"Finished?" Mo Haoming's expression was as usual, but there was obviously anger rising in his eyes, and the last conversation between Junziqian and Mo Zhiyao was obviously not in his eyes.

"You strike first. Mo Zhiyao looked at Mo Haoming and said lightly. For Mo Haoming, Mo Zhiyao has no bad feelings, and he has no good feelings.

"Shall I strike first?" Mo Haoming was stunned when he heard this, and then his face turned cold in an instant. As the first person of the younger generation of the Mo family, Mo Haoming has always regarded himself very high and arrogant to the extreme. Usually, even if it is the patriarch Mo Wanjun, he is polite when he speaks to him, where can he stand Mo Zhiyao's tone. "When you condense the human pattern, you think you are no longer a waste? In my eyes, you are no different from the beginning. ”

"Quack!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes were cold, his tone turned cold, and his gaze shot out like two sharp swords, making people feel a sense of pain.

The entire Mo family, except in front of his father Mo Cang and Elder Xuanyu, Mo Zhiyao did not have a good face no matter who he was dealing with. This is true even when it was useless in the first place. It's just that in Mo Haoming's eyes, it has become a provocation.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" Mo Lang on the main stage said disdainfully, and did not lower his voice, but deliberately raised it, and everyone in the entire martial arts arena could hear it clearly.

Even Mo Wanjun and Mo Tianyuan had a hint of ridicule on their faces, thinking that Mo Zhiyao was completely ignorant of the sky.

At the same time, there were boos on the martial arts field, all of which were aimed at Mo Zhiyao.

"What, dare to talk to Young Master Haoming like this, who does he think he is!"

"No, it's just a waste, I'm really not afraid of the wind fanning my tongue. ”

"Young Master Haoming, teach him a lesson and let him know your stakes!"

"Young Master Haoming and you are already a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life, and you dare to speak so loudly, let Young Master Haoming do it first, why don't you pee and take care of it, do you have that qualification?"

"Hurry up and get down, don't embarrass our Mo family!"

The people of the Mo family who were watching the battle around shouted loudly, and they supported Mo Haoming on the one hand.

Listening to the shouts coming from all around, Mo Haoming had a smug look in his eyes, and said mockingly: "Did you hear it? This is your impression in the hearts of my Mo family." How about it? Do you want me to do it? Now I take the initiative to admit defeat and still save some face. If you wait for me to do it, I'm afraid that you won't have the face to gain a foothold in the clan in the future. ”

Mo Zhiyao didn't seem to hear the sounds around him, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth made Mo Haoming feel a little palpitational inexplicably. With his left hand still behind him, Mo Zhiyao raised his right hand and stretched it out in front of his chest.

"If you can let me use my left hand, I will immediately withdraw from the Mo family, and my father's relics will also be disposed of within the clan. Mo Zhiyao's voice was flat, but it was arrogant to the point of spurting blood.

As soon as he said that, the noise in the entire martial arts arena immediately receded like a tide and became silent. Everyone, including Elder Xuanyu, was speechless because of Mo Zhiyao's words.

One hand, defeat Mo Haoming, within the clan, except for the patriarch and the twelve elders, who dares to say this?

"Hahaha! good!" Mo Haoming laughed loudly, but not only his eyes were cold, but his face was even more hideous. "Dare to talk to me like that, you are the first. Just say this to you, and I will also make you lose convincingly. It's just that when the time comes, you don't cry and shout to stay in the clan. ”

"This kid?" Although Elder Xuanyu's face was anxious, he was unexpectedly not very worried in his heart. The first is to understand Mo Zhiyao, and he will never be arrogant to such a point. If he dares to say this, he must be completely sure.

Again, there was no reason, it was completely an intuition, which made Elder Xuanyu feel that Mo Zhiyao was really able to do something that was impossible to do according to common sense.

Mo Wanjun and Mo Tianyuan glanced at each other, and their expressions became cloudy. Dare to use Mo Cang's relics as a bet, if Mo Zhiyao is either crazy or crazy, he is really sure. It's just that for Mo Zhiyao, who hadn't been able to condense human patterns until he was twelve years old before, and had just condensed three human patterns half a year ago, the two of them couldn't believe that he could do this.

To say that the only person who has full confidence in Mo Zhiyao's words at this moment is Jun Ziqian. Because in Mo Zhiyao's body, he felt a trembling feeling that made his heart tremble.

"I haven't seen him for a few months, and his cultivation has improved significantly, and it seems that he has had some chances. Jun Ziqian guessed in his heart, but he didn't have the slightest jealousy, but was happy for Mo Zhiyao. Fighting side by side and experiencing life and death, the two can be regarded as friends in adversity.

"Father, I hope you don't target those three families too much, at least, don't target the Mo family first. Jun Ziqian turned his head sideways and whispered to Jun Dingtian beside him.

Jun Dingtian's face changed, his expression became a little surprised, and he said suspiciously: "Qian'er, why do you say this? Is there anyone in this Mo family who can be compared to you?"

"Hmph, on a par, father, you think too highly of me. Jun Ziqian's gaze stayed on Mo Zhiyao in the field, and said in a low voice. "This Mo Zhiyao, I am not his opponent. ”

"What!" Jun Dingtian's face was shocked, his body shook violently, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Turning his head to look at the field, he looked at the black-clothed boy with solemn eyes for the first time.

"Qian'er, you're not joking, are you?" Jun Dingtian understands his son's character, he has always been arrogant, gentle on the surface, but extremely arrogant in his bones, and he can't get into his eyes at all. is as arrogant as a gentleman, and he actually frankly admits that he is not the opponent of the "waste" Mo Zhiyao, and Jun Dingtian doesn't want to believe it.

"Father, you know it just by looking at it. Jun Ziqian smiled slightly and said in a low voice. Some things still have to be proved by facts.

In the martial arts arena, Mo Zhiyao's indifferent and cold gaze met Mo Haoming's eyes full of anger, and the air was filled with a suffocating heavy feeling.

"Huh!" Mo Haoming's eyes narrowed, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his body scurried forward, the whole person was like a cheetah locking on its prey, castration was as fast as lightning, and he swept in front of Mo Zhiyao in between breaths, his arm was raised, and his palm was like a knife, slashing at Mo Zhiyao's neck.

Mo Haoming had been successfully promoted to the Spirit Transformation Realm a month ago, and he was promoted with fourteen human patterns. This slash, whether it is speed or strength, although it is not used with all its strength, but among the Mo family's peers, there are few people who can avoid and block it. The strong wind alone is as cold as a knife, and it is extremely fierce.

However, in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, it was not much faster than the speed of a turtle.

Although Mo Zhiyao's realm is one level lower than Mo Haoming, the number of human patterns is a full seventeen!

The power of the demon spirit gathered in his eyes, and the silver demon red loomed in his eyes, Mo Haoming's movements could be said to be full of flaws in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and none of them were everywhere.

Taking a step back, Mo Haoming's fingertips crossed Mo Zhiyao's neck, which can be described as dangerous and dangerous. It seems that Mo Zhiyao has barely avoided it, but in the eyes of Mo Wanjun and the others, it is another matter.

Mo Zhiyao avoided Mo Haoming's attack with the smallest amplitude, without the slightest excess waste.

Mo Zhiyao retreated, Mo Haoming advanced, and under the traction of the qi machine, Mo Haoming's offensive suddenly unfolded. Fists, arms, elbows, knees, shoulders, all parts of the body turned into attack weapons, and the offensive poured out like a storm, frantically hitting Mo Zhiyao.

Mo Zhiyao's body shape is erratic, often in an impossible way, his body shakes strangely, and he can't avoid Mo Haoming's attack from time to time, as if he was beaten by Mo Haoming and has no power to fight back.

The crowd on the sidelines cheered like ocean waves, and they all saw their blood boiling, thinking that Mo Zhiyao's defeat was just a matter of breathing.

It was only Mo Wanjun and the twelve elders who saw the clues, except for Elder Xuanyu, the rest of the people's faces were ugly and shocked.

So far, Mo Zhiyao has completely passively dodged, and seems to be at a disadvantage, but in fact, Mo Haoming has not even touched the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Mo Wanjun and Mo Tianyuan exchanged glances, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes. Is this still that piece of waste?

Elder Xuanyu had an unconcealed look of excitement in his eyes, and Mo Zhiyao's growth was completely beyond his expectations. And Mo Lang, who was a few seats away from him, had an ugly face, no matter how ugly he was.

"Father, you should believe it this time. Jun Qian said lightly to Jun Dingtian, who was shocked and stunned. "I want you to observe for a while before taking your actions, because I don't know the current relationship between Mo Zhiyao and the Mo family. Although it is not harmonious, after all, he is also a member of the Mo family, and I don't know if he will help the Mo family. ”

Jun Dingtian nodded when he heard this, secretly frightened. He naturally understood what his son meant. The Jun family relies on nothing more than Jun Ziqian, once the Mo family produces a talent who is even more demonic than Jun Ziqian, the one who is swept out of Iwaki is the Jun family.

"But father, you can rest assured, for my sake, it will not be difficult for our Jun family to be far away. Of course, Jun Ziqian understood what his father was thinking, and comforted him.

Hearing Jun Ziqian say this, Jun Ding Tiancai breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the big stone in his heart. The scene of Shicai's own son and Na Mo meeting from a distance, Jun Dingtian also saw it in his eyes, although he didn't know how the two met, but it seemed that the relationship was extremely good, and there was room for this matter to turn around.

"You have this little strength, it's really disappointing to me!" Mo Zhiyao's cold voice came into Mo Haoming's ears. At the same time, a palm seemed to appear directly in the void, hitting Mo Haoming's fist palm in the void.

"Peng!" a muffled thunderous sound came out, shaking the audience. Mo Haoming was struck by lightning, and at the same time as his body shook violently, his body retreated violently, and he retreated several feet in a row before he stabilized his footing.

"What!" Mo Haoming was counterattacked by Mo Zhiyao for the first time, and the palm of the hand that was hit, along with the entire arm, was shocked and numb, and he almost lost consciousness.

"How is it possible!" Mo Haoming's heart was shocked like a terrifying wave, and he looked at Mo Zhiyao with an indifferent expression in disbelief, unable to accept this fact for a while.

He was promoted to the Soul Realm with fourteen human patterns, and half a year ago, Mo Zhiyao only had three human patterns, even if he entered the realm faster, at most it was only six human patterns. To say that he can condense seven human patterns like himself, Mo Haoming will not believe anything.

For a long time, Mo Haoming, who was praised to the sky by everyone in the clan, believed that he was the only Tianjiao, and no one could compare with him at all, but Mo Zhiyao gave him a resounding slap in the face, telling him with facts that it was time to wake up from the dream.