"Brother, that's awesome!"

Looking at Zi Ming, who walked back to his seat, Xiao Yijiao laughed and gave him a small thumbs up.

"Stinky boy, you're hiding quite deeply," the old patriarch said with a smile, but there was no reproach in his words. Ziming's strength was too much for him to expect. And today's Ziming's performance undoubtedly made the patriarch's face shine, and the excitement in his heart was indescribable. Who else would dare to laugh at Ziming now? In the future, everyone will be able to accept him happily, right?

"Hehe" Ziming shook his head and smiled. When he saw that the patriarch didn't dig deeper, he was also quietly relieved.

In the field, after the end of Ziming's competition, a new round of competition began one after another!

Most of the people who can enter the top ten are famous among the juniors of the Mo family, and Du Ziming is relatively special. Originally, Ziming was able to become famous in the Mo family precisely because of the name of waste on his head.

With the passage of time, this family competition is naturally becoming more and more exciting, and occasionally, it will cause some fierce cheers in the field!

There were no three hundred rounds of fierce battles between masters, and after a few rounds of competition, the results were soon available! Unsurprisingly, Mo Lan and Mo Yin once again easily stood out with their proud strength, and with Zi Ming and the other two young men who were considered top in the Mo family, the top five places in the clan competition have already had results!

With the release of the top five places, the atmosphere in the clan hall has also quietly risen. As we all know, the next thing is the highlight of this clan competition!

After the new round of draws, Ziming's opponent is a young boy named Mo Fanlin, and it is said that his strength has also reached the level of the 8th stage of the ghost samurai. However, this can be said to be no problem for Ziming

The battle between the two began quickly after the draw of the bamboo lot, however, this match was not too much of a surprise. Zi Ming dodged in various ways, and was seizing the opportunity, preparing to attack the enemy with a rain falling pear flower needle attack! But at this moment, Mo Fanlin suddenly had abdominal pain and stepped down

Ziming wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he won before he made a move, it was really a bit unreasonable! What a dramatic life! It's a pity that this luck doesn't appear when it's really needed.

Looking at the results of the competition, even the diplomatic ambassadors opened their mouths comically and couldn't help but sigh at Ziming's luck.

"This kid's luck may be a threat to our family in the future"

"Hey, you're kidding. The Mo family is a family that occupies half of the continent in Lansydney! The only people who can sit on an equal footing with the Mo family are probably the Gu family, the Ye family, the Yang family, and the Yan family. Even if there is no such kid, wouldn't the Mo family still be able to threaten your Lu family?"

"That young man is not as powerful as you think. I've watched a few battles, and he's just good at catching the enemy's mistakes. In so many games, I haven't seen him take the initiative to attack!That's it, he can get to this point, it must have something to do with luck!" An old man in the VIP seat touched his beard and said. When it comes to analyzing the competition, it is clear that the older generation, who have more experience, can see it more thoroughly.

"Hiccup," the fat-headed, big-eared ambassador wiped his flushed face and laughed as he tried to hide his hiccups. In fact, everyone knows it, but they don't bother to expose him.

Suddenly, all eyes were on the upcoming competition. Because, next, the list of the competition in this game made everyone and even Ziming interested. Because the people who are going to fight are Mo Ziqing and Mo Yin.

The two are almost the most outstanding people among the juniors of the Lin family. Many people have speculated that this time the first place in the clan ratio, if nothing else, may be born among these two.

Mo Ziqing's tiger body jumped, jumping into the ring like an iron tower.

Mo Yin jumped onto the stone platform gracefully, dressed in blue and white neat clothes, looking a little handsome, which made many people nod slightly.

"Presumably, Mo Zi didn't like Moyin early in the morning, right? This time I was able to justifiably Moyin. Ziming touched his chin and chuckled indifferently.

"Brother, do you think Mo Ziqing has a chance of winning?"

"Why do you say that? His 'Ghost: Destiny Chaser' is not strong!"

"Look" snapped his fingers and turned to Mo Ziqing, who was retreating in the ring. Not long after this start, the two of them directly released their ghosts, and then collided together, just looking at the body, it was obviously a little unwise to collide with Mo Ziqing with a fist, but unexpectedly - Mo Yin actually had the upper hand!

"Ziqing, do you look down on me, do you use all your strength!" Looking at Mo Ziqing, Mo Yin smiled and held the hair in front of his forehead with his hand.

"Cough" Mo Ziqing pursed his lips, and his dark eyes were rare and dignified. To deal with Mo Yin's strength, he must go all out, but Mo Yin still has the time to use his other hand to support his hair.

In Mo Yin's opinion, it is not enough to defeat an opponent. What he wants is for more people to completely bow down to him! Mo Yin's battle not only severely damaged the opponent's body, but more importantly, completely destroyed the opponent psychologically!

Mo Yin grinned and sneered, his eyes were a little hot, Mo Ziqing was a very outstanding person among the juniors of the Mo family. Not only that, during the previous Beast Hunting Conference, Mo Ziqing also stole the limelight that he should have, and now he can finally take the opportunity to take revenge! Hehe, if he can defeat him today, then he will be the first person among the juniors of the Mo family!

A faint luster appeared on the bodies of the two of them, which was undoubtedly Yuan Li. Looking at the relatively rich luster on the bodies of the two, many spectators on the field were amazed!

Bang! Another bombardment! Mo Ziqing's pace staggered back a few steps again. There seems to be little technical content in this battle, but this ink sound has been carefully planned. To deal with Mo Ziqing, you have to use the strength he is best at to defeat him!

"Drink, drink!"

Mo Ziqing gasped, avoiding Mo Yin's rampage, bypassing Mo Yin and throwing left and right hooks, his stiff fists struck out a cloud of visible cyclones, which locked onto the target with the assistance of "Ghost: Career Chaser" and rushed towards Mo Yin.

Although the audience had predicted it when watching the previous competition between the two, when they saw it with their own eyes, they still couldn't help but be amazed in their hearts

Being able to have such strength at this age in itself shows the potential of the two, if they are cultivated well, the future will definitely not be low.

The old patriarch looked at this scene and nodded with a smile. The outstanding performance of these juniors obviously did not disappoint him.

"Look!"

The luster on Mo Yin's body flickered, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and his body rushed out, and the strong wind on his palms was cold, and he slapped away with a palm at Mo Ziqing

Facing Mo Yin's sudden chilling palm, Mo Ziqing didn't have time to dodge at all, and the bulky big man himself was inconvenient to dodge, let alone face an attack of this speed. Mo Ziqing had no choice but to take a heavy step, his rough fingers together, and his fist was like a hammer and smashed towards Mo Yin's palm!

But Mo Ziqing made a big mistake, his claws, fists and palms are all over the place! This is similar to scissors and rock-paper. And the palm is precisely the trick of restraining the palm!

Mo Ziqing's strong wind was unloaded by Mo Yin's twisted palm, and Mo Yin immediately let out a soft drink, and his palm wind suddenly became fierce, and he continued to rush towards Mo Ziqing!

Mo Ziqing only felt that his hand seemed to be twisted by something. Shrouded in the fierce palm wind, Mo Ziqing's brows tightened, and fine wrinkles quickly stacked on it

The staggered figures of the boom are extremely intense! Coupled with the increase of Yuan Li, the wind breaks through the gusts, which makes people look at it intently.

"It seems that Mo Ziqing has the upper hand!" Xiao Yi also shook his little hand because of the fierce battle on the stage, and sighed a little nervously.

"It seems that the winner has been decided!Mo Yin's 'Ghost: Ice' is best at controlling the field has not yet been brought into play!" Zi Ming hesitated for a moment and shook his head, the ghost technique used by Mo Yin had obviously been cultivated to the point of extreme proficiency. Its palm is as fierce as a tiger, and its power is not small!

This is not over, Moyin's "Ghost: Ice" field control ability, and then take those martial arts ghosts. A troublesome opponent indeed

On stage, the entanglement between the two only lasted about thirty seconds. And when the Yuan Force light on their bodies was extremely thick, Mo Ziqing retreated uncontrollably, and Mo Yin took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his palms suddenly swung out.

Bang!

The loud voice exploded above the lapis lazuli ring, and Mo Ziqing's figure was directly shocked and flew out upside down, and his footsteps took several steps under the stage before he stabilized his position.

"Hehe, yes, yes," the diplomatic ambassadors discussed. Moyin's strength is really shocking.

The old patriarch stood up with some excitement. By this time, the clan ratio has basically been ranked. If the comparison continues, there should be no further changes

"If it's okay, Mo Yin is the first place! Of course, if anyone is not convinced, they can come up and have a competition..."The old patriarch touched his beard and said. With the current situation, it seems that there is no need to compare and know that Moyin will win the championship.

Regarding the old patriarch's judgment, everyone nodded slightly. This is clearly something to dissent.

"It seems that this kid won't be hit in a short period of time," Mo Yin's father, Mo Xiao, shook his head slightly.

"It's time for us children to rebel, and we are really playing the piano to the cow when we preach. I really hope someone can hit him well so that he can be sensible sooner."

"That guy is the first..."Xiao Yi turned his head to look at Mo Yin. Let this kind of megalomaniac get the first place, and he will get it in the future? Then in the future, won't he be even more arrogant and arrogant? Maybe he will be the king among the juniors!

Zi Ming raised his eyebrows, looked at Xiao Yi on the side, and found that she was also holding her little hands, and her delicate little face was full of worry.

In the field, after hearing the words of the old patriarch, the smile on Mo Yin's face was also much thicker. The sound of steady steps sounded, and a beautiful shadow appeared in everyone's sight. The woman in the red dress held the medal aloft and immediately hung it around Mo Yin's neck. Immediately after, the audience resounded with thunderous cheers!

"Do you have any testimonials about winning first place?"

Zi Ming turned his gaze and looked at the smug Mo Yin and smiled indifferently.

The woman's delicate voice like a string made Mo Yin's face red. Mo Yin's head lowered slightly, as if he was thinking about something. Immediately, his hands were open, and he had the momentum of a big leader's speech.

"This time I won the championship, and I expected it. Ahem, it's just one thing I really can't look forward to! I feel sorry for some of the people who lost the election, and I really can't get used to those who rely on luck to make it to the rankings! What shame does it make us so hard? What do you say?

The voice fell. Mo Yin turned his head and looked in the direction where Ziming was, and the arrogant sneer on the corner of his mouth gradually enlarged.

Ziming, who was paying attention to Mo Yin's every move, must have noticed Mo Yin's sarcastic gaze. Ziming's face sank, and his forehead darkened faintly. Bang! This muffled sound pierced the tight darkness like dawn, and Ziming suddenly got up!

"Junior Ziming is not convinced!Moyin-can you give me some advice?" In front of everyone's eyes, Ziming clasped his hands into fists and shouted.