"You're the dog's leg! Don't be long-winded, let you taste the power of my Wu family's Red Flame Palm!" As he spoke, Wu Xiaojin's palms flew up and down, and he attacked Mo Fei with five or six palms in one go. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Fei was stumbling in Wu Xiaojin's attack, dodging dangerously, but he didn't stop at all: "You really want to slap Zhao Fatzi? You also know that he is the son of the deputy hall master of Dantang? What pill did he give you? You have become so violent now, did you eat the forbidden medicine he gave you? Be careful I report you." If you don't cultivate the Tao at a young age, you just think about walking these crooked doors, how can you become a great thing. We cultivators are mindful of being rigid without desire, and if you are so opportunistic, it will affect your Dao heart. ”

Zhao Youcai really gave Wu Xiaojin an elixir that could temporarily improve his cultivation before the game, and asked him to take it before the game to ensure that he could defeat Mo Fei, but Wu Xiaojin didn't take it after thinking about it again. The first is that he feels that Mo Fei is just in the early stage of Qi refining, and his own cultivation is higher than him, so there is no need to take pills to take risks;

Mo Fei inadvertently said the central matter, although Wu Xiaojin did not take the pill, he also felt a little weak, and said angrily: "I want you to take care of it? It's not your turn to teach me a lesson here, let's take care of yourself first!

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you as soon as I make a move, so I'll keep letting you!, otherwise, you won't be able to beat me a single hair until now!" said Murphy with a smile.

"Hmph, who doesn't know that you have been scooping dung for three years in the outer gate, and you have lost two consecutive defeats in the inner gate in two years, and you have not found the master until now, and you are embarrassed to brag in front of me?

As he spoke, Wu Xiaojin's fist speed increased sharply, and Mo Fei couldn't see the shadow of Wu Xiaojin's fist technique, bang, bang, his arm and stomach were hit one after another, and Mo Fei couldn't bear the pain and retreated.

Wu Xiaojin took advantage of the victory to pursue, and continued to attack Xiang Mo Fei like a shadow.

Murphy wanted to provoke his opponent to defeat him at a critical moment, but the reality was different from what he expected, he was not only counted down by the opponent, but also beaten by him so that he had no power to fight back.

Fortunately, since he cultivated the Dao, he has been defeated and beaten by Tong Yueyan since he was in the middle of the sect, and he has been beaten by Tong Yueyan, so he already has a wealth of experience in being beaten, and this level of attack did not hurt him.

Mo Fei hurriedly used all his strength to display the most basic Qi refining initial exercise of the Heavenly Gate, "Tiger Running Fist", which he had cultivated, wanting to confront Wu Xiaojin. But the difference between the two of them was too great, and Mo Fei couldn't see the trajectory of "Red Flame Without a Shadow" at all, and his body was hit one after another again.

"I must not lose again, this is the third year, I have to win this one, otherwise, I will really be a disciple for the rest of my life, and I won't even be able to find a master. Murphy thought to himself, "Since I can't see your moves, then I won't look at them, and since my fists are not as good as yours, then I won't use them." I'll just do what works best for me!"

Mo Fei thought to himself, spreading his true qi all over his body, mainly guarding several vital parts of his body. Then, he neither dodged nor tried to see Wu Xiaojin's moves clearly, allowing Wu Xiaojin's attack to fall on him.

Mo Fei endured the burning pain, and savagely turned sideways and slammed into Wu Xiaojin with all his strength.

Mo Fei didn't have the slightest defense, and his whole body was wide open, Wu Xiaojin naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to win, and immediately flew with his hands and feet, slapping and kicking at Mo Fei's flaws.

Murphy also went forward with all his strength without hesitation.

Bang!

Although Mo Fei was hit, Wu Xiaojin was also brutally charged by Mo Fei's full strength, and he was knocked backwards and retreated, and the beating kung fu that Mo Fei had practiced over the years finally played a role, and he resolutely and quickly crashed into Wu Xiaojin again despite his pain.

Wu Xiaojin was a little overwhelmed this time, he was confused by Mo Fei's ruffian-like fighting style without any tricks, and when he saw Mo Fei coming, he had to try to stabilize his body and shoot at him again.

Bang! At the same time that Wu Xiaojin hit Mo Fei, he was also hit by Mo Fei's full force and flew up, and the direction in which he fell was the stage of the martial arts stage. If Wu Xiaojin falls, he will inevitably fall to the ground, then, according to the rules of the competition, he will definitely lose to Mo Fei.

At the critical moment, Wu Xiaojin's body suddenly turned over in the air by falling momentum, making the fall direction reversed, and it seemed that he was about to fall on the edge of the martial arts stage.

Seeing this, Mo Fei immediately roared and performed the most fierce move in the "Tiger Running Fist", "Hungry Tiger Pounce", flew up, and slapped his palms one after another at Wu Xiaojin in the air.

Wu Xiaojin, who was in the air, couldn't dodge, but he didn't want to be shot down by Mo Fei and let Mo Fei win the game, Wu Xiaojin shouted in a deep voice: "The old vine is entangled in the tree!"

While Wu Xiaojin stretched out his palms to receive Mo Fei's attack, he was like an old vine, wrapped his hands around Mo Fei's arms, and threw Mo Fei behind him. He wanted to use the power of Mo Fei's attack in the air, and use his strength to throw Mo Fei off the stage, and let himself stand on the stage with defeat and victory.

Mo Fei's fighting passion at this time was also completely ignited, and he didn't want to lose the game, so he shouted: "Lao Tzu will also entangle!"

Mo Fei's arms were wrapped around Wu Xiaojin's hands at this time, but he was still above Wu Xiaojin at this time, so he stretched out two long legs, tightly wrapped around Wu Xiaojin's waist, and cast a jack pendant, falling downward.

Because Mo Fei firmly clamped Wu Xiaojin's waist with his legs, Wu Xiaojin did not throw Mo Fei out. Being tightly entangled by Mo Fei and being in the air, Wu Xiaojin no longer had a chance to change his tricks, and the two fell under the stage in a weird and ambiguous posture.

Mo Fei in the audience was lying on Wu Xiaojin's body, Wu Xiaojin grabbed Mo Fei's hand tightly, Mo Fei's legs were still tightly wrapped around Wu Xiaojin's waist, and the two hugged tightly, like a pair of men and women who were passionately heying.

Seeing this, the disciples who were watching the battle immediately gathered around to watch the two of them, and after seeing the falling posture of the two of them, everyone couldn't help laughing, and some even blew their whistles. But these disciples didn't know which of the two of them would win and lose, and they all looked at the referee on duty.

After the referee on duty saw this situation, he walked to the referee and the notary supervisor who were sitting on the rostrum to watch the game, and after several people discussed, the referee on duty announced: "According to the rules of the game, 'the one who falls first to the stage is negative', when the two of them fell to the ground, Mo Fei was on top, and Wu Xiaojin was on the bottom, so Mo Fei won this game!"