Xuanyuan Hao looked at the random number plate in the energy jade screen and said loudly: "The opponents Mo Yan will face in the next three games are: "Liang Dongyang, the master of the Liangjiabao Young Fort of the Shenlong Empire, Chen Qingshan, the eldest son of the Chen family of Qingping Mountain in the Tianyang Empire, Shenlong Yu Dongming, the young master of Yuwan Valley in the Empire; Yunfeng's opponents in the next three battles are: Kong Ping, a disciple of Fenlin Temple in the Tianyang Empire, Gu Fan, the second son of Gujiazhuang in the Jichen Empire, and the Killing God of the Tianyang Empire.
The killer with the famous Tangtian name said coldly. " As soon as Xuanyuan Hao finished speaking, all the warriors in the audience burst into excited noises, and bursts of unusual excitement flashed in everyone's eyes.
The long-awaited battle between the five geniuses from the mainland finally took place today.
The prologue began.
"Cold words will win, the clouds and wind will win.
Cold words will win, and the clouds and wind will win."
Under the high platform, there was endless shouting and chanting.
At first, it was only a few teenagers who took the lead in making noise.
Later, almost all the young warriors in the audience were shouting for the master in their hearts to increase their prestige. .
"Mo Yan, Yunfeng, do you two have any doubts about the arrangements for the next three games?"
Xuanyuan Hao said loudly while looking at Yunfeng and Mo Yan, whose expressions had not changed at all on the high platform.
"No," Yun Feng and Mo Yan said loudly.
"Since you two have no objections, go down and prepare separately.
The first match will be between Mo Yan and Liang Dongyang."
Xuanyuan Hao said loudly.
"Yes."
Yun Feng and Mo Yan bowed to the five judges on the referee's bench, turned around and walked off the platform.
Yun Feng slowly sat beside Qiao Zhenshan and others.
"Third brother, Leng Yan is no less skilled than you.
When you fight him later, you must be careful," Qiao Zhenshan said seriously.
"Brother, I know.
I have seen Leng Yan make a move before.
This person's moves are clean and powerful, and he is well-deserved to be called one of the five young geniuses," Yun Feng said sternly.
"If that's the case, that would be the best.
Just now, my second brother and I were worried that you and Leng Yan were not familiar with each other, but he had carefully observed the battle between you and Duanmu Tongzhen in the past day.
His confidence in your strength There should be a lot of understanding, but now it seems that we are overly concerned," Qiao Zhenshan said loudly.
"Third brother, are you sure you can win against Leng Yan?"
Zuo Ri Dongxu asked softly.
"I'm 50% sure that I can't lose, but if I want to defeat him, I'm afraid I'll have to fight with all my strength, and even lose both sides."
Yunfeng said sternly.
"The next match will be between Mo Yan from the Dark Moon Empire and Liang Dongyang from the Liang Family Fort of the Shenlong Empire."
Following the shout of the master of ceremonies, all the eyes of the warriors in the field turned to Mo Yan and Liang on the high platform of Shenfeng Nirvana Square.
Dongyang.
"Brother Mo please," Liang Dongyang said politely to Mo Yan, holding his fists in the air.
"Please" Mo Yan responded lightly.
Liang Dongyang dodged, drew his right hand backward quickly, and stabbed Mo Yan not far away with his long sword at high speed.
Liang Zhengyang's long sword was in front of Mo Yan in an instant.
Mo Yan, who was standing on the high platform, still stood calmly on the high platform, staring calmly at the long sword in front of him.
"Ah" the warrior in the audience exclaimed.
The moment Liang Zhengyang's long sword struck in front of Mo Yan, Liang Zhengyang felt his eyes blur.
The end of Mo Yan's scabbard struck Liang Zhengyang's neck very quickly, and Liang Zhengyang felt a sudden chill on his neck.
With a pale face, Liang Zhengyang pressed the spot on his neck where Mo Yan's scabbard had scratched him.
He turned around blankly, looked at Mo Yan and said softly, "Thank you, Brother Mo, for showing mercy."
"You're welcome," Mo Yan responded lightly.
Liang Zhengyang walked down the competition platform in despair.
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He admitted that he never thought he could win the patron saint Mo Yan, one of the five young masters in the mainland.
But he couldn't believe that he couldn't even survive a single move under Mo Yan.
If the other party had struck a little harder, I might be a cold corpse now.
"Mo Yan from the Dark Moon Empire's Mo Village is the winner," the master of ceremonies shouted.
Then he added: "The next match will be between Mo Yan of the Dark Moon Empire's Mo Family Village and Chen Qingshan, the eldest son of the Chen Family of Qingping Mountain of the Tianyang Empire."
As soon as the master of ceremonies finished speaking, a young man in the audience shouted loudly: "I'm Chen Qingshan, I can't beat Brother Mo Yan's tricks, I'm willing to lose."
The eyes of all the warriors in the audience suddenly focused on the young man named Chen Qingshan.
Xuanyuan Hao stood up on the referee's bench and said loudly: "I know I am defeated but I am willing to be defeated.
If there is nothing inappropriate, please ask the master of ceremonies to take back Chen Qingshan's number plate."
"Yes" a young girl responded respectfully.
He walked quickly to Chen Qingshan and politely took back the number plate representing Chen Qingshan's identity.
The master of ceremonies once again walked up to the high platform and said loudly: "The next match will be between Mo Yan of the Dark Moon Empire's Mojiazhuang and Yu Dongming, the Young Master of the Yuwan Valley."
"I'm Yu Dongming in the Yuwan Valley.
If you ask yourself, it's hard to beat Mo Yan with his clever tricks.
I'm willing to be defeated."
Yu Dongming stood up, clasped his fists and said politely to the five judges on the referee's bench.
"Well, the master of ceremonies takes back the number plate representing Yu Dongming," Xuanyuan Hao shouted loudly.
"Yes" a young girl responded respectfully.
He walked quickly to Chen Qingshan and politely took back the number plate representing Yu Dongming's identity.
"The next match will be between Yunfeng of Yanzimen of Jichen Empire and Kong Ping, a disciple of Fenlin Temple of Tianyang Empire."
The master of ceremonies on the high platform shouted loudly.
After the master of ceremonies finished speaking, Yunfeng slowly walked up to the high platform, gave a polite fist to the fat monk Kongping on the stage, and said loudly: "Yunfeng has met senior brother Kongping."
"Haha, Donor Feng is polite, the young monk can't help himself.
Use your strength and look to the benefactor for advice.
"Kong Ping originally didn't want to fight Yunfeng, but the monks of Fenlin Temple can't be like other small sects.
They can only admit defeat if they realize that they can't win.
If he admits defeat in front of all the warriors in the world today, what will happen to his face in Fenlin Temple?
But it's a big loss.
"Senior brother, you're welcome.
Many years ago, Master Wuchen passed down his unique skills to Fenlin Temple.
Today, Yunfeng is not talented, so he uses the dragon-shaped gold steel claws of Fenlin Temple to lead senior brother to make great moves."
Yunfeng said politely.
Kongping was shocked.
He didn't expect that Yunfeng would even learn the dragon-shaped golden steel claws of Fenlin Temple.
But when he thought about it, he admired Yunfeng very much.
He already understood Yunfeng's intention.
Even if he is defeated by Yunfeng at that time, he will be defeated by the unique skills of Fenlin Temple, and it will not damage the face of Fenlin Temple.
"Okay, then the young monk will use the techniques of Fenlin Temple to learn from Yunfeng Donor and invite him to make a good move," Kong Ping said seriously.
The smiling expression gradually condensed.
"Please," Yun Feng said coldly, staring at Kong Ping solemnly.
"Be careful!"
Kong Ping let out a cold scream, jumped up and rushed in front of Yunfeng.
With a flick of his right fist, he hit Yunfeng's chest.
His fist was wide, powerful and domineering. , although Kong Ping is no more than a young disciple of Fenlin Temple's Kong generation, the power of his boxing skills is also domineering.
"Well done."
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Yunfeng let out a cold roar, and saw his feet swayed.
His left hand curved into a claw on one side of his body and clasped toward Kong Ping's wrist like lightning.
His right claw quickly clasped toward Kong Ping's throat. .
However, he saw Kong Ping's right fist shrinking and spreading its two fingers, and then quickly pointed at the palm of Yunfeng's hand.
His body turned slightly and his left foot kicked Yunfeng's lower abdomen very quickly.
Fenlin Temple's close combat skills were displayed vividly in his hands, which showed that Kong Pingping practiced the skills diligently.
Yunfeng and Kongping were fighting each other on the high platform.
It was hard to tell the winner for a moment, but everyone in the audience was deeply impressed by the two's close combat skills.
No wonder everyone said that Fenlin Temple was the best.
It is a holy place for warriors, and the martial arts at Fenlin Temple are known as the authentic martial arts in mainland China.
"Fenlin Temple's martial arts is worthy of being called the authentic martial arts by martial artists in the mainland, and it is indeed well-deserved when I see it today.
Whether it is the fierce claw technique used by Yunfeng, or the boxing skills used by the young monk Kong Ping His skills and footwork are all extremely domineering and powerful.
His moves are wide open and suitable for both offense and defense, and every move he makes shows the power of a famous fighting technique," Xuanyuan Hao said loudly while stroking his long beard.
"Miao Zan, Xuanyuan Donor.
The two juniors competed on the high platform and overestimated their abilities, which made all the benefactors laugh."
Abbot Wuhui, who was sitting on the referee's seat, said with a smile.
In fact, he knew in his heart that with Yun Fenglong With the power of the golden steel claws, Kong Ping was afraid that he wouldn't be able to survive three attacks, but Yunfeng didn't dare to use his full strength because of the Fenlin Temple
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