, the high-five just now seemed to be slashed on top of the high mountain and giant mountain, and the powerful recoil force shook his entire right arm almost numb!

Han Wancheng was also not happy, he only felt that the muscles of his right arm were cut by a knife, and the stinging pain was incomparable, and in addition, there was a cold qi like ice that invaded his body, freezing his qi and blood.

One blow failed, Mo Qingge withdrew his right hand, and his left hand immediately slammed his palm like a knife, blocking his waist and slashing out horizontally, a seemingly bland blow of the knife palm, without any clever changes, has actually reached the wonderful realm of great ingenuity, and the magic is between decay!

Han Wancheng was awe-struck in his heart, only feeling that the opponent's sword palm was really wonderful, it seemed to be there or not, it seemed to be near or far, except for parrying the way, any dodge and retreat would put himself under the opponent's blade, so he didn't avoid it, his five fingers were clenched, and he blasted out heavily, the speed was as slow as a snail, but the strength was as calm as a mountain, and what was even more strange was that such a slow punch actually came first, giving people an incomparably contradictory sense of gap.

There was a thunderous explosion on the flat ground, and the energy was rolling, setting off a cold wind!

The fists and palms were divided at first glance, and the two of them did their best to fight hard between the three feet around them, fists and palms, legs and feet hit each other, and the sound of wind and thunder was endless.

The battle was hearty, Mo Qingge couldn't help but shout "happy", at the same time, his mind was becoming more and more clear and transparent, the subtleties in other people's boxing techniques, the flaws in his own palms, there was nothing missing, all reflected in his heart!

Take the enemy's strengths and make up for your own shortcomings!

After a moment, Han Wancheng suddenly felt a sharp increase in pressure, and keenly noticed that the kung fu on the opponent's fists and claws, palms, and fingers was growing rapidly, becoming more and more exquisite and round, like antelope hanging horns, with no beginning and no end, and no trace to be found.

Suddenly, Han Wancheng took a glimpse and found that between the changes in the other party's moves, there was a hidden part of the essence of his own boxing technique, and his heart suddenly felt shocked.

Han Wancheng is also an old man in the rivers and lakes, and naturally knows that there are some unborn Tianjiao characters in the world, who are accustomed to fighting to nourish war, in the fight of life and death, looking for opportunities and inspiration, and trying the method by example, personally feeling the subtleties of the enemy's moves, taking them for their own use, and integrating them with what they have learned, is it ...... Could it be that this person in front of him is such a freak?

I can't help but feel jealousy and admiration in my heart, and a strong killing intent germinates, and the punches become more and more sophisticated and vicious, and the moves are inseparable from Mo Qingge's key position.

Mo Qingge was comfortable at the moment, his body instinct and the divine will of the move were integrated, and he entered a mysterious realm of the mind and the desire to act.

The stronger the war, the stronger the war!

With the passage of time, the originally flat situation tilted, and Han Wancheng gradually tended to have the upper hand, and suddenly, Mo Qingge's eyes flashed, and he keenly captured an imperceptible flaw in Han Wancheng's boxing technique.

The palm of her right hand was horizontal, and she went straight into the middle palace with a single knife, cutting straight at the key point of Han Wancheng's middle palace, and when she was halfway through, she suddenly changed her move, and her right palm hung down slightly, and then it was like a wave, clinging to Han Wancheng's fist, and swinging her right fist up a little bit with four or two thousand pound fingers.

Sinking his shoulders sideways, he avoided Han Wancheng's deviation punch, and took advantage of the situation to reach into the middle palace's five fingers stretched like an orchid, weakly imprinted on Han Wancheng's chest.

With a muffled snort, Han Wancheng was like being struck by lightning, and his body flew out inexorably, and the toes that touched the ground and unloaded their forces drew a thin gully several zhang long on the ground!

Seeing that there was blood dripping from the corner of Han Wancheng's mouth, and unfortunately lost a move, most of the onlookers gasped with a "sizzle", and immediately became in an uproar.

A thin-faced man with a short knife on his waist said with a shocked expression: "Han Wancheng is the third master in Hanjiang City, except for being slightly inferior to Ling Chongxiao and the Crazy Dao Man, few people can match him, but now, Han Wancheng has lost a move in the best fist kung fu, this ...... Who is this masked young man who is so sacred, so powerful?"

A sloppy old Taoist priest said firmly: "Lao Dao has a secret technique that can see people through the bones, according to what Lao Dao has seen, the bone age of this masked young man is definitely not more than twenty!"

When the person next to him heard this, he lost his voice and said: "How is it possible? If you have such a cultivation before the age of twenty, this person is not the descendant of the four great families, and the descendants of the Twelve Xuandao are not successful?"

Hugging the sword, a swordsman sighed, "It is rumored that the Tianji Pavilion is about to be born, and the three lists of heaven, earth and people will be reopened.

Listening to the discussions of the martial artists around him, his breath was sluggish, and Han Qianchuan, who could barely stand with the help of others, flashed a thick color of jealousy and resentment in his eyes, Han Wancheng's face was also not good-looking, Tie Qing was blue, his fists were clenched, and he was also careless, so Mo Qingge took advantage of the loophole.

The rumor has always been more and more exaggerated, and as soon as it was spread by these people watching the battle, by tomorrow, he might become the third master of Hanjiang City, Han Wancheng, was defeated by the nameless masked youth with one move.

"Shut up!"

With a burst of applause, Han Wancheng's cold eyes were like lightning, sweeping the crowd, just now his eyebrows were dancing, and everyone who was talking happily was suddenly silent, and there was no shortage of words when they hung their heads!

"Boy, there are some skills, it was Han's carelessness just now, so you were lucky to have one trick left! This time it's not so easy!"

Shame and courage, the only trace of contempt left in Han Wancheng's heart disappeared, and when he took a step forward, the ground trembled, and a majestic mountain struck, and an incomparably calm momentum rose from the ground, every step seemed to be like a giant mountain moving and moving, and the people in the field all felt dull in their chests, as if they were pressing a thousand catties of boulder, and it was difficult to breathe.

The compelling momentum made Mo Qingge's heart froze, and he was condensed and ready for battle!

For a while, the atmosphere was tense, and at this moment, an old and hoarse voice came coldly, sweeping away the tense atmosphere!

"Enough!"