On the school field, it was quiet, and everyone looked at Mo Wen and Yang Qi, because they all knew that the battle between the two of them would determine the final champion of the battalion competition, and it was also the highest honor in military training.

For many people, university military training is an unforgettable memory for a lifetime, and being able to pull out the banner of victory among thousands of students is probably enough to be proud of for a lifetime.

"Mo Wen is against that Yang Qi, which of them do you think will win?"

The round-faced girl stepped forward.

"Of course I don't ask." Qin Xiaoyou almost subconsciously said, I don't know when she started, she had an unsurprising confidence in Mo Wen.

"Cut, that's not necessarily, I know that Yang Qi, his family background is noble, he is young and promising, and his skills are still above me." Wang Xiaofei raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou, I guess, Mo Wen will definitely be beaten into a pig's head by Yang Qi." ”

"Yang Qi is so good, you can just marry him."

Qin Xiaoyou glanced at Wang Xiaofei.

"Ouch, I didn't say hello, someone was immediately upset." Wang Xiaofei stretched out her hand and pinched Qin Xiaoyou's pink face and said, "I won't marry Yang Qi, Miss Ben can't look down on it." ”

"Go and don't interfere with other people's watching the game."

Qin Xiaoyou stretched out his hand to knock off Wang Xiaofei's hand, focusing on the center of the venue, and his little hand clenched again inadvertently.

"Don't ask, I've admired the name for a long time."

Yang Qi sneered, looked at Mo not far away and asked.

"Who are you?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, he didn't understand why this young man was hostile to him.

"My name is Yang Qi, you may not know me, but from now on, you will definitely remember this name deeply."

Yang Qi moved his hands and feet with a calm expression.

"You're pretty confident." Mo Wen smiled noncommittally.

"I'll admit you're a bit awesome, but when you meet me, that's the end of it. In addition, I would like to remind you, don't get too close to Qin Xiaoyou, otherwise you will be unlucky. ”

Yang Qi looked at Mo Wen playfully, although he didn't believe that Mo Wen had any ambiguous relationship with Qin Xiaoyou, he didn't like a man to get too close to the woman he liked.

"I don't need you to remind you if you are unlucky, let's make a move, I want to see if the work on your hands can be as good as the work on your mouth."

Mo Wen suddenly smiled a little awkwardly, it turned out that it was related to Qin Xiaoyou. He was strange, he obviously didn't have anything to do with Qin Xiaoyou, why did so many people look at him unpleasantly.

Yang Qi didn't say much, as soon as he stepped out, the momentum of the whole person changed, and a sharp edge instantly emanated from him, and his eyes were cold at this moment, which was quite coercive.

I saw him appear in front of Mo Wen after a few simple steps, and as soon as his right hand was stretched out, a burst of air pressure burst out, directly grabbing Mo Wen's shoulder.

Mo Wen felt a slight weight in his body, and the air around him seemed to be a little thicker.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, the method of gathering qi into pressure can be very clever in controlling internal qi, and generally only ancient martial artists in the Tongmai realm can use it against the enemy.

Yang Qi is only in the middle stage of internal breathing, and he can exert qi gathering pressure, which shows that his level in the ancient martial arts is still above Wang Xiaofei.

And the momentum that erupts instantly when he shoots is probably only available to those who have really killed people.

Yang Qi's overall appearance is definitely not comparable to Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, who have studied ancient martial arts for several years.

"Something interesting."

Mo Wen smiled with interest, and finally met an opponent who spoke like that. Really speaking, Yang Qicai is like a martial arts person who walks the rivers and lakes, as for Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, they are just juniors who have studied for a few years at most.

Facing Yang Qi's inevitable grasp, Mo Wen's body shook slightly, and a strange fluctuation emanated from him, and then the air pressure that Yang Qi had finally condensed disappeared.

Mo Wen's feet moved slightly, and he walked out in an inch, and instantly broke away from Yang Qi's grasp. The figure appeared on Yang Qi's left side at an incredible angle, and blasted out with a punch, heading straight for Yang Qi's left ribs.

Mo Wen disappeared from front of him in an instant, and a strong wind hit his left rib, and Yang Qi's complexion suddenly changed.

He didn't understand why Mo Wen could easily escape from under his air pressure, and appeared strangely on his left side.

Only an ancient martial artist who cultivates to be much higher than his opponent can ignore the opponent's air pressure, is Mo Wen still a master who cultivates far above him?!

No way!

Yang Qi instantly denied the idea in his heart, he could ignore his air pressure, at least he was also an ancient martial artist in the Tongmai realm, how big was it? Even if you start cultivating ancient martial arts from your mother's womb, you can't become an ancient martial artist in the Tongmai realm at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

He Yang Qi has been cultivating in the master since he was a child, and he has worked hard for more than ten years, but he is only in the middle of his internal breath, and he is still called a genius in the master. Don't ask why he can have the cultivation of the Tongmai realm, unless he is a peerless demon like the five monsters of Huada.

So the thought was just a matter of a moment, in the face of Mo Wen's attacking fist, Yang Qi did not flash, and punched back with his left hand, ready to fight Mo Wen hard. He wanted to see if Mo asked if he really had such a terrible cultivation.

However, Mo Wen suddenly turned his fist into a claw and wrapped around Yang Qi's fist strangely.

Yang Qi's heavy fist seemed to hit the cotton, and he couldn't exert his strength at all. He was startled, and he was about to retract his fist, but it was too late, Mo Wen grabbed his fist and dragged it back, and with the help of force, Yang Qi's body leaned forward uncontrollably.

"Hmph, carving insect skills."

Yang Qi saw that Mo Wen didn't throw him away, and he was not surprised but overjoyed, so it can be concluded that Mo Wen's cultivation is not as good as him, and it is estimated that he will be in the late stage after that. Otherwise, with the help of a pull, he will definitely fly out.

Thinking of this, Yang Qi instantly became angry, and did not resist at all, but kicked his feet, his body pounced forward, flipped, and swept out with one leg, ready to pump Mo Wen away.

Mo Wen smiled weirdly, let go of the left hand that grabbed Yang Qi, and met the leg that Yang Qi smashed down with both fists.

An abrupt tiger roar sounded strangely, as if a giant tiger was roaring in the sky.

The domineering tiger roar made Yang Qi's mind dizzy for a moment, and the strength on his feet suddenly decreased a few points.

The next moment, fists and feet collided, a dull sound broke out, and Yang Qi's whole person suddenly flew out, flying out four or five meters before smashing to the ground.

Mo Wen stood on the ground with his feet on the ground, not moving.

"You...... What kind of punch is that? ”

Yang Qi got up from the ground with a pale face, and the fall just now almost knocked him to pieces. Especially in the legs, the pain of piercing the heart is constantly transmitted to the brain. Although he didn't check it, he knew that his calf was estimated to be swollen.

With that punch just now, Mo Wen almost burst out with a strength no less than his, and he accidentally landed.

If the two of them fought against each other on the flat ground, he might not lose, but he was suspended in the air just now, and his strength was invisibly reduced by half.

But even so, his heart was full of shock. Obviously, the cultivation of the late stage of solidity, why can it burst out with a power comparable to that of the late stage of internal breath.

And with the punch just now, a strange tiger roar sounded in his mind, and the tiger roar seemed to have the ability to kill with sound waves, and when he was suddenly hit, the strength of his legs was cut in half.

Fighting against Mo Wen, he simply lost completely.