"Pressing him?" Hu Hansan touched the bandage on his forehead, "Trust your intuition!" Then he immediately made a bet on the other side of the communicator.

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In the ring, the two teenagers saluted each other and then put on a posture. There will be no illusion in the finals, so the space for the competition can only be in the ring. According to the rules, it cannot be ended unless either side admits defeat, or which side loses its combat effectiveness, or which side falls into the ring.

"Let's go!" The ceremonial officer announced loudly from the high platform, and then the atmosphere of the whole venue instantly became inflamed. Everyone was cheering, Luo Yiying had the advantage of the field, and the call of the Sword Heng Sect was the highest.

But the two teenagers in the ring are more subtle.

Luo Yiying drew his sword with a "bang", planted the scabbard into the floor beside him, and then said to Mo Ziyan: "Draw the sword!" "This ring is equipped with a special formation, which is easy to destroy, and now Luo has nailed the scabbard to the ground in a flash, you can imagine how fierce his sword posture is.

But his opponent Mo Ziyan didn't speak, nor did he act, just stared at him silently, staring at him creepy.

It has always been Luo Yiying's scorching eyes, no one has used Luo Yiying's eyes like this, and this eye is not scorching, on the contrary, it is very cold and very quiet. It's like the snow wolf he met when he was training in the icy and snowy environment of the North Continent, just staring at the elk foraging for food.

Luo Yiying is a military cultivator of Huoxing, so his personality is naturally more impatient, he can't stand Mo Ziyan's eyes, and roars again with some anxiety: "Draw your sword!" ”

But Mo Ziyan still didn't say a word, just stared at him quietly. Luo Yiying couldn't stand Mo Ziyan's eyes anymore, so he roared: "Let's fight!" ”

His domineering Fire Xing Yuan Force was instantly unleashed, and with the Sword Hengzong Sword Technique, which was already known for its fierceness, it was extremely fast, like a fierce tiger rushing towards its prey.

Mo Ziyan still stood silently, his eyes staring at Luo Yiying quietly, and finally spoke:

"Three steps, two steps, one step."

When Luo Yiying's attack was about to be stained with Mo Ziyan's Yuan Force Qi armor, Mo Ziyan finally moved, stretched out his hand, and held the hilt of the sword.

"Wow!"

Mo Ziyan's voice pulling out his sword turned out to be "whoosh" instead of "bang"! For example, a waterfall that has been frozen for a winter suddenly breaks the ice, and the chill pours out instantly, which seems to instantly reverse the heat of the weather, and it seems that even the blazing cheering sound outside the venue is frozen!

"This!" Luo Yiying was stunned, because he felt that his movements had slowed down, and it seemed that he was about to freeze.

The sound of Mo Ziyan coming out of the sheath in his ears had not flashed, and the long sword like a cold sword broke through the air like this, such an attack Luo Yiying thought that he could block it, but his speed was frozen!

One millimeter, only a millimeter apart, the sword blade still pointed at Luo Yiying's eyebrows, and the sword qi froze a small ice flower on his brow.

He, lost.

He could actually block it, all he had to do was risk getting frostbitten from the cold. But he didn't block it, because it was just a millimeter error, and if Mo Ziyan could hurt him, he won.

"I, lost, lost." Luo Yiying said these three words slowly, and stepped back stiffly.

Mo Ziyan slowly put his sword back into its sheath, and turned around and left without saying a word.

This competition between talented teenagers suddenly rose and fell, and the outcome was decided.

"Mo Ziyan, win!" The words of the ceremonial official resounded throughout the audience, and the people on the other side of the Lei Yin Pavilion immediately danced with joy.

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On the side of Tianjian Mountain, hearing this result, Hu Hansan was not surprised, but just sighed: "It's really a master's move, and you can see it with one move." But he was in a good mood, because the gambling game had just sent him a new message, and he looked at Mo Zhiyu, "Old fox, you won the bet again!" ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly and ate the watermelon.

"But, tomorrow it's up to you to play against that cold boy." Hu Hansan gnawed on the peach with some concern, "Did you see his bottom just now?" ”

"Nope." Mo Zhiyu said very calmly. Hu Hansan's fat face suddenly trembled. 、

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On the side of the Sword Heng Sect, Luo Yiying returned to the pergola with a depressed face, and his senior brother was immediately very concerned about giving up his seat and handing fruits, and comforted this little junior brother one after another.

And Luo Yiying walked straight in front of Jiang Sutong and said sullenly: "Sister, I lost." ”

"It's fine." Jiang Sutong smiled, reached out and touched Luo Yiying's head, "People will always lose, just win it back next time." ”

"Hmm!" Luo Yiying nodded resolutely, as if he had made a lot of determination, "I will definitely win it back!" Then he glanced at Tianjian Mountain again, looked at Jiang Sutong suspiciously, and said, "You said that Mo Zhiyu is very powerful, will he win tomorrow?" ”

Jiang Sutong still smiled very kindly, and only said, "I'll know tomorrow." Then she touched Luo Yiying's little head again, and handed him to Bai Suyu, who had already prepared various sword scores next to her.

Luo Yiheng, who was sitting next to Jiang Sutong, drank the fruit wine very leisurely, and whispered to Jiang Sutong: "I thought that the master would make up his mind to win a big victory this time!" Now that even the younger brother has lost, isn't the result of this sword conference already very bad for them? ”

"It's just a sword conference, if you lose, you lose, the Sword Heng Sect is the 'World Master Table' sealed by Emperor Chentian, do you still care about this?" Jiang Sutong gently blew the tea stalk in the cup, and on this hot day, she was still drinking hot tea, "What we need to see is just the future." ”

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After the first match, the ring was rested for a while, and then the drums of the second match sounded.

Luo Bingqian jumped up from her seat, saluted Luo Bingqing and the other elders with a solemn face, and said, "I'm going to the competition." ”

"Go ahead." Luo Bingqing nodded to her.

"Little junior sister, don't be too nervous, come on." Mo Zhiyu smiled and waved at her.

"Hmm!" Luo Bingqian clenched her little fists and trotted happily.

Hu Hansan looked at Mo Zhiyu and had doubts in his heart, so he asked: "You look very relaxed, but the opponent is Cheng Qixue, you know the gap between them." ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled and said, "That's why you don't have to be nervous." ”

Hu Hansan was even more puzzled, and then stretched out the communication talisman in front of Mo Zhiyu and said, "Who is this game betting?" ”

"Little junior sister." Mo Zhiyu ate the watermelon very easily, "If you lose money, you have to press the little junior sister." ”

Hu Hansan looked at Mo Zhiyu, and his fat face trembled unwillingly.

Mo Zhiyu trembled when he saw the face that had not changed for a thousand years, and listened to him mutter, "Why ...... it" - the next chapter