In the afternoon, the sun is shining in the sky, the bright sunshine is shining, and the square in the front yard of the Qin family is full of people, and it is becoming more and more lively.

The first round of the Qin family competition has ended, and the top 100 children of the three generations of the Qin family have been produced, and after a break of half an hour, the second round of the competition is about to begin.

"My luck is really good!" Qin Mo said with a smile in the crowd.

In the first round of three competitions, Qin Mo met an opponent who was a samurai, which made him feel incredible, and he felt that his luck was too good.

"Well, Brother Mo, didn't you say before that luck is also part of strength. ”

Next to her, the little girl nodded thoughtfully, she was quite happy that Qin Mo had successfully entered the top 100 of the three generations.

"However, Brother Mo, you have to guard against arrogance and rashness, and don't underestimate the enemy!" the little girl said with a serious matter.

Qin Mo smiled and shook his head, this little girl always remembered what he said so clearly, and now she is still educating him like a little adult. However, seeing that Xiao Nizi is getting smarter and smarter, he is also happy for her in his heart.

At this time, the surrounding crowd was discussing, and after the first round, the top 100 children of the three generations of the Qin family were produced, and there were two young martial artists who were very eye-catching.

One of the young martial artists was naturally the first person of the three generations of the original Qin family, and the grandson of the Great Elder, Qin Xi.

In the first round of three competitions, Qin regret showed overwhelming strength, and each competition was a punch, leaving a punch mark in the ring, and the shocked opponent automatically conceded defeat.

Cultivating as a warrior in the fifth stage, the family's unique martial arts skills are successful in the cultivation of military fists, such an amazing strength can be said to stand out among the three generations of the Qin family, even among the younger generation of the Burning Town, Qin regret is enough to rank among the top five.

Therefore, everyone present has already determined that the first position in the clan ratio this time is none other than Qin Regret.

Another eye-catching young martial artist is Qin Yunjiang from the sidelines, who was unknown before, but after three consecutive competitions, he gained the attention of the crowd.

This thick-eyed young warrior, the opponents he met in three consecutive competitions were all samurai third-stage cultivators. Among the three generations of the Qin family, the cultivation of the third stage of the warrior is enough to rank among the top 100.

However, in these three competitions, Qin Yunjiang defeated his opponent with one punch, and the victory was effortless.

Such a record can be called proud, and naturally won everyone's attention, many people speculate that Qin Yunjiang's true cultivation should be infinitely close to the fifth stage of the warrior, which can be described as a big dark horse in this clan competition.

As for Qin Mo's three competitions, they attracted ridicule from many people, all of whom mocked him for taking **** luck, and he had encountered such weak opponents in three consecutive games, and it was purely by luck that he ranked among the top 100 of the three generations of his family.

Some people even ridiculed that the bamboo sticks in the big stone box were not the hands of the elders of the Qin family that made Qin Mo's opponents in three consecutive games so weak.

After all, Qin Mo, as the grandson of the patriarch Qin Zhengxing, was the first day of the burning of the town in the past, and now if he can't even enter the top 100 of the family, then Qin Zhengxing will also be disgraced.

Half an hour later, in the midst of the noise of the crowd, the second round of competition began.

Similar to the rules of the first round, the top 100 players draw lots in a large stone box, and the number on the bamboo stick determines the opponent and the number of matches.

However, unlike the first round, there is only one match in the second round, and if you fail, you will be eliminated!

This time, Qin Mo drew the number on the bamboo stick—No. 1.

"I'm the first one. ”

Qin Mo stepped into the ring and saw his opponent this time, a tall and burly young man, who was none other than Qin Da.

"The second round, the first game. ”

"Zong family, Qin Mo. ”

"Zong family, Qin Da. ”

In the first round of the competition, Qin Da showed quite amazing strength, the cultivation of the third stage of the samurai is extremely stable, I am afraid that it will not be long before he can impact the realm of the fourth stage of the samurai, which can be called a strong contender for the top 50 of the three generations.

It seems that Qin Mo's good luck has finally come to an end, and when he meets Qin Da, who has always been hostile to him, the 100th place of the three generations of children is the final result of this clan competition, Qin Mo.

In fact, the grievances between Qin Mo and Qin Da have long been known to everyone among the three generations of the Qin family.

Eight years ago, Qin Mo reached the realm of the ninth stage of martial arts at the age of six, which can be described as sharp, and the younger generation of the Qin family can no longer reach Xiang Bei.

In that year's Qin family comparison, Qin Mo fought with Qin Da, and the latter was beaten all over the ground and lost extremely completely.

After that, Qin Mo's cultivation stagnated, and Qin Da broke through to the warrior realm, and when he had nothing to do, he would come to the door to find trouble.

"Hahaha...... , Qin Mo, you can't think of it, in the first game of the second round, you ran into me, you deserve to be unlucky!"

Qin Da laughed loudly, wanton and arrogant, and a look of hatred appeared in his eyes, "Since eight years ago, I have been waiting for this day, in front of everyone's eyes, to beat you to the head and blood, and to show everyone how the first day of the burning town in the past was defeated at my feet." ”

On the other side, Qin Mo sighed, Qin Da's mind was really narrow, eight years ago, the clan was inferior to others, and defeat was defeat. Later, he kept making trouble with him, and this kind of behavior made Qin Mo a little ashamed.

In the ring, the referee waved and announced, "The competition begins." ”

With a bang, Qin Da's bones all over his body made a crisp sound, and his true qi surged around his body, blooming with a layer of faint light, like a shiny gauze robe.

The air cage is like a veil, which is the symbol of the third stage of the samurai!

With his arms wrapped around his chest, Qin Da looked down in a condescending posture and said, "Qin Mo, I am magnanimous and don't like to bully the weak. Give you a chance to shout three times in front of everyone present - I will admit defeat if my skills are not as good as others! Roll down from the ring again, and I will let you go. ”

The corners of Qin Mo's mouth twitched, and he said lightly: "Originally, I wanted to fight quickly like I did eight years ago. Now, I've changed my mind. ”

"Eight years ago, you were looking for death. ”

Airplanes!

Qin Da shouted angrily, flicked his feet, and rushed out. The footsteps were fast, and when he reached the third step of running, his body had swept into the air, and his legs were kicked out alternately, and his energy was vigorous, and there was a violent friction with the air, and there was a sharp eagle's cry.

Bronze Eagle Bone Breaker Kick!

Someone in the audience recognized that this was a mortal-level martial art, and it was a leg technique created according to the action of a demon beast and a bronze eagle in Wanren Mountain. Cultivating to the realm of Dacheng, he can kick through a three-meter-thick rock with one kick, and his power is amazing.

I saw that the shadow of the leg flashed, and in the blink of an eye, it hit Qin Momian Door.

"At the beginning, I was looking for teeth all over the ground, and today, I will discredit your face!"

Qin Da's eyes were full of resentment, and he used the true qi of his whole body and poured it into his legs, exerting the power of the bronze eagle's broken bone kick to the extreme.

Just when the leg shadow was about to kick solid, Qin Mo moved, raised his right leg, kicked straight up, and with a bang, the leg shadow disappeared in the sky.

Not far away, the elder who served as the referee opened his eyes wide, only to see Qin Mo's right foot raised in front of him, and he actually held Qin Da's legs straight and kicked the copper eagle's broken bones.

"How is it possible!? Qin Mo, this little bastard, actually withstood the leg skills of my copper eagle bone crushing kick with the strength of one leg. ”

Qin Da's eyes widened in disbelief, he roared violently, his body spun in mid-air, his legs rotated along the trend, and he performed the killing move of the Bronze Eagle Bone Crushing Kick, kicking out twelve kicks in an instant.

Bronze Eagle Bone Shattering Chain Kick!

Looking at the attack of one leg as strong as one leg, Qin Mo's expression remained unchanged, and his right foot was raised again, kicking into the heavy leg shadow.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones shattering sounded, and Qin Mo's seemingly casual kick was right in the ankle of Qin Da's right foot, and with a scream, Qin Da's tall body fell to the ground.

At this time, Qin Mo's body moved, and he walked forward, his posture was extremely peculiar, as if he was stepping on a pulley under his feet, and he quickly slid forward.

Then he kicked out another kick, hitting the ankle of Qin Da's left foot, and there was another sound of bone breaking, Qin Da lay on the ground, hugging the ankles of his feet, wailing.

"My feet, my ankles are broken...... Qin Da screamed.

"I said, I changed my mind. ”

Qin Mo's figure flashed, appeared in front of Qin Da, and kicked him in the frightened gaze of the tall young man.

Suddenly, I saw that in the ring, Qin Da flew up, his tall body danced in mid-air, like a drowning chicken, drawing a big parabola in mid-air, slamming into the wall in the front yard, and then slid down, and immediately passed out.

For a while, the crowd was silent, and many people raised their heads high, as if they were being pinched by the neck, forgetting to breathe, and their faces were red.