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The crows were silent for more than ten seconds, and suddenly burst into a deafening cheer, and all the ancient martial arts masters in the audience stood up, excited and shocked, it was really exciting.

Mo Xuanhai is a master of the middle stage of dark energy, has rich combat experience, and is also well-known in the domestic ancient martial arts world, but he was defeated by Ye Fan in the blink of an eye, it is too incredible, too unexpected!

Shen Biancheng couldn't help but look at him, and said to himself with a smile: "This little junior brother, his talent is really outstanding, no wonder the master loves him so much." ”

The children of the Mo family in the audience were completely different from the shocked applause of the ancient martial arts masters from all walks of life, their faces were gloomy as water, their brows were furrowed, and they clenched their fists tightly, and they couldn't help but worry about the next competition.

This arrogant and arrogant Ye Fan is really too strong! Even the very powerful Uncle Xuanhai (brother) can't hold up two moves under him! The children of the Mo family all thought worriedly.

As for Old Man Mo, who was calm on the surface, he actually grabbed the armrests on both sides of the chair with both hands and creaked overwhelmingly.

"Damn!" he scolded in his heart, his goal of asking Mo Xuanhai to consume Ye Fan's physical energy with his life was completely frustrated. In those few strokes just now, Ye Fan hadn't even warmed up.

Mo Xuanhai was knocked off the competition platform by Ye Fan, not only suffered internal injuries, but even his left calf bone was kicked and broken, and he couldn't get up for a while.

The children of the Mo family picked him up and walked towards Old Man Mo.

Walking up to Old Man Mo, Mo Xuanhai struggled to get away from the person who was helping him, knelt in front of Old Man Mo, with a painful and sad look on his face, and kowtowed to Old Man Mo with a "bang".

It's not that he is unwilling to sacrifice his life to fight, he really doesn't even have the opportunity to fight hard.

Old Man Mo stood up and stepped forward to help Mo Xuanhai up, and sighed comfortingly: "I can't blame you, it's really Ye Fan who is too cunning and cultivated." ”

After carrying Mo Xuanhai away, Shen Biancheng on the opposite side stood up and said with a smile: "Haha, Old Man Mo, I admitted it just now." ”

"It's good to say, there are wins and losses in the competition, and this one Xuanhai did lose. Old Man Mo stood up and said softly.

Shen Biancheng smiled: "Haha, Old Man Mo is arrogant. ”

Then, he turned his face to Ye Fan on the martial arts platform and asked, "Little junior brother, do you want to continue the second game?" Or wait another hour?"

Due to the fact that there were other ancient martial arts masters watching, no matter how thick-skinned Old Man Mo was, he was embarrassed to let Ye Fan compete three times in a row, with a half-hour break in between. Otherwise, even if you win, it will be criticized.

"Haha, I haven't warmed up yet. Of course, it's the second one!" Ye Fan laughed.

The children of the Mo family present all had dark faces, but they couldn't refute it, and they were humiliated to the extreme.

And the ancient martial arts masters from all walks of life couldn't help but clap their hands and applaud loudly, the one just now ended in the blink of an eye, and it was not enjoyable at all, of course I didn't want to wait another hour to watch the second one.

Without waiting for Shen Biancheng to speak, Old Man Mo had already taken the initiative to say: "Since Ye Fan you asked for so, then the second competition will start in ten minutes." ”

With that, he sat back in his chair.

Ye Fan bowed his fist to everyone in the audience, then walked off the competition platform and returned to Shen Biancheng.

Taking advantage of the ten minutes of the interval, Old Man Mo shouted: "Xuanwu, Xuanhu, you come to the front." ”

Mo Xuanwu and Mo Xuanhu immediately walked up to Old Man Mo from behind with heavy faces: "Dad (uncle)." ”

"Ye Fan has compared with my Mo family three times, and the styles of the three games are different, which makes people can't figure out his way, which shows how cunning Ye Fan is and how deep the city is!" Old Man Mo said in a deep voice, "However, conspiracy can only be used for a while. The duel between ancient martial arts masters has always been the victory of the brave. If you put life and death aside, you will have the courage to be invincible, and his conspiracy and cunning will only bear the blame, and he will not be able to defeat you!"

"Yes!" Mo Xuanwu and Mo Xuanhu replied vigorously, rekindling their fighting spirit.

"Xuanwu, remember what I said to you in the living room. Old Man Mo said.

Mo Xuanwu said decisively and forcefully: "Yes!"

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Mo Xuanwu stepped onto the competition platform first.

When the children of the Mo family in the audience saw Mo Xuanwu on stage to compete, their confidence increased greatly.

The masters of ancient martial arts from all walks of life couldn't help but discuss: "The Mo family is finally willing to show their true strength!"

"Not bad. Mo Xuanwu is the biological son of the old man Mo, and he has obtained the purest true inheritance of the Mo family, not to mention, he himself has been in the late stage of dark energy for several years, and it is said that he may enter the transformation power at any time. ”

"It's worthy of being a stranger, and the heritage is still very deep. Although Ye Fan was born out of nowhere, he is still too young after all, I am afraid that it is difficult to be Mo Xuanwu's opponent!"

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Basically, all the ancient martial arts masters are not very optimistic about Ye Fan.

And in the midst of everyone's discussions, Ye Fan also has to board the competition platform.

When Ye Fan stood up from the hall, Shen Biancheng said seriously: "Little junior brother, you have to be careful, the person above is called Mo Xuanwu, the youngest son of Old Man Mo, and his strength is not underestimated. ”

Ye Fan nodded slightly and proudly climbed onto the competition platform.

Confronted Mo Xuanwu three or four meters away, Ye Fan immediately felt that Mo Xuanwu was obviously different from the Mo family disciples he had competed in before, and his breath was dull and uncertain, and it was difficult to lock.

"His cultivation is definitely higher than mine. Ye Fan's heart was awe-inspiring and cheered up.

However, he didn't flinch in the slightest, as long as he wasn't a master of transformation, he was confident to kill him.

"The contest begins!" Mo Zunqiang announced in a loud voice.

As Mo Zunqiang's voice fell, Ye Fan's momentum emanated, and with a kick of his left foot, he pounced on Mo Xuanwu like a fierce tiger, and directly hit the ground with a progressive cannon fist.

Boom!

As Ye Fan swung his fist away, the air was suddenly exploded, making a sound like a big truck tire bursting.

And Mo Xuanwu didn't dodge, his bones roared, his bow took a step forward, and his right palm rotated upside down at the position of his chest and mouth to hit it violently, trying to catch Ye Fan's cannon fist.

Ye Fan was about to make a hard move with Mo Xuanwu to test Mo Xuanwu's cultivation, when suddenly he found that Mo Xuanwu's palm was wrong, it was iron blue, the skin was as thick as rhinoceros leather, and the palm was as big as a fan, and there was a swirling strong wind.

It's not good! It's a big smasher! Ye Fan was taken aback.

The big stele hand is the secret palm of the Bagua palm, generally only the strength can be learned, each palm, the internal strength and qi and blood are densely spread in the palm, so that the palm is tough like rhinoceros leather, the palm is congested and enlarged, and the palm is swirled at the same time.

The big stele hand is fierce, but it is consistent with the concept of Baguazhang, very yin, whether it is the enemy is a fist or a claw or a palm, as long as it collides, it will be pushed and ground in an instant, like a big stone grinding soybeans, directly grinding the opponent's fist or claw palm to grind the flesh and blood to see the white bones. This is not over, the grinding and grinding strength of the big wrestler will also act on the entire arm along the opponent's fist, forcibly twisting and tearing off the tendons, ligaments and muscles of the opponent's arm, and the entire arm will be completely abolished in an instant.