"Enough fighting, right?" Mo Chen put down his palm and asked unhappily.

After taking so many punches, I don't want to lose face!

Zuo Ziliang didn't answer, but just closed the distance again, wanting to continue the fight, he had already seen that although the person in front of him was physically strong, he didn't know martial arts, although he couldn't break the defense, but if he went down, with his deep internal strength, he would eventually win.

He's thinking too much.

Mo Chen was a little annoyed, he had thought about making a move, but he was beaten all the way, and the style of the originally chic son-in-law would have been messy and untidy.

He's going to end this fight.

"I said, have you fought enough?" Mo Chen, who had completely given up his defense, said again.

However, the answer to him was 'Bang Bang', and Zuo Ziliang punched and kicked him faster and non-stop.

A punch, a straight punch, aimed at Zuo Ziliang's head, the fist was white and thin, not like a very powerful look, this was the first time Mo Chen shot in this game.

With a touch of ruthlessness like Mo Chen's appearance, the fist smashed towards Zuo Ziliang.

Do you want to knock me down with such a fist? This is the penultimate thought in Zuo Zi's conscience.

He didn't even hide, he just stretched out his hand to make a random move, and the thoughts in the hearts of the onlookers on the field were basically the same as Zuo Ziliang, such a fist also wanted to defeat the world's number one master of Dawei?

No one knew that this thin body contained a heavenly immortal demon who had become sanctified in the flesh.

Crunch......

It's the sound of bones breaking.

Zuo Ziliang's thick arm was like plastic, and it was directly broken by this punch, and then the fist hit his head.

This man has a lot of strength!

This was the last thought in Zuo Ziliang's mind, and the last expression in his life on his black face, frightened.

Burst!

Like a ripe watermelon, his head was smashed raw.

Hmph, the best in the world? You can't beat me with your mouth, do you still rely on kung fu?

Mo Chen withdrew his fist disdainfully, wiped the blood on his hand on Zuo Ziliang's clothes, and turned around, and there was already silence in the field.

Astound!

Is there a desolate beast hidden in this man's body, such terrifying strength?

Everyone looked at the handsome and handsome, messy-clad thin boy in the ring with a frightened face, this young man who could be blown by a gust of wind defeated the number one in the world?

The next moment, the onlookers were already crying loudly and wailing, especially the middle-aged man who had placed a heavy bet on Zuo Ziliang, he wailed: "Zuo Ziliang, who is killed by God, blew out the fame, and cheated me for a thousand taels of silver!"

The fat man behind him didn't press much, but after all, there was a lot of flesh in his body, and the miserable howls he let out were not much more than he wanted. On the contrary, it was the middle-aged man's companion who was complacent, standing out among the ordinary people who had lost money, with joy on his face, and muttering: "Fifty, my private money, hahaha......"

How about the people on the field, in the end, the two sides with stakes on the field, Liu An's face was flushed, and his joy was about to overflow, a world's number one master was his master, who could assassinate him again?

As for the King of Chu, when he saw Zuo Ziliang dead, his face turned pale, and he thought a lot in his mind, there was such a master by Liu An's side, and the old emperor cared about Liu An, this situation was really bad for him, he paid his long sleeves, said to his subordinates and left, turned around and left the school in a hurry.

Mo Chen got out of the ring, walked to Liu An's side and arched his hand: "Your Highness, you will not disgrace your mission." ”

"Good! good!" Liu An said three times excitedly: "Master's martial arts are world-famous, and now he is the number one in the world of my Great Wei!"

Mo Chen smiled and nodded, and at this moment, a voice came from his ear: "Little crow, come to my mansion to find me later." ”

It's the Peng Demon King.

He thought for a moment and said to Liu An: "Your Highness, I have something to do, so I will retire first." ”

Liu An nodded and said, "Master has made a great contribution this time, you must return to the East Palace tonight, and I will set up a wine for Master to celebrate." ”

Mo Chen was not Liu An's personal bodyguard, so he naturally had enough freedom, and after he came out of the West School, he went straight to the luxurious mansion of the Peng Demon King.

In the hall of the mansion, the Peng Demon King was already waiting there.

Mo Chen stepped forward and saluted, "Great Sage, I don't know what happened to call me?"

The young Peng Demon King said lazily: "Don't call me the Great Sage, I have lived in the mortal world for a long time and also took a mortal name, called Wang Peng, and I will be called Wang Gongzi in the future." ”

How can a big demon take a mortal name, the human race is no different from beast food in their eyes, but a big guy like Peng Demon King, Mo Chen said What do you like, anyway, I don't care.

He saluted again and said, "Prince Wang." ”

The Peng Demon King put away his lazy appearance, a pair of eyes that could peep into the world flashed with a trace of confusion, and he said: "You are a monster who cultivates the method of sanctifying the flesh, didn't your master teach you combat skills?"

The sensational West School Contest in Yujing City, the Peng Demon King naturally knew it, especially one of the protagonists was the junior of the demon clan he fancied. However, the process of the competition opened his eyes, a demon king with high mana was pressed to the ground by a mortal and rubbed, and finally relied on his physical strength to use a move to win with Wang Ba Fist, yes, Mo Chen's straight fist seemed to him to be the Wang Ba fist used by mortals in fights, which was not a battle skill at all.

Mo Chen shook his head, in the memory of the White Ape Dao people, there were no combat skills.

What Mo Chen didn't know was that Yuan Hong, the ancestor of the White Ape Daoist, had only stolen Yang Jian's opportunity when he was a child, and he had not been taught combat skills, so in the exercises left by Yuan Li, there were no combat skills.

"Okay, then come with me!" As soon as the Peng Demon King stretched out his hand, grabbed Mo Chen's collar, and flew out of the city.

Mo Chen felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and all the scenery in front of him was like a slide, passing quickly. In a flash, he was already standing on a steep mountain cliff, surrounded by thousands of peaks.

"Prince Wang, where is this?" Mo Chen fixed his eyes and looked at it, it didn't look like the scenery outside the Yujing City.

"This is the Dacang Mountain Range in the south of the Southern Ganbu Continent, which is 100,000 miles away from Yujing, and Yujing is too small to be used. The Peng Demon King replied.

100,000 miles, a hundred thousand miles of God's kung fu?

Looking at the appearance of the Peng Demon King's face not blushing and not panting, Mo Chen once again refreshed his cognition of the Peng Demon King's supernatural powers, this speed, is it good to throw him a few streets, etc., if he can't use it, what is he going to do?

"Great Sage, do you want to?" asked Mo Chen cautiously.

"Teach you a combat skill, and save you from being embarrassed by our demon clan in the future!" said the Peng Demon King angrily.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and a golden half-moon halberd had already appeared in his hand, and he said, "Look at it, this is called the Heaven Breaking Technique!"

The halberd in his hand was horizontal, and a tragic murderous aura spread from him......