Mo Qing stood on the stage of life and death, completely ignoring what others said about him, but when he heard the person talk about his consumption, he knew that his actions were useful.

"Old Zamao, so many people are watching, and the master will ask you, your disciple, dare to fight with me!" Mo Qing said arrogantly.

"It's up to you? It's not my turn to let my disciple kill you!

This Elder Wang didn't know whether he didn't want his apprentice to take risks or for the sake of the so-called face, so he rejected Mo Qing's invitation to fight.

"To be honest, in fact, I'm not very murderous, and I just want to be here to make a fuss, but this old bastard is too deceitful, and he has repeatedly been disrespectful to the old. ”

"From now on, those who take the stage, kill!"

Mo Qing violently bloomed his killing intent, stood with his sword, and stood on the stage with his eyes closed.

Mo Qing's words came out, and the audience became ridiculed again...

"This kid is a little interesting, he won't let people jump when he hits someone's door..."

Before this man finished speaking, his friends immediately covered his mouth and whispered in his ear: "Why don't you want to live you! Tianlei Sect is not happy here! You are not afraid of being taken to the knife, I am still afraid!"

"It's really arrogant, if I were a disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, I would also want to go up and beat him!" one person shouted loudly.

"Cut~ Can you beat others?" the other person echoed him and shouted.

"It doesn't matter if you can't beat him, if you don't steam steamed buns, you have to fuck him! If you can't beat him, you have to mess with a big snot on his face!" the man shouted loudly without a red face and a heartbeat.

"The Heavenly Thunder Sect will definitely not be able to coax it at this time, can you bear this anger?

"That's right! The elders of the sect have all been scolded by the fingers and scolded as old miscellaneous hairs, who instigates who is the grandson!"

For a while, the people in the audience were led by a group of people who were not afraid of death, and they all shouted for Tianlei Sect to kill this arrogant boy.

Although what they said sounded like they were on the side of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, people with discerning eyes knew that these people who were not afraid of death were blatantly arching fires wherever they were.

"This kid is arrogant enough! I like it! I'm half as arrogant as I was back then!" the old gentleman looked at the arrogant Mo Qing on the stage and said with satisfaction.

"Heh~ You were so arrogant back then? Then the world is not against the sky?" Sect Master Gu shook his head, looked at the junior disciples around him and sighed.

Gu Yier stood aside and didn't speak, she had heard of the old gentleman's "glorious deeds" back then.

"Arrogant bastard, first-class talent", this is not an exaggeration at all for a young old gentleman.

If she could, she really wanted to see how arrogant the old gentleman could be...

As the saying goes, the law does not blame the public, one person shouting may be opened, but tens of thousands of people shouting together will change the taste...

Even the Nine Princes showed a meaningful smile and looked at Elder Wang of the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

Although the Elder of the Heavenly Thunder Sect did not speak, anyone could see that he was unhappy!

The disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect listened to Mo Qing's words, and their hearts were even more uncomfortable...

Just because this elder "made a mistake", he made people angry, and he was directly threatened by others to die whoever took the stage.

Although they didn't feel how strong Mo Qing was, this feeling of being despised was really uncomfortable.

Moreover, this kid is also blatantly sowing discord, it's okay not to say it, but when he says it, it really feels like pushing them out of the Thunder Sect disciples to death these days...

Their own disciples don't take the stage, let them take the stage?

After a period of silence among the personnel in the direction of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, there was also a slight lack of respect in their eyes when they looked at the elders of the Heavenly Thunder Sect...

"I'm coming!" broke the silence by a strong man.

This strong man is nearly two and a half meters tall, with thick limbs, and half of his upper body is exposed, revealing the hideous muscles of his left chest.

The stout man had a heavy iron chain wrapped around his waist, the ends of which crossed his shoulders from behind his back and wrapped around his thick wrists.

"Senior Brother Shi, him!"

"Be careful... This kid has a quirk. ”

"Let that kid see the demeanor of our Heavenly Thunder Sect disciples!"

......

He slowly walked towards the Life and Death Stage, released his third-order intermediate cultivation, and then paid eleven mid-grade Source Crystals, and then jumped onto the Life and Death Platform.

"Let's get you some change, I don't like to take advantage..."Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'll get more anyway!" said the strong man, fiddling with the chains on his arms.

"Okay~ Anyway, if you die, everything is empty talk~" Mo Qing said casually.

"Are you healed from your injuries, don't say that I am taking advantage of others!" the strong man stared at Mo Qing with his big bronze bell-like eyes.

"It's just a small injury, clean up some minions, don't get in the way~" Mo Qing once again took out that extremely unbeaten look.

"I, Heavenly Thunder Sect, Shi Yong, the last opponent in your life. Shi Yong wrapped the chains on his arms into his fists and raised his fists at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing held the toothed sword in his hand, danced a sword flower, and then put the toothed sword into the scabbard, and casually put a starting pose.

Shi Yong frowned: "You don't use weapons?"

"Why do I have to use weapons?"

"Whatever you want... Look at the fist!" Shi Yong rushed towards Mo Qing, his body shining with thunder light, which covered his fist in the blink of an eye as Shi Yong ran.

Not to be outdone, Mo Qing suddenly burst out of momentum, climbed the internal force on the palm of his hand, took a few steps forward, and greeted him with the collapse of the three collapse fists.

"Look for death, hard to catch Shi Yong's fist!"

"Yes, Shi Yong is a famous body refining genius in the Heavenly Thunder Sect, he has the power of minor thunder, and his attack power is very strong!"

"How dare he take that punch?"

......

Seeing that Mo Qing wanted to be brave and tough, the audience was all talking.

Many disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect also showed smug smiles.

The disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect knew the power of Shi Yong's iron fists.

Tear and pull!

Shi Yong's fist was wrapped in the power of thunder, and it hit Mo Qing's somewhat thin fist hard.

Boom!

After the two fists collided, there was a muffled sound, and both of them felt a force entering their bodies, and both of them were shocked and took a step back!

Mo Qing's body flashed a tingling sensation, and Shi Yong felt a violent tearing sensation on the skin of his right arm.

After a hard punch, the two didn't care about the surprise of the spectators, and the two took a step closer and fought together.

The two sides came and went, and for a while they were inseparable.

Mo Qing did not have a wealth of experience in fighting shirtlessly, and relied on his flexible body to dodge Shi Yong's heavy punches many times.

Shi Yong's figure looked clumsy, but he also swung Mo Qing's fist several times.

As time passed, Mo Qing felt that a lot of thunder power was injected into his body, although the impact was not great, but it did make Mo Qing's movements sluggish.

Compared with Mo Qing, Shi Yong's physical condition is much worse.

Shi Yong's arms were already covered with blood, and the sharp pain of cracking his skin was torturing his will all the time.

Body refining and cultivation were already extremely painful, and these pains were nothing to Shi Yong.

What really hurt him was that he was hit in the abdomen!

The two of them unanimously punched each other again, widening the distance.

"Phew~" Shi Yong pursed his lips, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Your body is very strong. ”

"You're in a lot of health. Mo Qing unceremoniously belittled Shi Yong.

This made Shi Yong feel a little frustrated, Mo Qing was right, he didn't take advantage of Mo Qing in hand-to-hand combat, but just hit some thunder power into his body.