The level and title of the middle cultivation of the martial arts continent echo each other from afar, and those teenagers who pass the test in the "Temple of Light" can be promoted from martial arts to martial fighters, cultivated to the level, and cultivated to the intermediate level. The higher the level of cultivation, the higher the corresponding title, the person who enters the mountain gate is a martial artist, the person whose skill reaches the intermediate level is a martial artist, the title of the fighting soul level is a chivalrous, the title of the battle soul level is a hero, and the title of the imperial soul level is the martial saint, if the spiritual power has been transformed even if it is only a beginner, it must be called the martial arts supreme, but as for the martial emperor and the martial god, there is no such thing as a martial arts continent at all.

Cultivation depends on oneself, and all these titles are formed after thousands of years of gradual evolution in the Martial Arts Continent, and they have also been recognized by the emperor, the higher the title, the better the treatment enjoyed.

If Mo Cong can defeat Zhilan, then his title is the Gold Medal Warrior, and Zhilan, Poison Dragon Zhi, and Huangfu Yunsong are Silver Medal Warriors. And the gold and silver medals were carefully designed by the royal family, created by skillful craftsmen, and personally awarded by the head of the Martial God Temple. From then on, these young people could enjoy the lowest level of the imperial court, and even if they were the lowest, they could completely ensure that they had no worries about food and clothing.

The final competition is a duel of honor and strength between the two teenagers, and it is also the strongest strength confrontation of martial arts teenagers in the entire martial arts continent. Therefore, the duel between Mo Cong and Zhilan has also attracted people's attention.

Before the competition, there was a series of grand ceremonies, the most eye-catching of which was the emperor's sacrifice to the sky, no matter how high a person's cultivation is, but after all, it is a person, the emperor knows this well, so he prayed to God to bless the martial arts continent to have more talents, the country and the people, of course, the most important thing is to pray that his country can be stable and inherited for all generations.

After the solemn sacrifice, the chief head of the Martial God Temple was about to thank the people from all walks of life, and the scene was also extremely touching.

And at this moment, people are often very patient, because this is both the beginning and the end, and those solemn events also make people's hearts heavy and warm, they look forward to the birth of the gold medalist, but also look forward to the competition will be more exciting.

In the fiery eyes of the people, the two teenagers finally appeared under the escort of the golden guards of the Martial God Temple.

Mo Cong was still wearing the white sect uniform of the Poison Dragon Family. The white gown makes the boy look more energetic, and the bare strong arms also show the boy's penance in the past and his strength today. Miss Zhilan also deliberately changed into a sect uniform that was exactly the same as Mo Cong's, but her dress was black, and the badge of the Yunzhong faction was embroidered on her chest.

Such a simple outfit on Zhilan has a unique charm, attracting countless people to take a look.

"Sure enough, it's a pair of golden boys and girls!"

On both sides of the wide stone road leading to the ring where the portrait of the ancestor of the Holy Daomen was hung, two rows of royal guards stood in full gear, all of them heroic and serious. A brightly colored red carpet was at the feet of Mo Cong and Zhilan, leading all the way to the ring.

Looking at the two teenagers standing with their heads held high, some people were whistling in the crowd crowded on both sides of the road, and some were secretly envious.

A gong sounded, Mo Cong and Zhilan greeted each other, and walked to the ring with their heads held high. Eyes followed the footsteps of the two teenagers. When the two stood in the ring, the soldiers on the road dispersed, and people rushed to the ring like a tidal wave.

After the two teenagers solemnly bowed to the portrait of Master Zu, they accepted the reprimand of the official. If it was a previous martial arts competition, the commander's reprimand could basically be dispensed with, but this time it was different, because the champion of this competition was the chief head of the Martial God Temple.

The white-haired old boss seemed to like Mo Cong and Zhilan very much, so he said more, which caused everyone in the audience to be quite dissatisfied. In fact, everyone knows that the so-called chief head is nothing more than a court appointment, and there is a vacancy in name only, so there is an uproar under the ring. In this regard, the old boss did not think so, and continued to talk endlessly.

Although Mo Cong and Zhilan looked respectful, the two of them were pondering the strength of their opponents in their hearts, and they didn't hear a few words about the old master's bitter teachings.

"Alright, the contest begins!" the old man opened his arms, his voice agitated. A gong also sounded, and the crisp sound resounded through the sky. People's blood boiled, and hundreds of thousands of spectators fell silent.

"Zhilan, I knew I would fight you, so I would not go to this ring. Mo Cong glanced at the portrait of Master Zu with a disdainful expression.

"You," Zhilan's face changed suddenly in anger, gritting her teeth and wanting to scold happily, but after thinking about it, her face calmed down again, and she smiled coldly: "Do you want to provoke me?

"Your temper is still so fierce, you should change it!" Mo Cong grinned.

"Don't come with me for this set, don't think that I can't guess the change in your moves if you hide your strength in the previous competition, take it!"

Zhilan couldn't say anything, and raised her hand to hit Mo Cong.

In the face of Zhilan's lightning-fast and fickle moves, Mo Cong was not in a hurry and calmly dealt with it.

Zhilan was also puzzled by this, and secretly said in her heart: "What? Is this kid so familiar with my move changes?" At this moment, the girl was still in the dark, she didn't know that due to her own momentary negligence, Mo Cong had secretly seen her move change diagram in her boudoir.

"Hehe, Zhilan, are you just going to do it?" After flashing a few moves from Zhilan, Mo Cong said with a smile.

Looking at Mo Cong's smug look, Zhilan pursed her lips and said, "Boy, don't be too complacent, let you taste the power of this girl now!"

"Is this going to be real?" Seeing Zhilan's pretty face serious and cold eyes, Mo Cong's eyes widened.

The words fell, and a ball of energy rose in Zhilan's palm, but the cyclone was very strange and gorgeous, and it flew like a colorful phoenix when it was taken off.

"Phoenix Dance!" Mo Cong was stunned, knowing that the "Phoenix Dance" was Zhilan's lore skill, although Mo Cong had mastered all the changes, but in the face of Zhilan, Mo Cong did not dare to take it lightly, because with Zhilan's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible for her moves to follow the steps, and a slight negligence was likely to fall into her trap.

Sure enough, Zhilan did leave a hand, and the cyclone she hit should have seven changes, attacking from seven directions, Mo Cong carefully dodged it, but Mo Cong didn't expect it, and at the same time as Zhilan made a move, his feet were not idle, and he struck a thousand troops and went straight to Mo Cong's feet.

Fortunately, Mo Cong reacted in time and did two backflips, avoiding Zhilan's two strengths.

"Zhilan, you are so vicious, you actually use my tricks. Mo Cong's heart was still pounding when he landed.

"Hmph!" Zhilan pouted and smiled, "Are you quite smart, why don't you sneak up on me when I turn around?"

"You treat me as a fool, you sent two forces under your feet, one diagonally up, one sweeping, I hit you, that didn't fall for your trick?"

"Whew, don't you always use this method to win people? Didn't you use this trick when you beat that pothos?"

Hearing this, the young men in the audience couldn't help but secretly admire, none of them could have imagined that Mo Cong's seemingly simple trick actually hid a mystery. "Okay, Zhilan, since you like this little move so much, then let's compare the simple moves!"

"Accompany you to the end!" Zhilan smiled slightly.

The two fought one move at a time, and Mo Cong found that Zhilan was by no means a waste of fame, the girl not only had profound skills and a fast reaction speed, but she could even accurately judge how Mo Cong would attack next.

The two of them have fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, and everyone in the audience is still silent, such a wonderful duel is really eye-catching, and this kind of competition makes people look very comfortable, because you don't have to worry about who will accidentally leave a flaw for the opponent, just like watching a sparring performance between sects.

People were enjoying the fun of watching the competition, and suddenly, Mo Cong sped up his body movement, and it seemed that Zhilan couldn't resist it for a while, and Mo Cong suddenly jumped high again, raised his hand and slapped it. In the eyes of everyone, Zhilan revealed a big flaw.

"Ahh

At the moment when people were hanging their hearts, Zhilan made an amazing move, the girl turned her back to Mo Cong, turned around and pushed out a palm, and with a bang, a ball of energy exploded in the air, and a gust of wind blew in the ring. But Zhilan didn't stop there, and spun her body and kicked out quickly.

"Oops!" Poison Long Zhi clenched his fists and shouted.

At the moment when Zhilan flew up, Mo Cong just floated in the air, and he pushed out another palm, and it seemed that he had no way to dodge Zhilan's flying foot. But no one expected that Mo Cong actually stepped on Zhilan's toes, and after circling in the air, he stood firm and unharmed.

"This kid has used the kung fu of stepping on the pile to the extreme. Zhilan was also surprised, and secretly said in her heart: "It seems that you really have to be careful with him." ”

"Okay—hide nicely!" shouted someone in the crowd.

"Hey, this kid is amazing. Seeing that Mo Cong's move just now was as fast as a rabbit and like a flowing cloud, Poison Dragon Zhu was deeply surprised, and looked at Mrs. Lan with a smile on his face.

"I'll just say, Mo Cong's master is by no means an idle person. Mrs. Lan nodded, her eyes filled with joy, and she was particularly satisfied with her nephew's wonderful performance.

"Boy, if we continue to fight, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish fighting for half a year," Zhilan flashed her figure, looked at Mo Cong, and said, "Why don't we fight quickly?"

Through a fierce battle, Zhilan found that Mo Cong's skills were not ordinarily strong, and his body was also extremely strong, if he continued to fight, it would not be long before he would lose his physical strength and his skills would be weakened.

"Okay!" Mo Cong agreed, seemingly disapproving, and he also had lingering fears about Zhilan's lore skill in his heart, because Zhilan didn't use all her strength just now, and the "Phoenix Dance" Zhilan, who should have had seven changes, also used five changes.

"Then come on!" the words fell, Zhilan took the initiative, and the girl's body was instantly wrapped in energy, like a burning flame, dazzling and dazzling, and suddenly transformed into a singing phoenix with its head held high for nine days, golden and ready to fly.

"This is the real trick!" Mo Cong frowned, not daring to slack off in the slightest. In an instant, Mo Cong's body was also wrapped in energy, like the cold air in winter, the cold was abnormal, white and flawless, and it was extremely dazzling, and there were countless big-tailed goldfish swinging up and down along the young man's body.

"What?"

"Is this the highest stage of physical cultivation?"

Looking at the two teenagers on the stage, the young people watching the competition under the ring were dumbfounded, and even those martial arts celebrities were dumbfounded.

"Sure enough, he is a hero who is a young man, and his skills are so strong at such a young age. ”

Under the ring, there was no sound, no one had an idea, and there was a person hiding in the corner, this person's eyebrows were clear, his skin was as white as snow, and his slender eyes flashed with excitement and coldness, and he sneered:

"Sure enough, it's a cold door exercise, hum! Mo Cong. The red lips of the woman hiding in the corner stretched, and a pair of shallow, seductive dimples appeared on her cheeks.

"Let's take it!"

Mo Cong and Zhilan in the ring used their strength to make the final blow.

On the ring, the colorful phoenix is in the air, the fish is flying in the abyss, and the energy is loud for a while, and people are dazzled, and they can't figure out whether the phoenix pecked the fish or the fish swallowed the phoenix.

It was only when the strength was exhausted that people could see clearly that Zhilan was hitting Mo Cong Tianling with a slap.

"Well done!"

Yun Zhangmen, who was sitting in the VIP seat, took a breath of relief and almost provoked it. He, like the short-sighted spectators, thought that the tournament would end there. Unexpectedly, Mo Cong, who was split by Zhilan, slowly dissipated, but the real Mo Cong stood firmly behind Miss Zhilan. Miss Zhilan's beautiful back and buttocks can not only be admired at any distance, but he can also take any acupuncture point behind Zhilan.

"Whew!" Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded again, and an exclamation sounded.

"Phantom! This, this is a long-lost technique" Some people mistakenly thought that Mo Cong's snake movement technique was an ordinary phantom technique, but they didn't know that it was Master Mo Cong's unique skill.

"Boy, you won!" In that instant, Zhilan had already judged Mo Cong's position, but it was too late to turn around. The girl was slim, her eyes were looking straight ahead, her face was still calm, and she smiled: "I didn't expect you to leave this hand for me." ”

"This is my last hand. Mo Cong grinned.

Zhilan turned to look at Mo Cong, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, bowed lightly, and said, "That stupid girl is right, you are indeed the strongest." I dare to assert that if he had been Huangfu Yunsong today, he would have lost a long time ago" Zhi Lanlian slowly walked towards the chief head of the ring, and said with a deep salute: "Lord Boss, I lost!" The girl won cleanly and easily.

There were exclamations under the ring, and Mo Cong's friends rushed to the ring one after another, and the scene was a little out of control for a while. But when all the ceremonies were over, Mo Cong suddenly found that Chu Ci was missing.

"Where's my sister?"