The big man struck everywhere on the stage, but he never caught him. But the little man was very nimble, and kept taking advantage of the wide conditions of the field to maneuver with him. The big man secretly learned a lot smarter after suffering a few losses, he stood still and did not take the initiative to attack the little man.

The little man wandered around the perimeter for a while, and found that the big man had been standing still, and thought that he had exhausted his strength, so he rushed up to give the big man the final blow. But it didn't come to pass, the big man laughed and struck at the little man's empty door, and the little man fell to the ground and never got up again.

Mo Sang looked at this martial arts competition and was a little interesting, although he couldn't learn any powerful martial arts and swordsmanship, but it could allow him to gain a lot of experience when fighting with people.

After the little man was carried off the stage, a round of enthusiastic cheers erupted in the venue. Most of these people who came to watch were martial arts practitioners, and only occasionally a few cultivators. Most of them just came to see the excitement, and they didn't want to actually compete on stage. Therefore, it is natural that there is little sympathy for those who are defeated, and only those who remain on the ring are cheered for by the winners.

The audience saw that the big man was strong, and no one came to the stage after being deserted for a long time. When the referee was about to ring the golden bell to announce the promotion of the big man, a man in white wearing a mask and holding a fan jumped on the high platform. Because of the peculiar costume and the courage to fight against the big man, the man in white received warm applause from the audience before he could do it.

The man danced gracefully and said to the big man.

"In the lower iron face scholar, come to learn the high tricks of the lower brother's platform. ”

Seeing that the man in white who claimed to be an iron-faced scholar, his breath was stable, and he was quite confident in his gestures, and he couldn't help but be a little cautious. He sank and made a posture of Zama step, and said with his hands clenched into fists.

"Since my brother has come to the stage, there is no need to be polite, let's see it directly!"

After the big man finished speaking, he pounced with the strength of his feet, and the iron-faced scholar gently waved the fan in his hand, and a strong force hit the big man's fist. Although the big man was not repulsed, the iron-masked scholar easily retreated to safety with the help of this counter-thrust. The first blow of the Great Han missed, and then launched a second wave of attacks, but the second wave of attacks also missed like the previous one.

Mo Sang looked at the two people on the field from the audience, and analyzed in his heart: This big man must not be the opponent of the iron-faced scholar, although he felt that he had the upper hand with amazing momentum. However, the iron-masked scholar had already seen all his attack routines, perhaps just teasing his opponent and draining his physical strength.

Mo Sang looked at it for a while, and sure enough, as he said, the big man failed to touch the iron-faced scholar after more than a dozen attacks in a row, and at the same time, he was in a hurry, and at the same time, the door was already open.

Another season of attack failed, and the scholar seized the opportunity to hit the big man's waist and eye violently, and the powerful force instantly hit the big man's fragile waist. I only heard a crisp "click", and the big man fell to the ground with his face twisted and screamed loudly. Mo San estimated that the blow broke the big man's ribs, no wonder he was in such pain. If you don't make a move, it's just a fatal blow. The iron-faced scholar did have some strength, and at the beginning, Mo Sang had already seen that the big man had just practiced some hard qigong of foreign body refining. Although the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, it is not an impregnable wall, as long as you find the position of his body, you can defeat the enemy with one blow.

The iron-faced scholar didn't make another move after knocking down the big man, but just stood in place and opened his fan, fanning the wind gracefully while looking at the big man who fell to the ground. The big man was also more knowledgeable, knowing that he was not an opponent and did not insist anymore, he shouted softly to surrender and was helped down by the attendants waiting below.

The iron-masked scholar smiled lightly and watched the waves of cheers on the field. When Mo saw this, he felt that this game had some meaning.

The strength displayed by the iron-faced scholar was enough to prove that he was a master of cultivating Dao Immortal Arts, and no one on the field dared to challenge him easily for a while. The iron-masked scholar stood on the high platform and looked at the people in the audience calmly, and after a long silence, a man in a yellow robe flew to the top of the high platform with a flying sword.

The man was of medium height, about forty years old, and had a very decent appearance. As soon as the flying sword came out, the audience erupted in fierce cheers. Obviously, those martial arts people had also seen that the two people standing on the stage at this time were cultivators. This Sword Sect Conference was originally held by cultivators, and it was originally intended to attract cultivators to come to the competition. Although those who practice foreign martial arts can also compete on the stage, they can never stay at the end, and only this competition of cultivators can arouse everyone's enthusiasm.

The national character face rushed to the iron-faced scholar and bowed and said.

"In the lower arbor, I will learn the high law of Taoist friends. ”

The iron-faced scholar also returned the salute respectfully and said a word of please. The two of them were no longer polite, and each of them put on a position to prepare for a move. Both of them are monks, and they naturally have a little bit of a bottom in each other's hearts. That Qiao Mu knew that the duel between cultivators was often won or lost in an instant, and whoever seized the opportunity would often be able to control the situation.

Qiao Mu's right hand pointed forward, and the flying sword flew out of his sleeve robe quickly. The flying sword grew from the size of a palm to a battle away, and the flying sword swooped down with a dripping momentum. At this time, the iron-faced scholar was no longer as calm as he had dealt with that big man, and he carefully parried the attacking flying sword.

The audience erupted in cheers again, and the competition of this cultivator was naturally much more exciting than that of ordinary cultivators. Those who come to see the excitement are naturally looking for such excitement, and they are not stingy with their enthusiasm at all, and the whole venue has reached a peak.

Mo Sang carefully watched the changes in the two of them and the various countermeasures when dealing with the enemy, although his skills were much stronger than these people, and he also had superior swordsmanship, but he was always too inexperienced in this fight. The first few times he worked with others, he had already discovered these shortcomings of himself, but no one usually talked to him to let him train. At this time, when you see an opportunity, you naturally have to take a good look.

Although the fighting methods of cultivators are often compared with the depth of internal breath and the sophistication of the formation swordsmanship used. However, at this time, Mo San, who had not yet reached the Dancheng stage, did not have the ability to use formations, and most of the enemies he was dealing with now were still similar to ordinary people. Therefore, this fighting experience is very important, not to mention that the two people on the stage are already at the level of immortal masters. This kind of battle between true qi and true qi, internal breath and internal breath is rare, and Mo Sang has studied more seriously.