"Group 7, Group Championship Competition, Menglin, Mengfeng!"

With a hint of anticipation, he shouted out the next two names, and Meng Tianheng's eyes couldn't help but look towards the location where Meng Feng was.

At this time, after hearing Meng Tianheng's shout, Meng Feng also walked out from under the iconic willow tree where he was, and walked slowly towards the ring.

As for Meng Lin, he had already jumped from under the ring at this time, extremely chic, and landed on the ring quite elegantly and smartly.

For Menglin's coquettish style of coming to power, Mengfeng is very contemptuous. And the reason for his contempt, if he let others know, will surely roll his eyes. Because the reason why Mengfeng despises Menglin, in fact, he thinks that the people who watch the competition here are all members of the Mengjia family, and there are not many beauties in the Mengjia family at all, and there are no beauties, and they still go to show off coquettishness, which is really a waste of time, a waste of expression, and a waste of posture.

"Hey, you say, who will win this competition?"

"Needless to say, it must be Meng Lin, no matter the combat experience, or the move skills, Meng Lin is better than Meng Feng, so naturally he will win!"

"Yes, I've heard that a few months ago, Meng Lin successfully learned a volume of day-level intermediate printing techniques!"

"Really? If that's the case, then Menglin must have won. The Japanese-level intermediate printing skills are much stronger than the Japanese-level low-level printing skills!"

"That's right, but I believe that even if Meng Lin didn't learn the day-level intermediate printing technique, he would be able to win Mengfeng. After all, Menglin is the first day of the younger generation of our dreamers, although it is possible to be surpassed by Mengfeng in the future, but it is only in the future!"

"No, I estimate that Mengfeng is going to be bleak, Menglin will definitely teach him a hard lesson!

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Before the competition began, all the members of the Dream Family were talking about the battle between Mengfeng and Menglin!

Looking at the two people in the ring who were already awe-inspiring and energetic, and had reached their peak, Meng Tianheng directly announced the start of the competition!

"Come on, let me see how good the so-called genius you have suddenly soared in the past month?" Meng Lin glanced at Meng Feng contemptuously, and stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, and his words were full of provocation.

"Nonsense, this kid is really too proud, I must educate him well when I go back, otherwise it will be like this in the future, so what will it be?" Mengyun, who was sitting on the high platform, saw Menglin's posture like this, and said angrily. If it was before, Mengyun would definitely not be like this, but now it is different from the past. Ever since Meng Tianheng had said to the three elders that Meng Feng would rather die than leave the Dream Family, Mengyun also admired Meng Feng's will.

Although, Mengyun thought in his heart that Menglin would definitely be able to defeat Mengfeng. But Meng Lin's posture is undoubtedly despising Meng Feng, and even more so despising the object of his admiration, how can he not be angry?

"Great elders don't have to be like this, young people, it's inevitable that they are a little arrogant, and if they experience more things in the future, they will change it. For Meng Lin's posture, Meng Tianheng didn't blame him at all, after all, Meng Lin was only eighteen years old and had the Qi cultivation of the Seven Spins Seal, which was definitely the best among the younger generation of the Dream Family.

"The patriarch is right, but this kid is really a little too much, I still have to talk about him when I go back!" Mengyun nodded slightly and said.

"Alright, Great Elder, let's watch the competition. This competition is the most talented two-person duel of our dreamer's younger generation, it will definitely be very exciting, I have some expectations, Mengfeng and Menglin, who will win?"

"Hmm. ”

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In the face of Meng Lin's provocative gesture and words, Meng Feng did not have the slightest anger, but smiled faintly, and said calmly: "Niu Yu can't say it, but if I want to win you, I guess it's still okay." ”

"Hehe, can you win me, I see you are dreaming!" Meng Lin heard this, first smiled, and then his face suddenly turned grim, and he said coldly.

"Whether you dream or not, it's not up to you to decide!"

After saying that, without waiting for Meng Lin to respond, Meng Feng's right hand instantly condensed a pale white seal qi, and then covered his right palm, that is, he waved his right palm and attacked Meng Lin.

Feeling the light breeze blowing towards him, and then looking at Mengfeng who was attacking with his palm, Menglin's face once again showed a touch of contempt: "I can't help myself!"

While speaking, Meng Lin was not idle, and a layer of pale white seal qi was condensed on his right palm, and then he suddenly swung it out and greeted Meng Feng.

"Smack!"

The two palms touched, and a slightly invisible strong wind suddenly spread out towards the surroundings.

And Mengfeng and the two of them, at the same time, withdrew their respective palms, and then saw Mengfeng's right foot suddenly raised and kicked towards Menglin, and Menglin also kicked out, blocking Mengfeng's right foot, and then his right fist suddenly swung out and blasted towards Mengfeng's head.

Mengfeng naturally wouldn't let Menglin succeed, and he also threw a punch to meet Menglin's fist!

"Bang Bang..."

For a while, the two of them added their fists and feet and entered into hand-to-hand combat. The only difference from fighting with ordinary people is that from time to time, the two of them will emit a pale white seal from time to time to bombard each other.

Mengfeng and Menglin's hand-to-hand combat, in their respective eyes, can only be regarded as the most basic duel, but in the eyes of many young Mengjia, they can't see the movements of the two clearly, and they can only faintly catch the fists and feet waving like phantoms.

This scene made many young generations can't help but cheer, and Meng Tianheng and the three elders on the high platform also showed a trace of appreciation. Although the hand-to-hand combat between Mengfeng and Menglin at this time was extremely low-level in their eyes, after all, Mengfeng and Menglin only had the cultivation of the Qi of the Seven Spins, and it was already good to be able to do this step with such cultivation.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, only to see Mengfeng and Menglin touch their fists, and then retreat a few steps backwards.

"Day-level low-level printing skills, open river fist!" and Mengfeng had a hand-to-hand fight, Menglin was also a little impatient, and finally used the printing skills. And the printing technique he exhibited, Hao Ran was the Kaihe Fist that Hong Ba had used when he was fighting with Mengfeng!

"Defeat me, waste!" When his fist, which carried a layer of pale white seal and made the surrounding air vibrate slightly, was about to land on Meng Feng's chest, Meng Lin's eyes suddenly showed a touch of ruthlessness, and he said in a low voice.

"Sun-level low-level printing technique, Broken Stone Palm!"

Mengfeng's eyes condensed slightly, and in the face of Menglin's attack, he didn't dare to be careless, and showed one of the few printing techniques he had only learned recently, and greeted Menglin.

"Bang!"

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