"Golmud, good job!"

"Kill that dwarf on the other side with your iron fist!"

"Listen to you, you dwarf, no matter how powerful you are, if you meet Iron Fist Golmud, you will go to ****!"

......

Hearing the cheers of the crowd around him, Golmud, who was standing shirtless in the middle of the crowd, roared excitedly, raised his muscular arms, and slammed them into his chest.

"Smack!"

The sturdy voice clearly reached the ears of everyone on the field, and it instantly ignited the blood boiling people like igniting a dynamite barrel.

The people around him were almost crazy, men and women, frantically tearing the clothes on themselves and the people around them, screaming one after another in the arena.

Golmud lifted the thigh that was as thick as an elephant and stomped it on the wooden board of the ring, his eyes cruel and hideous as he looked at the short man who was almost unsteady on his feet, and showed a bloody smile like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

As the setting sun left its last rays in the sky, a series of sounds broke out of the windows outside the hottest gym in the White City, and then a dead corpse was ruthlessly thrown out like garbage.

A passer-by took a curious look and found that it was a short man with a blur of flesh and blood.

Golmud won again, arrogantly standing on the stage and spitting and yelling: "Come on, come on, come and challenge you Uncle Golmud, you bastards." ”

For a while, no one dared to stop its edge......

The people in the stands around were passionate, laughing with the arrogant Golmud, venting their resentment for various reasons. The whole deafening laughter reached the outside of the gym, and all passers-by ran away in fright.

After a stick of incense, no one dared to get on the stage of all the boxers who were ready to step down, and the ring was still empty, like a medal of Golmud, showing off to everyone.

"Golmud has won 17 fights in a row today, and I think he will definitely be the champion today. ”

"I think too, Golmud's iron fist is so hard that it shatters the sternum of the short man just now with one punch. ”

"Not necessarily, I heard that a few days ago there was a barbarian, who began to defend in the morning, and until the evening, he won more than seventeen games in a row, and all those who challenged him were torn in half by him, and it was extremely bloody, and everyone thought that he had won, but finally a mysterious man in a black robe came, and beat the barbarian with two blows to vomit blood. Therefore, if this Golmud wants to be the king of this boxing, he has to pass the level of the black-robed mysterious man to be finished, so he will make up his mind now?

"Is that really that good that guy you're talking about?"

"You still don't believe it? A lot of people saw it that day. ”

"That's right, that's right, I've seen that mysterious person, and I'm afraid this Golmud is really not his opponent. ”

...............

During this time when Golmud was alone in the ring, the prestige of this mysterious man in black robe gradually spread.

Golmud, who was covered in muscles and beard, was very angry when he heard the sound of the gradual commotion around him, and he was a little uneasy, as if he shouted loudly for himself: "What kind of black robe, you have the ability to come out, come out to challenge you Uncle Golmud, you come!"

The sound of Golmud's roar like a beast instantly spread throughout the entire boxing arena, and everyone gradually lost their voices, for fear that there would already be some crazy Golmud who would cut himself, and the entire boxing arena suddenly fell silent.

Golmud looked around the audience, looked at everyone's uneasy expressions, and sneered: "What is he? Do you have the ability to let him come? Come and challenge? Hmph, I don't think he can even compare to his mother's rat shit, just ****** a bad seed." ”

Everyone was shocked, and no one dared to touch the moldy head of Golmud.

At this moment, as if in response to Golmud's words, a crisp sound of footsteps came from the dark place where the challenger came to the stage, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Click, click, click, click..."

The feet in the darkness stepped unhurriedly on the smooth blue-gray stone slab, bringing a crisp and neat sound. There was no pause in step by step, step by step with the same rhythm, giving Golmud on the stage an invisible oppression, which made him suddenly break out in a white sweat.

At the gathering of the eyes of the surrounding people, there was a black blurred person, as everyone said, he was wearing a black robe, and the robe was wearing a hat, covering the whole person's body under the robe, showing mystery.

The people around screamed and cheered, and then they stopped talking, just looked at this strongman who was about to take the stage with their fanatical eyes, not wanting to affect their viewing of Golmud on the stage because of their words. Golmud's arrogance made everyone angry, just now because no one could restrain him, so everyone endured it, and now, hum, the people who support the waist are here, see how you die.

Golmud's eyes widened like a big brass bell, staring at the mysterious-looking person standing firmly in front of him, feeling that this person was full of uncomfortable breath all over his body, and suddenly shouted as if he was bold: "Pretend to be a ghost, today I will let you meet your grandfather." Before he finished speaking, Golmud's feet had already stepped out back and forth, and in an instant, he came to the black robe's body, clenched two right fists the size of sandbags, and slammed into the black robe's left face with a gust of wind.

Looking at the sandbag in front of him, the black-robed mysterious man's mouth under the hat was lightly pursed, and he smiled contemptuously, and his right hand reached out like lightning, hitting the joint of Golmud's right arm, and Golmud's right arm suddenly slammed and deviated to the side. Immediately afterwards, the black-robed mysterious man made an eagle claw with his left hand, attacked from below, and clasped it on the throat of Golmud, who was rushing, stretched his left foot slightly, twisted the back joint of his left hand suddenly, turned his waist, and slammed Golmud into the wooden board of the ring, making a loud bang.

The surrounding audience didn't react to what was happening for a while, and when they came back to their senses, the black-robed mysterious man had disappeared, leaving only a faint voice in the air full of excited hormones:

“...... It's too slow. ”

"See, Golmud was defeated, defeated by the black-robed mysterious man. ”

"Fool, anyone with long eyes knows that Golmud is defeated, but do you see how the mysterious man did it?"

“...... I only saw Golmud throw his right fist, and then he fell on the stage with a flower in front of me, is there any inside story?"

"It's stupid to say you're stupid, and I don't see it clearly, but it's definitely not that simple. ”

..................

Everyone talked for a long time, and someone remembered to look at Golmud who had fallen in the ring, but he fainted, and there was a pit in the wooden ring under his head, which was not big or small, and it exactly matched his head.

With the fall of Golmud, the night completely shrouded the sky, leaving no gaps in detail.

Mo Xie looked through the back door of the White City Boxing Gym in a black robe and sneaked out, ignoring the screams and cheers from behind.

Mo Ye expertly dressed the crisscrossing alleys and returned to the house where he could now give nothing but sleep.

Yuehua was like practice, and gently sprinkled into the house, covering Mo Ye's body, bringing a deep cold.

Mo Xie couldn't sleep a little tonight, opened his eyes and looked at the empty roof, thinking about his thoughts over and over again.

This place is called Xuanxuan Continent, and it is a place with a magical power.

This power is called Xuan Li, and cultivators divide it into nine layers, each with nine levels.

This kind of power is not available to everyone, just like today's Golmud, but the power is a little greater, and if you meet someone with mystical power, you will definitely lose.

Mo Xie was upset when he thought of today's cheers, and said with some self-deprecation: "What am I? How about defeating him? ”

His family is one of the best Mo families in Baicheng, with many talents, masters like clouds, and Xuanli cultivation is a compulsory course, but he has practiced for ten years but still has no progress. Then, followed by the exile of the family and the ridicule of everyone, even the most ordinary family support did not have his share, forcing him to go to the boxing gym to compete with an ordinary person with his own Xuanji.

Mo Xie thought of this and felt a little aggrieved in his heart, so he suddenly stood up from the bed, looked at the starry sky outside and complained about his gaffe and shouted, "Dead God, what do you want?"

The voice gradually disappeared, Mo Xie looked at the sky deadly, and after a while, he sat down decadently, thinking, what is the use of scolding?

And, like this, Mo Xie doesn't know how many times his memory can be reviewed.

Mo Ye, who was lying on the bed with insomnia, fell asleep in a daze at some point.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Ye gradually woke up, helped himself up and shook his head that was a little painful, revealing a trace of helplessness.

got up and opened the door, took two deep breaths of fresh air, and walked towards the martial arts training ground.

The martial arts training ground was built by the Mo family in order to cultivate junior talents, the venue is wide, and all kinds of equipment are complete, which can be said to be the best place to cultivate Xuanli.

Walking on the road, Mo Xie automatically filtered out the disdain and contempt that all the disciples in the family looked at him, calmly puffed up his chest, and walked on the road without squinting.

"Hmph, isn't it just a waste, what's the spirit?"

"That's it, looking at his untidy appearance, he has been cultivating for ten years, and he is not even as good as an ordinary person, and he has lost the face of his family. ”

"This is why the Great Elder is kind and generous, so he raised such a white eater. ”

"Shhhh ”

The two people who were pointing behind Mo Ye suddenly saw Mo Ye suddenly looking back, and they were taken aback, there was nothing to be a thief, and one of them glared at him viciously, and then pulled the person next to him away.

Mo Ye looked at the backs of the two, his face was very calm, but his hands were clenched tightly together, and his nails entered the flesh deeply, overflowing with a trace of blood.

Suddenly, Mo Xie let go of his hand and continued to walk helplessly, with sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

This is indeed his sorrow, ten years of cultivation of Xuan Li has not made any progress, and even he himself can't help but ridicule.

Under everyone's pressure on him, Mo Xie came to the martial arts training ground, ready to start a day's training.

At this time, a handsome-looking person, but his eyes revealed a ruthless face, walked in front of Mo Ye, and said with a fake face as if he was concerned: "Oh, isn't this my cousin?

Mo Xie ignored him, as if he hadn't heard the obvious sarcasm, and continued to prepare the equipment for exercise.

This person saw that Mo Xie ignored him, and he didn't bother himself, so he stood in front of Mo Ye from a distance and stared at him tightly.

After a while, two more people came here, standing next to the person in the lead, and a very hideous-looking person was the first to speak: "Hey, waste, our boss wants to use you to practice your hands and learn from each other, you won't give this face, right?"

Hearing this, Mo Xie raised his head, glanced at the three people in front of him, and showed an extremely disgusted look.

These three people are headed by the first person in the middle, named Mo Li, who is a side disciple, but the other two are only a little related to the Mo family, and their status is extremely low.

Although Morley is just a sideline, his status is much higher than that of Mo and Mo Loss, so these two whiskers are both using Mo Li as a saddle.

To say that this Mo Li is very annoying, Mo Ye has been bullied by everyone in the family because he has never been able to cultivate Xuan Li, and this Mo Li is one of the most rampant people.

Some self-confident disciples didn't bother to take care of Mo Ye at all, they ignored him, even if they were face-to-face, they wouldn't say a word, when there was no such person, although Mo Xie felt uncomfortable in his heart, he comforted himself and said that this is better than a person who steps on his wounds.

But some people with a lower status in the family will not have this kind of mentality and consciousness, such as this Mo Li, whose qualifications are very low, and his Xuanli is now only a third-order, and he is a neglected type of person in the family, but because of the aura of the Mo family, their personalities have become extremely arrogant.

They can't see that anyone is stronger than him, jealousy makes them psychologically distorted to the extreme, and he can't afford to provoke people with high status, so he finds some soft persimmons to pinch, so as to improve his status in front of outsiders.

The best soft persimmon is undoubtedly Mo Ye, so this hypocrite Mo Li often comes to Mo Ye, saying very nicely, just helping, but in the end, Mo Ye always gets hurt all over his body.

Mo Xie sneered in his heart, Hmph, it's not that I'm used to practice, and Mo Li, a coward, only dares to play his pitiful prestige in front of me.

Mo Ye just stared at these three people, his eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to pierce the hearts of these three people.

The three of them were a little hairy, and Morley coughed twice to strengthen himself, and thought to himself repeatedly, he was a waste, he was a waste. After a while, he came to his senses, and just as he was about to say something to support the scene, he was choked back by Mo Ye's cold words, "Just the three of you dare to come to me to talk, hum, laugh to death." ”

Morley's face was flushed by this direct ridicule, and he didn't care about maintaining his hypocritical image of caring and caring for his cousin, so he directly intensified his screaming sarcasm: "Hmph, what's wrong with you, who do you think you are? You idiot and waste, you just deliberately bullied you? What can you do?"

After speaking, he raised his fist and taught this cousin who didn't know the times a good lesson. But he didn't realize that Mo Xie, a waste without a little bit of mysteriousness, dared to make the first move, and before his words fell, Mo Xie's swift fist had already swung all his strength towards Mo Li's face, and slammed into the bridge of his nose without the slightest defense, and suddenly blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Morley was blinded for a moment, and he didn't react to what was going on for a long time, and he didn't even notice that his nose was almost not interrupted, and now it was still bleeding blood.

Seeing that the boss was beaten, Mo Yu Mo was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to look any further, and waved his fist to clean up this waste that dared to take the initiative to beat people.

Although these two people are very wasteful, they have also practiced to the level of the second layer of Xuanli, which is far from being comparable to Mo Ye, a waste who is simply supported by the body.

Mo Xie relied on the poor but very practical experience of fighting in the gym to barely be able to deal with these two.

After a while, the unresponsive Mo Li also joined the battle group, from the beginning Mo Ye barely parryed, to passive defense, and finally became the three of them like three mad dogs constantly beating.

The three of them twisted into a ball, dust was everywhere, and after a while, they were surrounded by Mo family disciples, looking at this farce with a grin, and no one had the intention of intervening to stop it.

In the end, I don't know who reported the news, so that Mo Xie's second sister got the news, which calmed down the turmoil like four mad dogs.

Mo Ye's room was in an extremely remote place within the Mo family's territory, which was also a way for the family to indirectly exile Mo Ye.

In the room, Mo Ye's second sister Mo Yan was medicating Mo Ye's wounds.

"Brother, they're too much, I'm going to sue them for a long time. Mo Yan looked at the injuries on Mo Ye's body with distress and comforted sympathetically.

"No, I'm fine. Feeling Mo Yan's care, Mo Ye said coldly, not appreciating it at all, and when he saw Mo Yan looking over, he turned his head indifferently.

"Brother, how can you be like this, if I hadn't arrived in time this time, you might have ......" Mo Yan saw Mo Ye's attitude like this, and suddenly became a little angry.

"Hmph, what's wrong with me? What else can I do? If it weren't for you nine years ago, you ......" Mo Xie looked at Mo Yan sarcastically and didn't say any more.

"I ...... , Didn't my sister apologize to you a long time ago?Why are you still so obsessed?" Mo Yan's tone suddenly weakened when he heard the mention of nine years ago.

"Apologize, if apology could fix my body, I would have forgiven you a long time ago, but I'm still a wasted person. Mo Xie's words were very ruthless, very ruthless, and even revealed an extremely deep hatred and an unspeakable despair.

Mo Yan didn't say anything more, and continued to bandage Mo Ye's wounds, a burst of guilt flashing in his eyes.

The room fell silent, and neither of them had any desire to speak again, until there was a knock on the door.

The stubborn Mo Ye twisted his head and thought to himself, no one has come to my shabby house except me for a year, and this time I am afraid that I am looking for Mo Yan.

Sure enough, Mo Yan walked out and talked a few words with the Mo family disciple who came over, then turned around and said to Mo Ye, who was so indifferent that he ignored her, "Let's go, the Great Elder wants to see you." ”

Mo Xie just wanted to open his mouth to ask what was the matter, but as if he remembered something, he held his words back in his stomach. Mo Yan looked at this stubborn younger brother who couldn't let go, shook his head gently, and muttered in a voice that he couldn't even hear clearly, as if talking to himself: "This is what I owe him in my life." ”