The west school field is the forbidden army training camp on the west side of Yujing City, but the army was an important place in the past, and today it is crowded with people, all of whom are people in the capital who heard the news and came to see the lively people and people in the martial arts.

The bustling crowd surrounded the entire school field, and the men and horses of Liu An and King Chu each occupied one side, and the distinction was clear.

Liu An's little face was a little nervous, his prestige was too shallow, and if he lost in front of so many people at this time, he would lose face.

"Your Highness, don't worry, since I want to compete, I am naturally sure. Mo Chen's words contained great confidence.

Perhaps infected by Mo Chen's temperament, Liu Anxin also calmed down.

The king of Chu over there is calm, in terms of martial arts, who can compare to Zuo Ziliang, but he still has something uneasy in his heart, two days ago, Xuanfei Daoist wanted to help him except Liu An, who would have expected that he would never return, that Xuanfei Daoist is a capable character, even he failed to kill Liu An, there must be a master around him.

In terms of who the master was, he really didn't suspect Mo Chen, after all, in his eyes, the one who could subdue the Xuanfei Daoist was not a monk but also a Taoist.

Zuo Ziliang sat quietly under the ring, did not speak, and there was no expression on his swarthy face, but that kind of bearing and proper grandmaster demeanor, just by looking at it, people felt that this person was extraordinary. In contrast, Mo Chen, who is young and handsome, is not so believable.

Yesterday, he defeated the mad knife and the two heroes with one punch, that is, he avenged his old friend, and also established his authority in the king of Chu, thinking of the promise of the king of Chu to him, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

The sun soon moved overhead, and noon had arrived.

There was no referee, Zuo Ziliang turned over and easily stepped into the ring with a harrier, Mo Chen, he could only slowly go up from the steps step by step.

"Look at this momentum, I bet on Zuo Ziliang for 1,000 taels, and I won!" a middle-aged man dressed in wealth at the bottom said to the person next to him.

"Zuo Ziliang is the number one master in the world, and he will definitely win if he wins, but the odds are one hundred to one, which is a bit too low. It was a fat man behind him who spoke.

"What's wrong with the low, that little white face is high, one pays fifty, do you dare to press?" the middle-aged man said again.

"Brother Wang, I really pressed one or two, what if I win?" it was the middle-aged man's companion who spoke.

"In case you win, what if Zuo Ziliang's subordinates still have it? I'm afraid you don't want this tael of silver. ”

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The audience in the ring almost talked about it, betting on Zuo Ziliang, thinking that he would win.

On the field, seeing Mo Chen, who was dressed as a boy, walked up, Zuo Ziliang's eyes were a little contemptuous, and he said: "You yellow-mouthed child, I'm afraid you don't know Zuo's prestige, so you don't admit defeat quickly, so as not to hurt your life." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's do it!"

"I've fought more than 300 battles, and I've had more than 100 souls under a pair of iron palms, and no one has ever dared to talk to me like this. ”

"Crooked, to fight or not to fight?" Mo Chen was a little impatient, he hadn't figured out how to beat this person yet, whether to punch him directly, or pretend to be a martial arts master and fight him, but it seemed that he didn't know much kung fu.

It is also said that when the Great White Ape taught the exercises, there was a mess of everything, except that there were no hand-to-hand combat skills such as martial arts and combat skills, and it was all related things to cultivating and becoming immortals.

"Kid presumptuous!"

Zuo Ziliang roared angrily, and with a wave of his big arm, a casserole-sized fist hit Mo Chen's face.

The strength of the fist is not small, and it is erratic in the air, making it difficult to see the specific position of the punch for a while, and with the fist, there is also a fighting spirit that dominates the world and wins all battles.

Sure enough, ugly people always want to slap him in the face when they meet handsome people, and Mo Chen secretly complains.

No matter how strong the mortal's fighting spirit is, no matter how subtle the boxing technique is, in the eyes of a heavenly immortal demon, it is the same as playing, even if Mo Chen stands here and lets him fight for ten days and ten nights, I am afraid that it will be fine, but it can exhaust Zuo Ziliang to death.

If you want to slap me in the face, it's up to you?

Mo Chen's palm nudged, blocking the path of that fist.

The fists intersected, but Mo Chen didn't feel the slightest sense of strength, and the moment the fist touched Mo Chen's palm, it was like a slippery loach, slid across the palm and slammed into Mo Chen's chest.

Looking at Mo Chen's somewhat surprised face, Zuo Ziliang had a smile on his face, how many enemies thought they could block his fists, and in the end they were all defeated under his hands.

It's a win!

No one has ever been able to take a punch from him, Zuo Ziliang can be intact.

While!

There was a dull thud, as if it had been smashed against a large piece of iron.

"King Kong is not bad, you are a martial artist who refines the body?" Zuo Ziliang was shocked, and ate his own punch, this person was fine at all, but it shook his fist painfully, is it that he has cultivated external skills to the realm of perfection?

Martial arts are indeed somewhat interesting, and even mortal martial arts can catch Mo Chen off guard in hand-to-hand combat, although that bit of strength is like tickling.

Refining the body?

Eighty-nine Xuangong is indeed a practice for refining the body, Mo Chen nodded slightly.

No wonder he dared to challenge himself at a young age, it turned out that he was a consummate external cultivation, there was a trace of clarity in Zuo Ziliang's eyes, but it was still more self-confidence, and he had not never encountered a master of body refining, and he had other methods.

Dialogue is dialogue, but his fists and feet have not stopped, every punch and kick carries a strong wind, attacking along all kinds of mysterious traces, although Mo Chen has repeatedly seen through it, but there are too many tricks, and he still suffered a lot of punches and kicks, and these punches and kicks also contain a weak force that drills straight into the internal organs, but unfortunately it has no effect on Mo Chen.

Kindness?

The strength of fighting cattle across the mountains can't break his external strength?

Zuo Ziliang's face was a little surprised, in the past, he usually had this hand to deal with external cultivation masters.

The people on the field didn't know what he was thinking, and everyone saw that Mo Chen seemed to be unable to do martial arts, which was dwarfed, but he still received a lot of punches and kicks, which was like losing.

Liu An's heart was about to jump out of his throat, Mo Chen didn't fight back once, and King Chu was smiling at the corner of his mouth, Zuo Ziliang became the prince's master, how many days can Liu An live?

Suddenly, when Zuo Ziliang's attack was ineffective, he inhaled suddenly, his chest bulged like a big bellows, his face turned red, and then he spit out in the direction of Mo Chen's eyes, and he actually spit out a sword qi that was extremely sharp.

No matter how much the master of external cultivation cultivates, it is impossible to practice to the eyes, and if he is caught off guard, he will inevitably be pierced through the brain by this sword qi from the eye socket and die!

I'm rubbing, mouth cannon, mouth cheap, bah, mouth sword!

Mo Chen was really shocked, it was the first time he had seen someone fight with his mouth, was his mouth strong?

It's a pity to disappoint you.

If it is said that when the fists and feet are in close contact with Mo Chen, the sudden change Mo Chen can't stop it, but this sword qi is bright and shaking, and it won't change the trajectory, Mo Chen's two palms stretched out and spread them on his eyes.

With a bang, all the sword qi hit the palm of his hand, and that palm didn't even turn red......