The morning sun was rising, and the fog shrouded Qingluo Mountain had almost completely dissipated, and it was less than half an hour before the end of the day.

On the dojo on the top of the mountain of the Imperial Spirit Sect, there have been a lot of teenagers one after another, most of them choose to walk in groups, hostile to each other, and no one is willing to take the first move, for fear of being picked up by others who are sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

In the center of the dojo, Yuwen Cheshui, who was dressed in a black robe, sat quietly, and no teenager dared to approach within three zhang of him. The teenagers who had been in a group before, a total of eight people, tried to take him down, but without exception, they were all kicked down the mountain, and life and death were unpredictable. All the teenagers present are not fools, and naturally have a rough idea in their hearts, the identity of the black-robed young man must be the number one who cannot be beaten, and he has absolute strength. After that, the teenagers who were still lucky had dispelled their thoughts, and the black-robed young man's nearly 400 points in his hand was a bloody lesson from the past.

At this moment, the corners of Yuwen Cheshui's mouth suddenly lifted slightly, and he slowly stood up, gently stretching his somewhat lazy joints. He waited patiently for a long time, and finally came.

On the other side of the dojo, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui boarded the dojo along the path. Mo Shiping saw Yuwen clear water in the center of the dojo at a glance, and he gently clenched his trembling fists, not because he was afraid, but because of an extra excitement that even he couldn't explain.

Mo Shiping adjusted his breathing slightly, calmed the waves that were slightly swaying in his heart, and then stopped in place, waiting for the black-robed young man who was walking towards him.

"Mo Shiping, he's here. Wang Fugui behind him had a solemn expression, staring at Yuwen Cheshui who was walking step by step.

"Hmm. Mo Shiping nodded and answered softly, at this time, he was fully prepared for the battle, and his attention was all focused on Yuwen Cheshui's body, not allowing himself to be distracted.

Wang Fugui on the side originally wanted to say a few more words, but after seeing Mo Shiping's extremely focused expression, he swallowed back the words silently when he came to his mouth, for fear that he would disturb Mo Shiping.

The tip of Wang Fugui's nose suddenly soured, all the way around, the young man in front of him was like this, standing in front of him from beginning to end, and Mo Shiping had always taken this for granted.

Wang Fugui was a little puzzled, how could there be a person like him in the world, even if he would get into trouble, he had to reach out to help the weak person he identified, the friend he identified, and he took it for granted afterwards, and told the other party that he didn't have to feel indebted to himself, and then smirked shyly.

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui couldn't help but sigh lightly, probably this kind of person is a good person, right?

The corners of Wang Fugui's mouth tugged at a hint of a smile, he thought that when the trial was over, he would get the identity of a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and he would have to work hard to save some money, and then pull Mo Shiping to the tavern at the foot of the mountain to order a large plate of sauced beef, a few plates of cold dishes, drink a few big bowls, drink a lot of drunk, drink a crooked, and have a good time. However, the thought of drinking with such a good old man made Wang Fugui have a little headache, and this wine should be the most enjoyable and the least enjoyable.

A moment later, Yuwen Cheshui, who was dressed in a black robe, came to the two of them, and the teenagers on the dojo consciously gave up an empty field and watched coldly from the sidelines. Many teenagers looked at Mo Shiping with pity in their eyes, and it was not a good thing to be taken the initiative to come to the door by this terrifying leader.

Yuwen Cheshui took off his black robe, revealing a clean and fair face. Suddenly, many teenagers present were secretly taken aback, they never thought that the person who had always dominated the top of the list was actually a teenager who was about eleven or twelve years old.

Yuwen Cheshui smiled, not caring about the eyes of the nearby boys, only the somewhat swarthy young man in front of him.

"Your name is Mo Shiping, right? We said we were going to fight, how about now?"

Mo Shiping also stared at the young man in front of him, clenched his fists slightly, but his expression remained calm, and then said with a smile: "Come on." ”

When Yuwen Cheshui heard this, he immediately restrained his smile, and at the same time, his right foot was also quickly raised and kicked out, straight into Mo Shiping's chest.

Mo Shiping's expression remained unchanged, and he greeted him with his right elbow, which happened to resist the toe of the kick.

"Huh?"

In the next moment, Mo Shiping frowned, he far underestimated the strength of Yuwen Cheshui's kick, and his right elbow was only slightly blocked for a moment before being suppressed by the force from his toes.

Mo Shiping's body was unstable for a moment, and he immediately retreated backwards quickly, which removed some momentum.

Yuwen Cheshui did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stayed in place, it was just a mutual temptation between the two, and the real show was still behind.

Mo Shiping's expression was solemn, and he moved his right elbow slightly, which was a little painful. Fang Cai's blow, he received it quite embarrassed, and he lost the upper hand in the first encounter.

Yuwen Cheshui chuckled, stretched out his right palm, made a gesture to let the horse come, and said, "Come." ”

He took the initiative to give up the lead.

Mo Shiping naturally didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and his right foot suddenly exerted force, rushing out like an arrow full of strings, and the speed was extremely fast, so that the teenagers watching the battle on the side couldn't help but exclaim.

"This teenager is not simple, and the speed of this explosion is far from being comparable to us. ”

"It's so fast, it looks like that little kid has finally met his opponent. ”

...

Mo Shiping clenched his left fist, which seemed to swing towards Yuwen Cheshui's chest, but in fact, it turned to his abdomen, and this method of shaking a shot was imitated in the fight with Lin Ruizhe.

Yuwen Cheshui looked as usual, his body did not move, his right wrist suddenly exerted force, and he grabbed Mo Shiping's left fist.

And all this is exactly what Mo Shiping expected, his left fist is just a trick, and the real killer move lies in his right fist that is ready to attack.

Mo Shiping's series of serial moves perfectly reproduces the killing moves that Lin Ruizhe used against him at the beginning.

Snake punch!

Mo Shiping's right fist had already quietly clasped into a unique fist posture, and suddenly exerted force, like a deadly poisonous snake showing its fangs, and quickly attacked Yuwen Cheshui's chest.

At this time, Yuwen Cheshui's face was finally no longer flat, but what he showed was not panic, but a trace of sarcasm, not only did he not dodge, but he held back his strength in his chest, ready to take this tricky snake punch.

"Bang!" The snake punch slammed into Yuwen Cheshui's chest, but Yuwen Cheshui didn't fly out upside down like Lin Ruizhe, but his body trembled, and his footsteps retreated a small step after him.

Mo Shiping's expression was as usual, but a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and then he directly gave up all attacks and changed to protect his chest with his arms. The next moment, Yuwen Cheshui's right fist slammed into Mo Shiping's arms that he had guarded in advance.

Mo Shiping only felt a sharp pain in his arms, and an unstoppable force spread all over his body along his arms, and the whole body flew out uncontrollably.

"Ahem. Yuwen Cheshui stopped on the spot and coughed lightly twice, raised his hand to wipe away the little blood left along the corners of his mouth, and threw it on the bluestone slab of the dojo.

Mo Shiping rolled around on the ground, removing some of the strength on his body, and then climbed up quite embarrassed.

Mo Shiping shook his arms slightly, still a little painful. However, he was glad that he did not hesitate, and immediately changed to a defensive posture after the snake punch did not defeat the enemy with one blow, otherwise, if he was hit by Yuwen Cheshui's punch in the chest, he would be in trouble.

Yuwen Cheshui rubbed his chest lightly, stared at Mo Shiping who stood up with a calm look, and said coldly: "Is the snake rushing fist? The speed is not bad." However, the one-hit killing punch only hits the chest, not the throat, who are you looking down on?!"

Mo Shiping didn't answer, but stared at Yuwen Cheshui's figure, and he had a hunch that the next attack launched by Yuwen Cheshui would be like a thunderstorm and would not give him a chance to breathe.

"Click, click. ”

Yuwen Cheshui lightly clasped his fingers, his eyes gradually became cold, and he was a little annoyed.

Sure enough, in the next moment, Yuwen Cheshui's figure changed suddenly, but his steps were erratic, either forward or backward, left or right, as if there was no discipline at all.

Mo Shiping frowned, Yuwen Cheshui's sudden and strange figure made him a little unable to see clearly, and it was difficult to predict when and where the other party would attack, which made him completely inferior before he even started.

"Ghost again, I didn't expect this kid Yuwen Cheshui to use it so thoroughly at a young age, it seems that Mo Shiping, this kid has a hard time. "In the Imperial Spirit Sect, the purple-robed old man couldn't help but sigh lightly when he saw this scene.

Ghosting and restepping is one of the tricks of the Dongsheng Shenzhou Yuwen clan, which can make the opponent unable to grasp his movements in time through his unique steps and body posture. However, this is only suitable for the juniors who have not yet entered the four realms and are in the three realms of martial arts to learn, and the higher the cultivation, the more useless it is, because this ghost repetition is not a particularly advanced secret technique, so there are also many imitations of fake steps in the cultivation world.

Suddenly, Yuwen Cheshui's figure suddenly rushed forward and went straight to Mo Shiping.

Mo Shiping's expression was solemn, and the opponent's obvious attack made him feel a little bad in his heart, but he couldn't see what unique way Yuwen Cheshui would use to make a move, so he could only tentatively meet him with his right fist.

"Whew!" Mo Shiping's right fist grazed Yuwen Cheshui's shoulder and missed.

Mo Shiping frowned again, Fang Cai's punch was obviously towards the opponent's chest, but when he was about to win, he suddenly deviated so much, or rather, at the moment when he was about to hit, Yuwen Cheshui's body changed suddenly, and he could avoid it.

Yuwen Cheshui didn't rush to make a move, but continued to change his unique body shape and steps, as if waiting for Mo Shiping to attack again. I saw him gently pull the corners of his mouth and joke: "What, if you are a little serious, you can't keep up?"

Mo Shiping still didn't answer, his mind was turning, he knew very well that he had never been able to see the other party's figure and pace clearly, and if he made a rash move, it would inevitably be a failure. But if you don't make a move, you will only be unable to figure out Yuwen Cheshui's attack method, and if you continue like this, you will only be beaten passively, so that the other party will be undefeated.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping's eyes suddenly became resolute, since this is the case, he can only take the initiative to fight to see if he can find out the other party's body shape and steps, so that he can adapt.

The next moment, Mo Shiping kicked the ground with his right foot again, and stepped forward, intending to fight closely.

Yuwen Cheshui naturally saw Mo Shiping's thoughts, but he didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it, but stepped on the double shadow and took the initiative to meet it.

The distance between the two was less than a zhang, and Mo Shiping's feet suddenly exerted force again, he didn't think that at this distance, Yuwen Cheshui could still defuse his active offensive so easily.

Mo Shiping suddenly tightened his right arm, and at the same time, his right fist blasted out with a unique power technique.

The first style of Xingyi boxing, hunting tiger collapse boxing.

This hunting tiger collapse boxing, pay attention to a force to ten will, the unique force skills can suddenly mobilize the strength of the whole body to press on the right fist, so the momentum is strong and heavy, often the power of a punch is against the usual two or three punches, especially suitable for close fighting.

Yuwen Cheshui's expression remained unchanged, but the pace under his feet changed rapidly, and in an instant, his body was forcibly shifted by more than a foot.

"Boom!" Mo Shiping's fist of the Tiger Hunting Fist tore through the air and made a dull grinding sound, it was indeed a blow full of explosions, but this also meant that this punch missed.

"Oops. Mo Shiping sighed secretly in his heart, obviously he underestimated the speed of Yuwen Cheshui's strange pace, and he also used the Tiger Hunting Fist, although the Tiger Hunting Fist was extremely lethal, but there would be a moment of loss of force after exerting force. And now at this moment, it is the moment when his old power has gone, and his new power has not yet arrived, and it is very likely that he will not have time to defend Yuwen Cheshui's attack.

At the same time, after Yuwen Cheshui avoided Mo Shiping's powerful Tiger Hunting Fist, he suddenly stepped on the double shadow and changed his body again, and almost instantly came to Mo Shiping's back.

"Bang!"

Yuwen Cheshui tugged at the corners of his mouth, clenched his right fist, and slammed it on Mo Shiping's waist without hesitation.

Mo Shiping suddenly felt as if his waist had been hit by a hammer, and the huge force instantly swept his entire back, and the pain to the bones instantly penetrated into his heart, and his whole person flew forward uncontrollably, falling heavily on the dojo.

This time, Mo Shiping didn't get up for the first time, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't do it. At this moment, Mo Shiping clenched his fists, pressed against the ground, his face was pale, he was panting rapidly, he clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes widened, the muscles on his face were like twisted flowers, twisted into a ball, his brows were furrowed, green tendons appeared at a glance, and a burst of cold sweat instantly oozed from his forehead.

Mo Shiping even suspected that his waist was about to break, and he was unconscious except for the pain of being repeatedly pierced by a sharp blade, and he couldn't turn over and get up at all.

"Is this the end?", in the Imperial Spirit Sect, the purple-robed old man sighed, the ending was similar to what he guessed, Yuwen Cheshui really suppressed Mo Shiping in all aspects, and there was still a big gap between the two teenagers.

At the same time, Wang Fugui, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, bit his lip stubbornly, his eyes were red, and he looked at the young man who fell to the ground.

"Tick-tock. ”

A wisp of hot tears slipped quietly down the corner of Wang Fugui's eyes and fell to the ground.

The thin young man roared with a crying voice: "Mo Shiping! ”