In the ring of the martial arts competition, there are no eyes for fists and feet, and going to the ring is equivalent to signing a life and death certificate, regardless of life or death. However, everyone is a fellow martial artist, and they don't see each other when they bow their heads, so if it is not really hostile to the two sects, the competition between the disciples on the stage is all to the point, and they are harmonious.

Especially when there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides of the competition, the weaker side will admit that it is invincible and take the initiative to admit defeat. Zhao Zhengcheng is a disciple of the fifth layer of the Cangyun Sect, and he can be regarded as the disciple with the highest cultivation sent by the Cangyun Sect in this martial arts competition. He is already twenty-nine years old this year, and he has been entering the fifth layer of the day after tomorrow for nearly five years, but he has not been able to break through for a long time, and he can be regarded as one of the profound skills among the five layers of the day after tomorrow.

"Hey, your name is Chen Ming, right? What kind of small sect is the Kunling faction, I have never heard of it? Hurry down and admit defeat, lest I do anything, even the third layer of the day after tomorrow dares to come to participate in the martial arts competition, that is, you third-rate sects can do it. ”

Looking at Yang Mo in the ring in front of him, Zhao Zhengcheng waved his hand very disdainfully, signaling Yang Mo to quickly admit defeat. In the previous round of ring, he also met a third-rate sect disciple of the third layer of the day after tomorrow, and the other party saw that he was a core disciple of the Cangyun Sect, and his cultivation was as high as the fifth layer of the day after tomorrow, and he admitted defeat as soon as he entered the field.

"Oh, you want me to admit defeat, but what if I don't admit defeat?" Yang Mo smiled, a trace of murderous intent already flashed on his face. Because the Zhao Zhengcheng in front of him was a disciple of the Cangyun Sect, and the Cangyun Sect was chasing and killing him everywhere, so he happened to be angry with their genius disciples at this martial arts competition.

"Don't admit defeat? You are a martial artist of a third-rate sect, dare to argue with Zhao Zhengcheng of my Cangyun faction? It seems that you don't want to live, then let me fulfill you, anyway, in the ring, killing you is also a wasted kill!"

Without saying a word, this Zhao Zhengcheng unexpectedly showed murderous intentions, clenched his palms into fists, and hit Yang Mo's lower abdomen fiercely.

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it. The corners of Yang Mo's mouth curled slightly, all of Zhao Zhengcheng's movements were clear in his divine sense, and the real qi of his whole body swirled, simulating into qi, Yang Mo easily dodged Zhao Zhengcheng's punch, and instead hit Zhao Zhengcheng's lower abdomen with the same punch.

Burst!

The punch missed, but he was punched hard by Yang Mo. Zhao Zhengcheng felt that his internal organs were shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. But before he could react, Yang Mo's serial feet kicked over unceremoniously.

"Hehe! Now I want to see who killed whom!"

Yang Mo trampled Zhao Zhengcheng under his feet with his last kick, and there was no doubt that he had lost his breath. Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and even the audience on the stage didn't react at all, Zhao Zhengcheng had been killed by Yang Mo.

When the elders of the Cangyun Sect reacted and their number one seed disciple Zhao Zhengcheng was defeated and killed, they immediately became furious, pointed at Yang Mo in the ring, and said angrily: "You dare to kill my Cangyun Sect disciple?

"It's your disciple of the Cangyun Sect who killed, what can you do with me? In the martial arts ring, there are no eyes for your fists and feet, and life and death don't matter. Could it be that you still want to bully the small with the big?"

Yang Mo was not afraid of the threat of the Cangyun Sect elders, but instead he spoke wildly, which immediately attracted a large number of martial artists. Originally, everyone had no suspense about the competition in this ring, the disciples of the fifth layer of the Cangyun Sect and the disciples of the third layer of the third-rate sect of the Ten Ancient Martial Sects, who were better or worse, knew with their butts.

But now, not only did the disciples of the Cangyun Sect not win the game, but they were killed in the ring by the other party in public. Moreover, Chen Ming, a third-rate sect disciple who killed people, even shouted without any concern in the face of the accusations of the elders of the Cangyun Sect.

"Wow! Who is this Chen Ming? So arrogant, the Cangyun Sect is one of the top ten ancient martial arts sects, and he even dares to kill the disciples of the Cangyun Sect?"

"Oops! I ran over to watch the Yangchun Sect's Falling Fairy Contest just now, and I missed such a wonderful duel, the disciples of the third-rate sect counterattacked and killed the disciples of the ten ancient martial arts sects, this is unprecedented!"

"Chen Ming of the Kunling Sect, I have never heard of it, he can actually kill the fifth layer of the Cangyun Sect, then doesn't he have at least the cultivation of the sixth layer of the day after tomorrow? The cultivation of the sixth layer of the day after tomorrow under the age of thirty, are you sure that he is from the Kunling Sect of the third-rate sect?"

......

In an uproar, the disciples of the various sects who were watching the battle in front of the other rings just now all flocked to the ring where Yang Mo was. And when Yang Mo saw so many martial artists coming around, he was even more fearless. He had carefully studied the rules of the tournament before, as long as he was in the ring, he would be killed or injured.

Besides, the elder sent by Cangyun was only a seventh-layer and an eighth-layer after tomorrow, and Yang Mo didn't pay attention to it at all. Moreover, Yang Mo guessed that the reason why the Cangyun Sect, which was one of the top ten ancient martial arts sects, only sent these two elders to the martial arts competition, I am afraid that more forces were trying to find him in Mingzhu City, Yang Mo!

"Dare to kill my Cangyun Sect disciple, give me my life!"

Huang Qingliang, the elder of the seventh layer of the Cangyun Sect, jumped into the ring with a jump, and grabbed Yang Mo fiercely with a strong eagle claw, obviously wanting to avenge his disciple Zhao Zhengcheng.

Yang Mo didn't dodge or dodge, because he knew that the old monk Puji of the Fangong Temple had been watching his side, and sure enough, the moment before Huang Qingliang's strong eagle claws were about to touch Yang Mo's neck, the figure of the old monk Puji flashed and appeared in front of Yang Mo, and with a light palm, he pushed Huang Qingliang away.

"Master Puji, what do you mean by this? Kunling Sect Chen Ming killed my Cangyun Sect disciple Zhao Zhengcheng, I want to kill him to take revenge!"

Huang Qingliang's eyes were red with anger and he glared at Yang Mo. However, Yang Mo put on an expression of what can you do, crossed his toes, and smiled at the old monk Puji: "Master Puji, the competition in the ring is originally without fists and feet. Everyone has just seen that Zhao Zhengcheng of the Cangyun Sect keeps saying that he wants to kill me, is he allowed to kill me, and I am not allowed to kill him? Moreover, the rules of the martial arts competition ring are set by everyone, no matter whether they live or die, does he Cangyun Sect still want to bully the small with the big, and an elder in the late stage of the day after tomorrow will come to me for trouble?"

"Well! What Chen Ming Xiaoyou said is that there are no eyes in the ring, and it is normal to have dead and injured. The old monk Puji nodded towards Yang Mo, then turned to the people of the Cangyun Sect and said, "Elder Huang, I believe that you Cangyun Sect also knows the rules of the martial arts competition. The poor monk also expressed his apologies and sympathy for the injuries of your disciples, but the rules should not be broken. I also ask Elder Huang and your faction to abide by the rules of the competition. ”

"That's right, just allow your Cangyun Sect to kill people, and don't allow others to kill your Cangyun Sect?"

"Could it be that as one of the top ten ancient martial arts sects, do you have privileges?"

"In this way, it is better not to have a martial arts competition, and directly let them win the first place in the Cangyun Sect!"

......

It seems that the reputation of this Cangyun Sect is also very bad, so as soon as the old monk of Puji stood up to speak for Yang Mo, the disciples of other sects around him also attacked him in groups, sneering at the people of the Cangyun Sect. Rao is Cangyun Sect, as one of the top ten ancient martial arts sects, did not dare to be angry, so he had to say a cruel word to Yang Mo, and then retreated.

"Hmph, okay, Kunling Sect, Chen Ming! My Cangyun Sect remembered. ”

The indignant Huang Qingliang retreated from the ring, accompanied by the boos of the disciples of the other sects to the Cangyun Sect, which showed that this had caused a lot of impact on the prestige of the Cangyun Sect.

"Senior Brother Huang, we shouldn't be strong now. Elder Han and the others are looking for that little rabbit cub named Yang Mo in Mingzhu City, the Dragon Quest is likely to be on his body, if our Cangyun Sect finds the Dragon Quest, even if we don't find the Dragon Vein ourselves, and hand over the Dragon Quest Bead to the Dragon Guard of Dragon Tomb Mountain, we can also exchange a lot of benefits. So now we have to keep a low profile and not attract the attention of other sects, so as not to be intervened by them. This Chen Ming of the Kunling Sect, when the martial arts competition is over, I will let him know that he knows the fate of offending our Cangyun Sect. ”

Before Huang Qingliang got out of the ring, another elder of the Cangyun Sect, Zhong Shouhe, stepped forward and whispered to him, and then the people from the Cangyun Sect quietly returned to their positions.

"Chen Ming Xiaoyou, it seems that you really hid your strength before. Your true strength should be the sixth layer of the day after tomorrow, right? Otherwise, you won't be able to kill the fifth layer of the Cangyun Sect."

In the ring, the old monk Pu Ji said to Yang Mo happily.

"Master Puji, you are exalting me too much. I was able to kill Zhao Zhengcheng, but I just happened to be lucky. Hey, hey, that ...... The others are still competing, so I won't stand in the ring and hinder everyone, I'll go down first. ”

Seeing that the Cangyun Sect was a turtle with a single shrunken head, Yang Mo was happy in his heart, planning to kill the disciples of the Cangyun Sect if he ran into them again in the next game.

And Yang Mo's words made the corners of the old monk Puji's mouth twitch, and the audience in the audience also scoffed at Yang Mo's words just now, everyone knew that Yang Mo must have hidden his strength. Otherwise, if you are lucky, you can easily kill the martial artist of the fifth layer of the day after tomorrow with the strength of the third layer of the day after tomorrow?

"Yang Mo, you ...... I saw that people were so fierce, and I was really afraid that they would kill you. ”

After getting out of the ring, Lu Xiaoye hurriedly ran to Yang Mo's side, and said with red eyes.

"Don't worry, Ono, I didn't expect that the people of the Cangyun Sect wouldn't dare to do anything here. Moreover, I used a fake name, and when the competition is over, they want to settle accounts with the Kunling faction, what does it matter to me? Hehe!"

Yang Mo touched Lu Xiaoye's head, and then said, "However, after the martial arts competition is over, I'm afraid I will have to leave here as soon as possible." Xiao Ye, you go to Lu's house in a while, and let Lu Yao send someone to escort you back to Mingzhu City, just wait at home, Aunt Ping, I will definitely save you." ”

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