PS: It is recommended in the afternoon, so today there will be a small outbreak, and the three watches will go. By the way, ask for an evaluation vote, otherwise the evaluation column will look empty......

In addition, I would like to thank the 'indifferent Ren Yao' brother, since the book was issued, the daily recommendation vote reward and clicks have not been less, Tianya sincerely expressed his gratitude, and also asked other brothers and sisters to support and accompany Tianya together!

(There will be updates in the afternoon and evening!)

Liu Rupeng was still wearing a gray robe, folding a fan in his hand, and his face always had a cold arrogance. The same is true of the four guards beside him, with cold faces and mechanical steps, their eyes staring straight at the direction without wandering for a moment, as if they were also four puppets.

When Liu Rupeng came to Dulonghutai, the second competition had already begun, but everyone had their eyes on him and unconsciously gave way to him. Liu Rupeng stood at the entrance and glanced up, and then stopped his gaze on Tang Limo, who was on the third floor. After staring for a moment, he ignored the path that everyone had let them out, but walked to a secluded place on the side and sat down.

Seeing this, Mao Hu snorted and laughed: "Last year, the matter of Liu Rupeng's martial arts competition and killing people has spread all over the world, and no one should be willing to fight him again this year, it seems that his entry into Linggu is already a sure thing." ”

Mo Wenyu's face was serious, he stared at Liu Rupeng for a long time and said two words: "Not necessarily!"

After the fierce screening the day before, the people who could stay in the second order were somewhat strong, so it was a waste of time to compete. Half a day later, only seventeen races have been completed.

Near noon, Mo Erha, who had rested for a few hours, finally woke up, although his face was still a little pale, but it could be seen that there was no major problem. As soon as he opened his eyes, he clutched his stomach and shouted that he was hungry.

Mao Hu laughed: "What's the matter, Grandpa Mao, I'm right, like him, a roast chicken and two pots of good wine, after eating, it's almost time to eat!

Tuchen shook his head helplessly, caught a few taels of silver thrown by Mao Hu and turned around and walked down the mountain.

But just after taking three steps, Yu Danfan's voice penetrated his ears again: "The final stage, the twenty-first, Tuchen, no ...... Anonymous, please get in the ring. ”

When he said 'Anonymous', Yu Danfan paused obviously, deliberately looked at the list in his hand, and finally shouted again after making sure that it was correct, but there was still confusion on his face, not knowing that there was still someone with such a name.

After the shouting, a middle-aged man flew up and jumped into the ring. The man was wearing a black bodysuit, a black cloak hanging from his shoulders, a straw hat, and his hands on his chest in a chivalrous manner.

Hearing his name, Tuchen hurriedly turned around and ran to the ring, Mao Hu shouted behind him: "Brother, you are the same, remember that your life is important, if you can't fight, quickly admit defeat!"

When Tuchen climbed into the ring, Yu Danfan was confirming his name with the middle-aged man, the man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a circle of stubble on the side of his mouth, although he looked rough but his face was kind, without those sinister and cunning atmosphere. He looked at Yu Danfan and smiled heartily: "I have no name and no surname, I don't want to compete for fame and fortune, I just want to learn some better skills, slay demons and eliminate demons to benefit the world!" ”

Yu Danfan also treated him politely, saluted and said with a smile: "Where is it, it's me who made a fuss." After that, he stood in the middle and made a 'please' gesture: "The point is up, admit defeat and stop, two of you, please start." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, and did not make a move immediately, but raised his hand and hugged his fist: "Under the nameless knight, if the shot is heavier in a while, please ask the little brother Haihan!"

Tuchen also smiled mechanically, and hugged his fists in the same way as this nameless knight.

After the etiquette, the nameless knight squatted up and walked on his own feet, and fought very hard with his southern fists and northern legs. After the routine, he patted his chest and bent his finger at Tuchen: "Come on!"

Tuchen tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, thinking that the nameless knight in front of him was flesh and blood, and he couldn't be a puppet like Zuo Qiuyun before. As long as he is not a puppet, he is not afraid that he will not be able to hit him. And in case the enemy can't be defeated, as long as you admit defeat in time, there will be no big problem.

Thinking of this, Tuchen no longer hesitated, clenched his fists and rushed to the front with all his strength, and hit the unknown knight in front of the door.

The nameless knight didn't wait any longer, and at the same time fought back, and for a while the two of them intersected fists and feet and fought together.

If you want to talk about routine exercises, the nameless knight is naturally better, and every punch and kick is full of discipline. And Tuchen was beaten randomly, and his fists and feet were chaotic. It was this chaotic offensive method that caught the nameless knight a little off guard, revealing many flaws one after another.

These flaws were not let go, but what made him feel strange was that his fist was obviously straight through, but after getting close to the body of the Nameless Knight, it instantly shifted and caused it to be empty, as if the Nameless Knight's body was smeared with a thick layer of oil and water!

There are several big flaws in front of him, and Tuchen can obviously take advantage of this opportunity to gain the upper hand, but he frequently misses and misses a punch!

Mo Erha stood under the stage and jumped straight up, ignoring Tang Limo and the two elders who were sitting on the top of the three-story high stairs, and shouted loudly: "Tuchen, you kid have drunk too much, you can't beat this! I have been in vain with the second master for half a month!"

Tuchen was also very anxious in his heart, and he straightened his fists again and again, but after touching the body of the nameless knight, he turned to the side without suspense and turned into empty punches.

Mao Hu, who has always kept talking, suddenly quieted down this time, standing aside and brushing his beard, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "It's not because of Tuchen, that 'nameless'...... Looks like there's a problem......"

"Question, what question?" asked Mo Erha, turning his head.

Mao Hu shook his head, and his face was full of doubts: "There is no problem with the direction of Tuchen's punch, but every time he is about to hit Anonymous, he will obviously change the direction." In this case, either Tuchen deliberately released water, or the anonymous body was weird! As for what weirdness it is, we really haven't seen it......

After such a hand-to-hand fight for a while, Tuchen's physical strength decreased significantly, and his movements gradually became slower.

Mo Erha's facial features were all twisted together, and he suddenly patted his head for a while: "!!Spells!

Tuchen understood what Mo Erha meant, and if he couldn't do close combat, he could only change his strategy and use long-range attacks instead, so he chose a vacancy and retreated to a distance of more than ten meters. After recalling it in my brain, I found that the ones with the deepest memories were the 'Thunder Talisman' and the 'Karmic Fire Talisman'. Because on the first day he can remember, he supervised Mo Erha to draw these two charms a hundred times each, and although he didn't deliberately learn them, he was also deeply impressed by the repetition of a hundred times.

The karmic fire talisman is relatively complex, so the first choice is, of course, the thunder talisman.

Recalling the drawing method of the Ben Thunder Fu, Tuchen tried his best to gather the qi of the dantian at his fingertips, and then began to depict it in mid-air with his feelings.

The first attempt was unsuccessful, so Mo Erha rushed to the ring to draw for him: "No, no, no, wrong! The last stroke should go to the left! Gather energy! Gather energy! No matter how good the painting is, it is useless!"

The power of the spell is directly linked to the qi of the dantian gathered, and the stronger the breath, the stronger the spell drawn.

With Mo Erha's reminder, the second time Tuchen finally drew the spell correctly, raised his hand and pointed at it, and a lightning bolt that could barely condense into shape slashed down from mid-air and hit the left shoulder of the nameless knight.

I don't know if it was because the charm was too powerful, or because of the Nameless Knight's own fault, the lightning didn't play a real role other than some visual effects. Hitting the nameless knight is like tickling, and it can be said that there is no power at all!