Chapter Seventy-Five: The collision of the peak strength of the two young generations of Xi and Mo

As Mo Kuai's words fell, the crowd that was originally cheering and shouting because of Xi Ying's victory suddenly fell silent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info countless people looked at each other, and for a moment they couldn't believe their ears. The competition has just begun, and the peak strength of the younger generation of the Mo family and the Xi family has met?

"In the second game, Mo Yuan, Xi Yong, let's play. ”

As if to give a positive answer to the puzzled people, Mo Kuai on the field smiled faintly and repeated.

This time, the arena, which was originally silent, was even quieter, but in the next moment, bursts of hoarse shouts accompanied by crackling applause suddenly resounded in this world, and countless eyes turned to Xi Yong and Mo Yuan, who were standing in the audience.

On the VIP seat, Xi Chongsheng, who had just shown a smile and was leisurely sipping tea, tightened his heart, and his smile slowly converged. Feng Hui, who was not far away, looked at the former with a gloating expression, and then drank the tea brought by a beautiful maid next to him in a good mood.

Sensing that everyone's eyes were coming, Xi Yong's face remained unchanged, and he jumped on the stage first.

Mo Yuan on the side, his eyes slowly swept around, and a momentum unique to the fifth stage of Puyuan was centered on his body, and it suddenly spread towards the surroundings. As soon as the body jumped, it was like a meteor falling from the sky, smashing on the stage so hard that the entire stage shook obviously.

Seeing that as soon as he came on the stage, he was such an imposing ink source, and everyone in the audience, the heat in their eyes unconsciously became a little richer. This game must be watched.

"It's really strong!" Lin Song also exclaimed at this time. The momentum alone is so oppressive, and this ink source will undoubtedly be the biggest challenge of my trip.

Xi Yong on the stage, seeing Mo Yuan's aggressive posture, his cheeks did not change in the slightest, and he arched his hand politely at Mo Yuan at the moment.

And Mo Yuan, on the other side, replied to Xi Yong quite casually, and his left hand was slowly behind him, with such a breezy appearance, he never took Xi Yong in his eyes at all.

Seeing that he was so despised, Xi Yong was also aroused a trace of anger, and he didn't talk nonsense, and his figure flashed, and he took the lead in attacking Mo Yuan in the exclamations of countless people in the audience.

Seeing that Xi Yong was attacking towards him, Mo Yuan's footsteps moved slightly, and his right palm, which contained unparalleled strength, was also fiercely towards Xi Yong's attack.

Seeing that the arena became popular in an instant, everyone in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath one by one, staring at the two people on the stage with fiery eyes, for fear that they would miss some wonderful fights.

With a blow, the two bodies separated as soon as they touched, and then they each stood on the side of the stage, staring at each other coldly.

The ink source on the stage still has a breezy appearance, but judging from his slightly rapid breathing, that Xi Yong is obviously not as easy to deal with as he imagined.

And Xi Yong's chest was constantly rising and falling, and on the surface of his left hand, a trace of red blood seeped out, obviously in this encounter, he suffered some minor injuries.

Glancing lightly at the red blood stains on his hands, Xi Yong's face was still cold, his palms trembled, and a rather rich fiery red Yuan Energy flow emerged from his palms, and his body moved, and his palms, which contained great power, flashed towards Mo Yuan again.

The palm wind came in an instant, and Mo Yuan also raised his right hand instantly, and then twisted weirdly, a wisp of Yuan Energy, instantly lingering in his hand, and then flicked his fingers, and the wisps of Yuan Energy fell off from his palm like flames, and quickly surrounded Xi Yong.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but nod their heads when they looked at the powerful attacks on the stage, although they were not very powerful, and even the patriarchs of the family in the VIP area also showed quite appreciative eyes.

"It seems that the one named Mo Yuan has only been using his right hand all along. Lin Jing in the audience stared closely at the rush in the field, her red lips opened slightly, and said.

Hearing this, Lin Xu and Lin Song were both shocked, and then hurriedly focused their eyes on Mo Yuan, and sure enough, they saw that from beginning to end, Mo Yuan's left hand had been behind his back, no matter how hard Xi Yong's move was, that hand had never been brought to him.

"It's really proud!" At this moment, Rao Yi Lin Xu's little face was also full of solemnity.

"But you have such qualifications!" Lin Song also said with a solemn face.

"What Song'er said is good, this ink source has excellent talent, give it enough time in the future, I think its achievements will definitely not be lower than Mo Kuai. If there is a chance, maybe you can become an elder of Yanjingmen in the future. Lin Yi on the side also said at this moment, and the envy in his tone was not concealed at all.

The three words of Yanjingmen entered his ears, and the faces of several elders of the Lin family on the side twitched obviously. This sect is the third largest sect in the Tongye Empire after Huanxin Gate and Chongyao Hall. That kind of existence is not something that a family like the Lin family can afford to provoke at all.

"However, in our clan, there is a little guy who is even more terrifying than Mo Yuan's cultivation talent. Looking at Lin Song, Lin Yi's voice changed and said.

"Yes, in the future, maybe Song'er will be able to enter Huanxin... Cultivating in the Chongyao Hall. The third elder on the side, Lin Gu, also said excitedly, and then seemed to realize something, and hurriedly changed his words.

His brows furrowed without a trace, and Lin Yi didn't pay attention to Lin Gu's words.

And Lin Song on the side, his little face also changed slightly, and he didn't have much affection for Huanxinmen, the sect that was very likely to have taken away his parents.

On the field, the confrontation between the two continued, and as each fight fell, the audience couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations.

In the field, I saw that Mo Yuan, who had not used his right hand until now, the fire in Xi Yong's body was even more vigorous, from childhood to adulthood, people of the same age in the clan were full of fear when they fought with themselves, and this kind of contempt similar to Mo Yuan had never been. However, the black-shirted young man in front of him did not take himself seriously at all.

The fists were clenched, and there was a crackling sound at the junction of the bones. In the next moment, Xi Yong's legs stomped on the ground, and the wisps of fiery red Yuan Neng suddenly wrapped the entire surface of his feet, and his body actually rose directly from the ground, leaning slightly sideways, carrying his fierce feet, and kicked directly at Mo Yuan.

"Zhu Yan's legs!"

Seeing that Xi Yong's offensive was more than twice as fierce as just now, Mo Yuan's eyes finally flashed with a look of seriousness.

Xi Yong's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, his sharp leg technique flashed in front of Mo Yuan's eyes, and then he carried a rather strong fiery red yuan energy and kicked at the latter's chest.

With his right hand in front of his chest, he took Xi Yong's leg with full strength, and Mo Yuan's body also stepped back with a "swish", and with each step of his fall, the stage was obviously dangling, and at the place where he landed, faint footprints quietly appeared.

was blocked by Mo Yuan, Xi Yong's legs kicked again, and the fierce offensive was to condense again.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!" "Every time Xi Yong's foot falls, it will bring huge strength, and under such continuous attacks, Rao is Mo Yuan's strength, and his right hand is also a little numb by the shock, and the defense is gradually a little stretched.

"If you don't leave your left hand, I'm afraid Mo Yuan won't be able to bear it!" Lin Xu in the audience stared straight at the middle of the field and said.

"Well, I just don't know, will he resist for the sake of face!" Lin Jing on the side also said softly.

"Face, it's not worth a lot of money in this arena, as long as you can win, then you can convince everything. Lin Song smiled and said.

Mo Yuan in the field, his body kept retreating, tired of defense, and a few times he was almost bullied by Xi Yong, that thrilling picture, everyone in the audience couldn't help shouting.

Mo Kuai, who was sitting on the rostrum, the smile on his original face also disappeared at this moment, his big hand shook slightly, staring at the ink source in the field tightly, and there was a touch of reproach in his eyes.

"Oh, this idiot, what kind of face do you care about at this time!" Several elders of the Mo family not far away couldn't help but rush after seeing Mo Yuan's dangerous situation at the moment. As the first person of the younger generation of the Mo family, it would be a pity if he failed to advance because of carelessness.

Once again, he resisted Xi Yong's fierce leg, and the strength on it shook Mo Yuan to the point where his blood was churning, and his body retreated to the edge of the stage under the nervous gaze of the elders of the Mo family.

Seeing that he was about to force Mo Yuan off the stage, Xi Yong was suddenly overjoyed, and the force on the soles of his feet was strengthened again, and he wanted to knock Mo Yuan off the stage.

Feeling that this leg was much more fierce than before, Mo Yuan finally took a deep breath, and then under the expectation of many Mo family elders, he quickly pulled his left hand from his back to his chest, and then joined forces with his right hand to firmly grasp Xi Yong's leg whose attack power was extremely weak.

Pulling out his left hand, Mo Yuan's figure also quickly stabilized, grabbed Xi Yong's calf with both hands, and with a sudden force, he wanted to throw it at the sidelines.

At the critical moment, Xi Yong used his strength to quickly withdraw his legs, and then the soles of his feet stumbled and fell on the stage.

Seeing that Mo Yuan turned from danger to safety, many elders on the stage couldn't help wiping the sweat on their faces, and the hearts that originally mentioned their throats and eyes were slowly put down.

"Pretty good force. But that's about it. Gently rubbing his somewhat numb right hand, Mo Yuan looked at Xi Yong on the other side and said lightly.

Seeing that Mo Yuan was still this light and breezy appearance, Xi Yong's eyes were faintly cold.

"Megalomania!"

"Next, I'll let you taste my Xi Family's Flame Three Uniques, and see if you can still be as leisurely as now!"

Taking a deep breath, Xi Yong's palms trembled, and his upper yuan energy flickered, and the fiery red yuan energy was like a beating flame, dangerous and weird.