The cheers and shouts of the crowd were louder, and Mo Ye couldn't understand them, but he understood what they meant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He walked slowly, with each step steadily, he was getting acquainted with his body, and with each step, the muscles of his body contracted, and he knew a little more about his strength.

There was a surge of power from that heart, and the blood flowed a little faster with each step, so much so that he trampled the dead grass by two points as he landed.

The expression on Agoura's face was a little solemn, he also didn't believe that Mo Ye could defeat Gruul, Mo Ye was injured, even if he was not injured, he was not Guru's opponent at all.

The Barbarians are powerful, and the Terrans are more flexible, and if they are on the battlefield, the Terrans can use their flexible advantages to fight with the Barbarians.

But this is not a battlefield, there is not much space here, and there is not much place to wander in the ink night.

This battle could not be stopped, because for these barbarians, they only respect warriors in their simple minds, and the definition of warriors is very simple, that is, those who can defeat themselves are warriors.

Agoura took a deep breath and sat down slowly in his chair, but suddenly glanced back and frowned.

He sensed a man hiding next to a house behind him, but he didn't see it, and he turned back again, his eyes falling into the middle of the field.

Mo Ye stood in the middle, and Gruul cracked his mouth and laughed, muttering something in his mouth, and Mo Ye looked confused.

"I'll have to teach this kid the language of the barbarian in the future, otherwise it's too much trouble. Thinking so, Agoura said loudly: "He doesn't understand, Guru, don't talk nonsense, I tell you, this is a competition, point to the end, don't kill people!"

Gruul's hands squeezed each other, and his thick knuckles crackled.

He was about two and a half meters tall, and Mo Ye looked very small in front of him, like a rabbit standing next to a male lion.

The battle was about to begin, and the crowd was still cheering in high spirits, except for Agoura's occasional feeling, no one noticed that at the foot of the wall where Agoura's eyes swept over, there was a woman in black hidden in the shadows.

She is shallow, the ghost of the Night Clan is shallow, and the star list is ranked third, but almost no one knows the shallow.

She walked in the shadows like a ghost.

She is the best assassin among the younger generation of disciples in the Moon God Temple, her star soul is a top-level red star soul, and she was entrusted by Hua Xiaoyu to come to protect Mo Ye for two years.

Why protect Ink Night?

She didn't ask, because Hua Xiaoyu was her teacher, the most honorable hall master of the Moon God Temple, although she was sweeping the floor every day, it was just a hobby of her for many years.

The relationship between the Night Empire and the Flowing Fire Dynasty was hot and cold, and it fell to the freezing point ten years ago, and the two sides stationed 800,000 troops in Bailuyuan on the border between the two countries, and the battle was about to break out, and it seemed that it was just a fuse.

Qing Qian held a pitch-black dagger in her hand, which did not reflect the slightest luster, she aimed at her waist and hid in the shadows, a pair of cat-like eyes staring at the martial arts arena, and a pair of ears also turned slightly like a cat's ears, catching the sound coming from all directions.

"It's really self-defeating, so weak, and not yet a cultivator, how can you compete with the barbarians?

Qing Qian thought so in her heart, the only thing she found strange was the barbarian named Agoura, why would he accept such a human as Mo Ye?

But this also seems to be a good thing, the teacher just said protection, not to bring Mo Ye back, if Mo Ye stays on the territory of the barbarians, at least let those humans who want to kill Mo Ye throw a mouse taboo, and dare not kill it in the open.

Then there is only assassination, and what Qingshan is best at is assassination.

Guru was waiting for Mo Ye to attack, he felt that with his great strength, it seemed a little disdainful if he was the first to strike, he swung his fist and hit his chest, then stretched out a hand, raised a finger, and hooked Mo Ye, with a disdain in his eyes that was not concealed at all.

Mo Ye's hands slowly clenched into fists, he was a foot away from Guru, his eyes became indifferent, his expression became cold, a momentum suddenly came from his body, and the wide robe moved without wind.

"Smack!"

His feet slammed into the ground, his body shot out, followed by a bend of his elbow and a punch, and then a punch that slammed out.

Guru laughed, he didn't have to block that punch at all, he didn't have to block it, what could he do if that punch hit him?

Agoura lowered his head, turned sideways, and grabbed a bunch of grapes from a plate in the hands of a maid next to him, and before he could turn around, he heard a muffled "bang!", followed by a crisp "pop!".

The crowd erupted in an earth-shattering exclamation, and Agoura looked up, suddenly startled, he thought that Mo Ye would be blasted out by Gruul's punch without accident, but he didn't expect it to be Gruul who flew out!

Mo Ye took three steps back, and Guru flew out two feet.

Guru rolled over and stood up from the ground, there was a fierce light flowing in his eyes, he was very angry, he was smashed away by this weak human punch, this is simply impossible, careless.

Mo Ye still stood quietly, but his heart was extremely shocked.

After sleeping for fifteen days, his strength was countless times stronger than before! He didn't expect to be able to smash Gruul into the air with one punch, he thought that the power of this punch should be able to fight against Gruul.

You have to re-examine your own strength, and you have to find a time to figure out why.

Gruul stretched his arms a few times, slowly arched his body, "Whoa......!" With a roar, Gruul rushed frantically towards Moye.

Knock that weak human into the air! Beat that little creature to the point of vomiting blood! I am a warrior of the barbarians, and I must regain the dignity of a warrior!

Mo Ye still didn't move, he looked indifferently at the tall guy who was getting closer and closer, and then closed his fist to his waist, and struck it out like a flint when Gruul's punch hit.

It was a no-brainer collision, with a small fist hitting the big fist like an egg hitting a stone.

"Boom......!"

The two fists collided in the air, and Mo Ye took three more steps back, but Gruul kicked back six steps in a row. Like a roaring bull, Gruul let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed towards the night again.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, he only used seventy percent of his strength for the punch just now, and he decided to strike with all his strength.

He took a sharp step forward with his left foot, collapsing the ground five inches.

Sideways, with your fists at your waist, twist your waist and punch!

Gruul's fist has arrived, and so has Moye's fist.

"Bang!"

Mo Ye didn't retreat a step, Guru flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and there was a sudden silence on the field, and all the barbarians opened their mouths wide, watching Guru fall to the ground with a "boom".

Agoura suddenly stood up, and the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

Guru got up from the ground with difficulty, slowly walked into the middle, smashed his right fist on his chest, and then bowed down respectfully to Mo Ye, this is the highest respect for warriors!