Knowing that the provocation was successful, Wan Qing smiled slightly, walked up to Mo Que and whispered a few words.

"Brother Qing, are you sure you want to do this? The eight battles without interruption are no joke!" Mo Que looked shocked, a little incredulous, Wan Qing actually dared to make such a request.

"Eight battles only!"

The corners of Wan Qing's mouth grinned, within the second grade, I Wan Qing has not been afraid of anyone,

"I still have a good chance of winning eight battles, if you change to a normal battle, what are your chances of winning the throne?" Wan Qing said calmly as he looked at Mo Que.

Listening to Wan Qing's words, Mo Que's brows were twisted into the word 'Sichuan', and the nine lists that Ge Qianmo took out were completely certain, one was Wan Qing, and the other was Mei'er who had just recovered, and the others could only be said to have a five-five chance of winning.

"Brother Qing, for eight games in a row, you can't rest, you can't take pills, you must fight to the end!"

Mo Que's face was still a little worried, Wan Qing's combat power was extremely strong, but it would take a little effort to fight against eight B-level ninth-order peak players in a row, even if Mo Que dealt with it himself.

"Don't worry!"

Wan Qing's face was still extremely confident.

"Okay, it's all up to you, I'll apply for a replacement!"

Mo Que turned around and walked towards the high platform, heading straight for Mo Sansan's position.

"Huh, what is this kid doing here?"

Mo Santian raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Mo Que, he always felt that something was going to happen in his heart.

"Patriarch, I want to apply for a replacement!"

Walking to Mo Sansan's side, Mo Que said respectfully.

"What? Mo Que, are you playing the battle for succession? Say that you can change people if you change people? Hurry down, arrange your troops well, and strive to get more points!"

Mo Santian twisted the sound into silk, and scolded Mo Que for a while, but he didn't expect this kid to ask for a substitution in the middle of the ring match, which is not allowed.

"No, patriarch, I accept the punishment of substitution!"

Mo Que said resolutely with a hard look on his face.

"Mo Que, do you really think the battle for the heir is child's play?"

Mo tried hard to control his emotions for three days, twisted his voice into silk, and drank coldly.

"Mo Que doesn't dare, but for the sake of the throne, Mo Que has no other way!"

Mo Que's eyes looked at Mo Santian firmly, still insisting.

"Okay, Wan Qing, okay! I'm here to see what miracles this little cub of the fourth order of the second rank can create for you!"

Mo Santian turned out the brush with his right hand, wrote a stroke on the thick book in his hand, and waved Mo Que away.

At this time, Jiu Jiu took Dahan into the square and walked towards Wan Qing's location.

"Master, the apprentice has embarrassed you, the big knife has been taken away!"

Before he reached Wan Qing, the big man knelt down with a snap, crying bitterly.

"I'll rub it, you're out of stock with little tendons!"

Wan Qing scolded in a low voice, and instantly appeared in front of the big man, and before the others could react, he helped the big man up.

"How many times have I told you, don't call the master outside, call the boss!"

Wan Qing glared at the big man again and again.

"Oh, teacher... Yes, Boss!"

Looking at Wan Qing's eyes that wanted to kill, the big man shrank his neck.

"Take it, while the battle hasn't started yet, hurry up and learn this set of knife techniques, and take this flame knife, and I'll hand it over to you later." If you still lose, I'll cut ties with you!"

Wan Qing put a jade slip in his hand towards the big man, and it was a C-grade inferior Yan knife.

"Division... Yes, Boss!"

Looking at the two things in his hand, Dahan didn't know how to describe his mood for a while, he thought that it was already a great gift for the master to come to save him, but he didn't expect that when he came here, he gave himself a bunch of things, things that he might not be able to get in his life.

"Master, how can my big man be bullied again, even if he is bullied, he can't fall into your name!"

Sitting down, Dahan directly studied the knife technique in the jade slip. This jade slip is on the bookshelf in the Aoki space, Wan Qing doesn't know when this jade slip came out, after looking at it, he knows that it is a sword technique secret, Wan Qing has no intention of cultivating, and has been putting it aside.

After a stick of incense, Mo got up in three days, and his face had calmed down.

"The second vein, Mo Que, applied for substitution, and agreed to the punishment of substitution, so the first nine battles have been fought by Mo Que's people!"

Mo Sansan's words just fell, and the scene was boiling,

"Isn't this Mo Que stupid?"

"Two-on-nine, it's not fun!"

"That is, even if it is an ordinary wheel battle, it can grind the two people in Mo Que's hands to death!"

“......”

In the stands, representatives of major families all started to discuss, and they all felt that Mo Que was crazy, or that Mo Que wanted to leave an excuse for his failure to win the heir.

"What is the third brother doing? Isn't this equivalent to giving up directly?" Mo Yue stomped her feet angrily, now Mo Que is one of the most powerful contenders for the throne, what else can this choice be if she doesn't give up directly.

"What kind of medicine is sold in the third gourd, it is impossible to give up lightly with the third child's temperament!" Mo Jue also narrowed his eyes, a little unable to believe Mo Que's choice.

Mo Xian also shook his head slightly, indicating that he couldn't guess this cousin who grew up in open crotch pants together.

Mo Qizu on the side also frowned slightly, three days ago, he praised Mo Que for his good performance, and now how to play with snakes.

"Interesting!" Lei Lei's mouth turned up slightly, and his eyes showed a rare expectation.

"Childe, don't you want Mei'er to play?" Mei'er's pale golden eyes looked at Mo Que aggrievedly, a little disappointed, winning the throne for Mo Que is Mei'er's greatest wish.

"Mei'er, I can't bear to hurt you, what's more, Wan Qing alone is enough!" Mo Que touched Mei'er's face with his right hand and said softly.

"Mo Que, who do you choose in the first battle?" Mo didn't have a trace of good anger for three days.

"The first battle, old thirty-eight, Brother Ma in your hand!" Mo Que looked at Mo Quande, and pointed to the smug Brother Ma beside Mo Quande with one hand.

"Are you in such a hurry to find death?" Brother Ma snorted coldly, he didn't expect the other party to look for himself in the first battle, which is too contemptuous.

Brother Ma's face was mixed with anger and ridicule, and the C-level big knife in his hand appeared, jumped up, stood in the ring, and made a few sword flowers, with a burst of cold light, quite a bit of momentum.

"Dahan, whether you can become the real chief disciple of my Wanqing depends on your performance!"

Wan Qing patted the big man on the shoulder and said calmly.

"Please rest assured, master, this chief disciple, my big man is seated!"

Dahan is also an extremely rare domineering time, jumping directly into the ring, the Yan knife in his hand pointed at Brother Ma, and a wave of anger gushed out.

"What!? , how did you come out?"

Brother Ma was not in the mood to pay attention to the Yan Knife in Dahan's hand at the moment, but he couldn't figure it out, Dahan was almost a waste, and he was locked up in Mo Quande's secret room, how could he stand in front of him.

Brother Ma rubbed his eyes again and again, secretly wondering in his heart, would this meet a powerful formation mage, and lay out a formation here to confuse others.

Mo Quande's face in the audience also became extremely gloomy, and a pair of triangular eyes looked at Mo Que with endless anger, but he didn't expect Mo Que to dare to be so blatantly unable to get along with himself.

"Mo Que, you wait for Lao Tzu!"

Mo Quande gritted his teeth and said fiercely in his heart.

"Brother Ma, today, I will mention your dog's head in exchange for the position of the chief disciple where my master sits!" The Yan Knife in Dahan's hand waved lightly a few times, and Dahan became more and more confident, this Yan Knife is more than twice as good as the big knife in Brother Ma's hand, not only in terms of weight, but also in terms of attributes and sharpness.

"How many treasures does the master have in his hands?"

The big man grinned and smiled in his heart, this thing is quite reasonable.

"Look at the knife!"

Adapting to the Yan Knife, the big man slashed towards Brother Ma's head, directly and violently.

This is Wan Qing's knife technique to the big Han jade Jane - violent knife, the grade B of the middle grade, it is very simple to get started, and it is a 'violent' word, not only to be irritable when the knife is out, but also to have a temper and temperament with irritability, with the current situation of the big Han, it is very easy to practice this violent knife to a small success.

"Damn!"

Brother Ma scolded, and in a panic, he raised his knife to block the big man's Yan knife, and suddenly a huge force was transmitted to Brother Ma's arm.

Bang!

Brother Ma's right leg was directly bent, he knelt on one knee, and smashed a mark on the ground. There was no way, there was not enough time for Brother Ma to react, so he blocked in a hurry, and he was not split into two pieces by the big man, he was already very lucky.

"Paralysis, what did this guy eat, his strength has at least doubled!"

Brother Ma, who was struggling to support him, scolded in his heart, three days ago, when the big man was surrounded and suppressed, the strength he showed was less than half of the current knife.

"How so?"

Mo Quande in the audience was also stunned, Brother Ma's strength, Mo Quande is relatively clear, even if the Han Dynasty recovers to its heyday, it is impossible to be the opponent of Brother Ma who is holding a C-grade inferior broadsword in his hand.

But the scene in front of him was in front of Mo Quande's eyes, Brother Ma was slashed and knelt down by the big man, and this was only the first blow.

"Who is this big man's master, who can not only recover the big man's serious injuries, but also improve the strength of the big man!"

Mo Quande is extremely unbalanced in his heart, such a waste with no roots and tendons will be looked upon by masters, no matter how he thinks about it, his heart is unbalanced.

"Brother Ma, is my master's big knife easy to use?"

The corners of the big man's mouth lifted slightly, and his complexion suddenly became hideous, and an extremely irritable momentum wrapped around the Yan Dao.

"Storm Knife-Slash!"

Dahan held the knife in both hands and slowly raised it, the whole person was like an executioner, and the Yan knife was even more attached to the irascible momentum of Dahan who had been aggrieved for too long.

"Don't, I admit it...!"

"Die!"

Dahan didn't give Brother Ma a chance to continue, the Yan knife slowly chopped down, the air was cut in half, and the big knife in Brother Ma's hand was slashed, Brother Ma's head was slashed, and Brother Ma's body was slashed, everything was so quiet.

"In the next life, don't be greedy!"

A piece of silk was pulled out, gently wiping the spotless Yan knife, and the big man said in a low voice.

Bang!

Brother Ma fell, the big knife in his hand was split in two, his head was split in two, and his entire body was split in two.