Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 103 Don’t move, or you will die!

"Xingtong!"

Feng Shayan saw her silly brother using acupuncture to forcibly stimulate his meridians, forcing the innate Qi in his body to become more active.

He was so excited that he wanted to go down and stop it, but Mo Yu put his hand on his shoulder and held him down.

The Ether One combat method directly dispersed her true Qi and then locked her spatial ability.

"Stay put, I'm watching over you, nothing will go wrong."

Mo Yu said with a smile.

He did not comment on the skill of Feng Xingtong's move, but Mo Yu still admired the willpower Feng Xingtong showed at this moment.

Feng Zhenghao, who was watching the fight not far away, held the railing tightly with both hands, but he just watched quietly without interfering.

Steel is forged through repeated tempering, and gold is forged through fierce fire!
This is necessary experience.

Even if Mo Yu had a strong talent in martial arts, without the experience of fighting again and again, he would not have been able to break through himself again and again in the hard battles.

Feng Zhenghao's feelings for his family are definitely deep enough, but he knows better that there is a kind of love called letting go.

If the young eagle does not experience repeated falls and transformations, it will never be able to soar freely in the sky.

"I no longer care about the burden and damage this will cause to my body."

Feng Xingtong gritted his teeth and endured the stinging pain from the needle and the soreness in his meridians.

Increased the excitement again!

He said that he would never let Uncle Liu die at the hands of this bastard.

"Hey! Liu Kunsheng! Come back here!"

Feng Xingtong roared, veins popped out on his forehead, blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and he suddenly waved his hand and pulled.

The overclocked true energy in the body exploded in an instant, like an invisible giant hand, pulling the black python back from Wang Bing's hand.

"Ju Ling! Release!"

Feng Xingtong threw the giant python to the side of the two Deng brothers and broke free from Ju Ling Qianjiang's control over the elf.

"Let's go! Take Uncle Liu and leave quickly!"

Feng Xingtong roared, the sweat on his face blending with the blood from his seven orifices.

The two Deng brothers looked at him deeply, as if they had engraved Feng Xingtong's current appearance into their minds, and then quickly left with the black python.

"There's still some blood in him, but that's all."

In the audience stands, Mo Yu, who was overlooking everything, gave his own rating.

Feng Shayan glanced at him unhappily. If she really judged according to this bastard's standards.

There aren't many people in this world who are worthy of his attention.

Strong strength, no will, garbage!
Strong will but no strength, you are useless!
Looking around the world, how many people have both the strength and the will to match it?

Of course, if any of the above two items exceeds Mo Yu's own, he will immediately change his expression.

The art of war says: Strength and weakness are determined by form, bravery and cowardice are determined by momentum.

The two are relative rather than absolute. Mo Yu always looks at the world from his own perspective rather than the overall level of the world or a certain stage.

After being so brave for a few seconds, Feng Xingtong immediately lost his courage and slid to his knees to admit defeat.

Unfortunately, his opponent wasn't very polite and interrupted his surrender.

"tsk"

If it were just like this, Mo Yu would be too lazy to take action.

It is in line with his values ​​that the loser eats dust and is severely humiliated by the winner.

But this kid Wang Bing had the nerve to touch Wang Zizhong's spirit.

The other spirits in Feng Xingtong’s body are fine, but the spirit of Grandpa Wang Zizhong has treated Mo Yu’s injuries several times, and he cannot deny this favor.

"Let me see what I can get by swallowing this old man!"

Wang Bing laughed loudly and opened his mouth wide, ready to devour Prince Zhong Ling in his hand.

"cough!!"

Feng Xingtong, who was lying on the ground, wanted to say something excitedly, but he got a stitch in the side and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood and tears mixed together in Feng Xingtong's eyes, blurring his vision.

Memories of his childhood flooded back in his mind. At that time, the Tianxiahui Group was not so big, and his busy father had no time to take care of him.

It was Grandpa Wang Zizhong who taught him how to ride a bicycle and how to fish. He was always by his side as a kind grandfather.

In Feng Xingtong's heart, Wang Zizhong Ling is not just a useful ability to him, but also another form of emotional sustenance for his grandfather Zizhong who is by his side.

Blood and tears kept flowing, and the chaotic true qi in the body was forcibly integrated by the strong will!

Completely forgetting the pain and not caring about the damage to his meridians, Feng Xingtong struggled to stand up, with violent true energy rampaging through his body.

"Grandpa Zizhong!!"

Feng Xingtong roared and pushed the Soul Binding and General Sentencing Technique to the extreme. He could not see the things in front of him, but just tried his best to stimulate the True Qi.

Bang!
A black shadow crashed into his arms. Feng Xingtong didn't feel any resistance when he pulled. He used too much force and fell to the ground with his butt.

"Tsk, he still has some fighting spirit, but his sensitivity on the battlefield is far from enough."

"Your eyes are blocked. Are your other senses also blocked?"

"What can you accomplish with just courage?"

Mo Yu's familiar voice came into his ears. Although it was sarcastic, it still made Feng Xingtong feel extremely at ease.

After wiping away the blood and tears in his eyes, Feng Xingtong saw Mo Yu, and also saw Wang Bing, who was covering his wrist and crying in pain behind Mo Yu.

“Be careful!”

A hoarse roar and the sound of breaking air exploded simultaneously. Wang Bing's wrist still hung limply, but his intact left hand was already condensing with inky black Qi.

Feng Xingtong could see Wang Bing's ferocious face, and could even sense the ferocity in his eyes. But Mo Yu only tilted his head slightly.

All of a sudden, the noise in the room stopped.

Wang Bing's left palm was less than an inch away from the back of Mo Yu's neck, but it suddenly froze as if it had hit an invisible air wall.

The bloodshot eyeballs reflected the other person's hair fluttering in the wind, but the tip of the tongue tasted a faint rusty taste, that was the taste of blood, and it was a murderous intent that was almost staring at him!
"Goo-"

The sound of the Adam's apple rolling was particularly harsh in the silence.

"What a terrifying look! It's as if every sense in my body is telling me that I'll die if I move even a little bit."

Wang Bing's neck was covered with dense bumps, as if a sword as thin as a cicada's wing was placed on his neck.

"Ah"

Mo Yu laughed disdainfully.

If Feng Xingtong at least has a useless blood courage and can be called a waste, then this Wang Bing is a trash worse than a waste.

Hearing Mo Yu's ridicule, the veins on Wang Bing's forehead throbbed, but even so he dared not move.

I didn't even dare to say a word, and could only feel helpless and furious in my heart.

The breeze created when Mo Yu turned his neck brushed across Wang Bing's wrist, and his hair stood on end as if stimulated by invisible sword energy. His legs went weak and he fell backwards, sitting on the muddy ground.

Click!

There was a cracking sound, and a section of the fence on the stands suddenly collapsed.

Wang Ai stood up without knowing when, leaning on the Panlong Staff in his hand, the blue bricks under his feet cracked silently, and a cold snort emanated from him wrapped in rich true energy: "How dare you!"

"laugh!"

A clearer sneer broke through the air, drowning out the cold snort.

Mo Yu held the sword at his waist and faced Wang Ai directly, with his left hand holding the sword across his chest and his right hand's sword finger resting on the hilt, ready to fire.

He didn't say anything, and his aura was completely restrained. His bright and restrained eyes fell on Wang Ai.

If they could not still see Mo Yu standing there, most of the strangers present would have been unable to sense his presence.

Only Wang Ai was different. When his cloudy eyes met the gaze of the young Taoist on the stage, he suddenly felt as if a heavy piece of black iron was pressing down on his throat.

At this moment, he actually felt the oppression of death!

The mountain wind howled and the flags on the sidelines fluttered.

The veins on the back of Wang Ai's hands, which were covered with age spots, bulged, and the end of his coiled dragon staff dug deep into the blue bricks.

Although it was completely invisible to the naked eye, he could clearly feel that he was being locked by a sharp sword intent.

The sharp edge at the eyebrow point between the two eyes was so strong and sharp, like a silent warning -

Don't move, or you will die!

(End of this chapter)