In the past month and a half, the martial arts competition in the Martial God Temple will be staged every day, and none of the dozens of rings will be idle. According to the number of people watching the competition under each ring, it can be clearly judged whether the teenager competing in the ring is in a famous family. Compared with Mo Cong, there are significantly fewer people watching Mo Qiyu's martial arts competition.

In the midst of a shout, Mo Cong and Chu Ci squeezed to the front of the crowd, Chu Ci was also wearing a "Water Moon Blue Shirt" as usual, with a few jewels hanging from his waist, the light blue shirt reflected the girl's pretty and immature cheeks, and the slightly upturned red lips also made the girl look delicate and cute.

"Brother Mo Cong, there is no trace of the wound on your face, Sister Xiaohua's elixir is really magical!" Chu Ci said excitedly.

Mo Cong looked left and right, and said in Chu Ci's ear: "Be quiet, don't call her name in this hall, she will be unhappy." ”

"Hmm!" Chu Ci obediently pursed his mouth, then smiled evilly, and said softly: "What if we shout here?"

"Senior sister," Mo Cong grinned, and said helplessly: "They are all good friends, so she will be sad." ”

"Isn't she here anyway!" Chu Ci cautiously glanced at the VIP seat, and on the high seats, Poison Longzhi, Mountain Ghost Wen, Zhilan and Ma Xiaohua were all sitting upright, obviously they also wanted to see Mo Qiyu's strength.

During the conversation, the competition had officially begun, and there was a moment of silence under the ring.

staring at the two teenagers who had just stepped into the ring, there were boos from the audience. Obviously, people feel that this is a competition without suspense.

Mo Qiyu's opponent was tall, his skin was dark and translucent, and his eyes were surprisingly large, like two boiled eggs, and his eyes were even more fierce and terrifying. In comparison, Mo Qiyu is really weak and vulnerable.

"Senior Brother Moqi, be careful!"

"Come on, Brother Mochi!"

A young man from the Water Moon Sect frowned and shouted for Mo Qiyu, and at this moment, seeing that opponent, they also sweated for Mo Qiyu.

"This first opponent is so strong, alas! It seems that Mo Qiyu is really not as lucky as Mo Cong!" said the Elder of the Water Moon Sect with emotion.

Hearing this, Mo Qifeng folded his arms and didn't answer a word, just quietly watching the ring.

Even though they were close to Mo Cong and Chu Ci, the young man from the Water Moon Sect was like a passerby, and no one went to talk to the two.

"Brother Mo Cong, who do you think can win?" Chu Ci asked with a smile.

"Shhhh

Seeing this, Chu Ci smiled slightly.

Between talking and laughing, the black shadow flashed in the ring, and the tall young man rose up in his palm, mercilessly aimed at Mo Qiyu's door and slammed down.

"Woo!" there was a roar from under the ring.

"This big black guy is quite fast!" Mo Cong said with a light smile.

Seeing that the big black man's single palm was about to slash Mo Qiyu's heavenly spirit, people were already holding their breath, and the young man of the Water Moon Sect was even more shocked into a cold sweat. However, Mo Qiyu in the ring was not in a hurry, and only twisted his body to the right to easily dodge.

"Good!" shouted someone in the audience.

Seeing that a move was missed, the big black man dodged his figure and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said angrily: "I actually dodged, then I'm not welcome!"

"Hmph, whatever you want, come on!" Mo Qiyu sneered.

"Arrogant boy, see if you are looking for death!" Before the words fell, the black boy swooped up viciously like a whirlwind, and the cyclone in his palm was more violent than the last time, and the young man's palm flew up, splitting and hanging in a chain, and it was not airy.

Everyone in the audience only saw a cloud of energy surrounding Mo Qiyu, Mo Qiyu flashed left and right in the middle, not daring to slack off, and the arrogance just now was also swept away. Under the pressure of palm power, Mo Qiyu couldn't find the slightest loophole in his opponent.

"Senior Brother Moqi, you must be careful!"

"What a great palm, boy, knock him down!"

Just when people thought that the competition was about to end, they saw that the black boy's palm gradually slowed down, jumped out a few steps, and gasped.

"Hmph, how good I am at you, it's just these two sons," Mo Qiyu pouted and sneered: "Since you're done fighting, it's my turn!"

Before the words fell, Mo Qiyu also raised a single palm and rushed towards the black boy like lightning, the black boy even avoided a few moves, but he didn't want to, Mo Qiyu's last hand was really weird, the palm was obviously raised, but he changed the number of ways halfway through, and launched a punch straight, the black boy was caught off guard, and his left shoulder was hit hard.

This move is a lore realized by Mo Qiyu, and there are three variations in it, and this time only one of them is used, and the opponent tastes powerful.

The black boy stumbled a few times and almost fell into the ring, but fortunately, the young man jumped into the air in time with the force, and the huge block flipped in the air and landed firmly behind Mo Qiyu. Seeing this, the black boy was snickering in his heart, and a sinister smile crossed his face.

Mo Qiyu had expected that the big black man would have this hand, so he turned around like lightning and pushed out a palm.

In an instant, the two teenagers collided with each other, and the two groups of energy exploded, colorful lights flashed in the air, and a gust of wind blew in the audience. The two teenagers dodged a few steps backwards at the same time.

"Damn, it's okay to get a punch from me! This guy is too resistant," watched the black boy shake his injured shoulder with a sneer on his face. Mo Qiyu was secretly ruthless in his heart, "Hmph, then don't blame me for being rude!"

"Little thin and dry, the strength is really not small, since this is the case, let's play ruthlessly!" the black boy Yin Yu smiled.

"Okay!" Mo Qiyu smiled coldly, his eyes flashed, and he already saw the black boy's intentions, "Hmph!

The black boy clenched his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, his mouth let out a deafening roar, and the cyclone in his palms gathered more and more fiercely, and in an instant, the wind rose in the ring. Before Mo Qiyu could react, the black boy howled like an angry bull and rushed towards Mo Qiyu. The black boy's ** was originally strong and violent, but this kind of brutal trick of the iron bull hitting the tree was exactly what he learned**.

"Ah!" Seeing this, the Water Moon Sect's Sect Elder Chuan Gong gasped and exclaimed, "Mo Qiyu, don't fight him"

It's a pity that the old man's shout seems to be a step late, and Mo Qiyu has already rushed towards the big black man

There was an astonishing bang in the ring, and the fierce energy slowly dissipated, and when people raised their eyes to watch, the big black man was already lying in the ring, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"Well played!"

There was a burst of cheers from the ring.

In the ring, Mo Qiyu looked at the opponent under his feet, took a deep breath, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, Mo Cong, how is it? Senior Brother Mo Qi is powerful enough, right?" A tall and thin boy from the Water Moon Sect excitedly patted Mo Cong on the shoulder and smiled mockingly. By the way, he glanced at Chu Ci again, and looking at that expression, the big black man lying in the ring seemed to be Mo Cong.

Mo Cong was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, gave a thumbs up and said, "Amazing! Senior sister, let's go!"

Returning to the VIP seat, Miss Zhilan was looking displeased, and the girl looked at the sleepy-eyed Poison Dragon Zhi, and said, "I said Young Master Poison Dragon, are you here to come to the martial arts competition, or are you here to sleep?"

Poison Longzhi rubbed his eyes, looked at Mo Cong and Chu Ci, who had just returned, and asked in a daze, "Is the fight over?"

"I don't know, let's go!" Zhilan glared at him fiercely, then pulled up Chu Ci, ordered a follower, and turned around and left.

"Sister, wait for me!" Chu Ci hurriedly ran to the mountain ghost Wen, and said with anxious eyes: "Brother mountain ghost, do you say that Brother Mo Cong can beat Mo Qiyu?"

Hearing this, Mountain Ghost Wen looked at Mo Cong first, groaned slightly, and smiled mysteriously: "I don't know!"