As soon as these words came out, Mo Ming immediately changed color, and even Ji Mingyue on the side frowned.

"Do you know?" asked Ji Mingyue.

"I don't know!"

Mo Ming transmitted, but there were huge waves in his heart.

"Does he really know me?"

Mo Ming was stunned, and couldn't help but subconsciously become vigilant, the other party's words already explained everything, no wonder he had such thoughts before.

However, no matter how he looked at the yellowed face, he felt so strange that he could not remember where he had seen it.

"Who are you?" Mo Ming couldn't help frowning and asked in a deep voice.

The corners of the cuttlefish's mouth pulled up a slight arc, and there was an undisguised banter in his eyes, and he did not answer, but asked rhetorically again.

"Don't you dare to fight me?"

"Who are you?" Mo Ming asked again.

"If you don't fight, then I'll leave!"

The cuttlefish didn't mean to answer at all, he chuckled and spoke, and when his voice fell, he said that he would leave, and when he turned around, he wanted to bypass Mo Ming and go elsewhere.

"Hit!"

Mo Ming let out a low snort and stretched out his hand to stop him. After thinking about it, he still asked bluntly, "However, I want to know what you mean by what you just said? Do you know me?"

The cuttlefish turned his head, looked at Mo Ming's puzzled look, and suddenly smiled: "I naturally know, I can recognize you even if you turn to ashes, but if you want to know who I am, after the fight, you will naturally know!"

"Really?"

Mo Ming raised his eyebrows, didn't say more, stretched out one hand, and made a gesture of please.

The cuttlefish immediately glanced at Mo Ming with a smile, and without hesitation, his figure flashed, and he walked along the end of the street.

Mo Ming thought about it for a while, turned around and was about to follow, but at this moment, Ji Mingyue stopped him.

"Do you really want to fight him? If not, I won't want those spirit stones!" Ji Mingyue frowned and said with some hesitation.

There was worry in her eyes, because compared to Mo Ming, she knew better about the difficulty of cuttlefish, and it was enough to really catch up with her cultivation of building the foundation of the Great Perfection Realm all the way to this place, which was enough to show that the other party was difficult.

Moreover, judging from the previous few battles, the other party didn't even use her spiritual power cultivation, and easily responded to her attack with only the strength of her body, and she had to admit that the other party's strength was very strong, and even far exceeded the strength that a foundation building period monk should have.

And Mo Mingcai's cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, even if he also has a physical body cultivation that is not weaker than that of the general foundation building stage or even the Great Perfection realm, but for the cuttlefish, there is still no chance of winning.

Ji Mingyue was very worried that this was a trap set by the cuttlefish, and worried that Mo Ming would be injured because of it.

However, as soon as her words fell, Mo Ming shook his head.

"No! I have to fight! It's not just yours anymore, you heard him just now, I have to figure out who he is!"

"But ......"

Ji Mingyue wanted to say something, but Mo Ming had already followed.

In fact, Mo Ming knew very well what the meaning of this battle was, as he said, he had to figure out who the other party really was and why he knew him, but he didn't know the other party.

After all, from the very beginning, Mo Ming had a low-key thought, let alone such a stranger, even if it was his senior brother Murong Qingzhuo or Wang Meng and many other former friends, he didn't want others to recognize him.

Besides, it is not a good thing for such a stranger to suddenly say such a thing, and there is always a feeling that he is in the back of his back, not knowing whether the other party is friend or foe, or what purpose he has.

In every Fang City of Luo Jianzong, there are open martial arts arenas.

This kind of martial arts arena is set up for monks of other sects or casual cultivators who come and go here, so that people can use it to settle their personal grievances, or to learn from each other and temper each other's cultivation.

The martial arts arena in the Fang City, where Mo Ming is now located, is located in a huge square at the east end.

The square is dozens of miles wide, and there are dozens of platforms of a hundred zhang in size, each platform is a duel field, which is guarded by a formation, which can be used by people to fight without destroying the surrounding venues, and even without accidentally injuring others.

When Mo Ming and the three of them just stepped into the square, what caught the eyes of the three of them was a lively and lively scene.

On top of those dozens of platforms, almost half of them were used by people at this time, and some of them fought alone, or fought in pairs, or there were many people fighting chaotically, and all kinds of brilliance flickered and flickered, and it looked very intense.

And around those platforms where there are duels, there are many monks around, and these people are all looking at the duels on the stage with fiery eyes, or shouting or cheering, very excited, and lively.

"Kill!"

A roar suddenly came from one of the platforms closest to Mo Ming, and a sturdy young man held a silver-white killing sword in his hand and slashed at an old man opposite.

The old man's face did not change at all, and with a wave of his hand, he played a magic trick, which shook the young man's killing sword away with lightning speed, and at the same time, a black match hit the young man's chest.

Suddenly, only listening to the sound of "poof", the young man coughed up blood, his face instantly turned pale, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing this, many monks in the audience immediately burst into a buzzing sound, some laughed, some regretted, and some lowered their heads and sighed, and everyone's expression was different.

"In this battle, the old man wins! Come on, come on, whoever won the young man before will quickly hand over the spirit stone to me, and I am willing to accept defeat in the bet!"

Suddenly, a very bloated man shouted, stretched out his hand and begged for it.

Some people bowed their heads and cursed, took out the spirit stone from their arms and handed it to each other, while more people scattered in a hurry when they heard the sound, lest there be too much.

"Hey, I said, can't you afford to lose?"

The bloated man stretched out his hand and grabbed a person, raised his head and shouted: "Whoever dares to leave without handing over the spirit stone, I will immediately drive him out, dare to play tricks on my Luo Jian Sect, do you really think that my Luo Jian Sect is a beggar on the street, if you want to bully you, you can bully?"

As soon as these words came out, those who wanted to leave in the audience immediately changed color, because the bloated man was a disciple of Luo Jianzong, with a jade pendant engraved with the word "sword" on his waist, and his cultivation was not low, with the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan.

Those people stood on the spot, neither to go, nor to stay, until the bloated man's eyes turned horizontally, revealing a hint of fierceness, and then they gritted their teeth and took out the spirit stone from the storage bag and threw it to the bloated man.

"Hehe, that's right, admit that you have to admit defeat, how can you walk away, this is immoral!"

The bloated man laughed until all the people he had made a bet with before had handed over the spirit stones, then he turned around and left the place, heading straight for another platform.

At the same time, on the platform just now, a young man covered in blood was carried away, and his body was no longer lifeless, and he was killed by the old man's blow.

"Can this martial arts arena fight to the death?"

When Mo Ming saw this scene, he frowned unconsciously, originally thought that although this kind of martial arts arena could be used for people to duel, there must be restrictions, but he didn't expect that Luo Jianzong would ignore it at all, as long as he didn't duel in some public places, in this martial arts arena, all life and death were only his own responsibility.

"Mo Ming, why don't we fight?" Ji Mingyue said with a worried face.

She also saw such a scene in her eyes, and she couldn't help but worry more about Mo Ming, because she knew too well that the person named Cuttlefish was not only shameless and hateful, but also powerful.

And as the saying goes, fists and feet have no eyes, if you are only injured, it is better, but if you lose your life because of this, it will be a little more than worth the loss, who knows if the cuttlefish has been determined to kill when he said that he was going to come to the martial arts duel from the beginning.

When Mo Ming heard this, he naturally knew that the situation was far more serious than he imagined, but after thinking about it, he finally shook his head.

After all, if he retreats just because he is worried that his life will be in danger, this will also violate his long-standing beliefs, and it may also damage his Dao heart because of this, and his cultivation will stagnate from then on.

And more importantly, if he retreats, how will he have the courage to face the root cause of the changes in the Tongtian Mountains in the future?

What's more, Mo Ming didn't think that he would lose, even if his cultivation was not as good as the other party, and his physical body was not as good as the other party, but he still had hole cards and demon knives, even if he was a monk in the early stage of Jindan, he had the confidence to kill!