Legend of Yan Wu

At this time, the arena where Han Mo was at had already attracted countless students, some with surprised faces and some with puzzled faces. What they didn't understand was of course why Han Mo was so fast.

"Tie Ya is a three-yuan martial artist, why was he beaten so badly by this unknown boy?" Student A asked the person beside him in surprise, covering his mouth.

"I don't know, maybe this kid is also a three-yuan martial artist. Maybe he is of a higher level, otherwise how could he have such a fast speed? Look at this movement, tsk tsk, most people don't break their tendons." Student B Said enviously, and began to fantasize that Han Mo would teach him.

The most shocking thing was of course that the person involved at this time was Tie Ya. Tie Ya's face was livid at this time. Of course, this was not caused by anger, but was kicked by Han Mo before, and there were traces of blood on the tip of his nose.

"Do you still want to fight?" Han Mo asked with a smile on his face as he looked at Tie Fang, who was out of breath.

Tie Fang clenched his fist and rattled, but the pain from his right fist made him realize that this arm had been dislocated.

"What is your strength now?" Tie Ya asked suspiciously after hesitating for a while.

Han Mo smiled when he heard the words, waved his hands and said, "You don't need to know about this, I just want to say that your fighting spirit is really bad. Not to mention the slow speed of the three yuan strength, the strength is also similar to the two yuan."

A series of ruthless words from Han Mo hit Tie Ya's heart directly, and Tie Ya's breathing became rapid when he heard it, and he cast a vicious glance at Han Mo and said, "I surrendered today, but you are very strong, we will meet again in the future. "After speaking, Tie Ya jumped off the ring and rushed into the crowd.

Seeing Tie Ya run away, deafening applause erupted from the audience, and people began to speculate about Han Mo's identity and strength.

"Han Mo, you are amazing." Han Ji shouted at Han Mo on the ring with a thumbs up.

As soon as Han Ji's words came out, many people immediately reacted, looked at Han Mo in surprise and said, "So he is Han Mo?"

"No wonder, this kid is actually Han Mo. I heard that he defeated a martial artist when he was a martial artist. It's amazing."

"I also heard that Long Kong led a large army and failed to take him down. A large group of people chased him for a long time but failed to catch up. He is really my idol."

"Whenever I can have his speed!"

Seeing the commotion under the stage, Han Mo rubbed his nose in embarrassment, looked at the gold coins not far away, twitched the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Do you want to take so much money?" Having seen so many gold coins, one silver coin is enough to eat several feasts, and one gold coin is worth a hundred silver coins, but at this moment there are five hundred coins in front of him, so I am a little excited thinking about it.

"Han Mo, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and get the gold coins, this guy is putting on a fight, and what you win is yours." Seeing that Han Mo was still hesitating, Han Ji shouted impatiently in his heart. There was an urge to rush forward to grab it, but Han Mo was still in a daze.

Han Mo nodded when he heard the words, and walked towards the gold coins with a look of joy. He really didn't expect to get a lot of money when he went out for a stroll this time. Han Mo looked at the pile of golden gold coins in front of him, and reached out to grab them.

"Wait!"

But just when Han Mo's hand was about to touch the gold coin, a deep voice sounded quietly behind Han Mo, and Han Mo couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

The bottom of the ring also suddenly became silent, and the sudden change made everyone nervous again. This is the rhythm of a good show.

The man who jumped onto the ring walked towards Han Mo, looked at Han Mo and said calmly, "There are a lot of gold coins, I'm here to fight."

Han Mo turned around and looked at the man who was also looking at him, cupped his hands and said, "I'm Han Mo, I don't know the rules here. Does the winner of these [-] gold coins have to accept the challenge?"

The man frowned slightly when he heard this, nodded and said: "That's right, if you are willing to surrender automatically, the gold coins will be mine, and you don't have to accept the challenge."

Hearing this, Han Mo felt amused, this was the biggest sum he had ever obtained, how could he give it up so easily, he hesitated for a while and handed it over again: "I don't know the name of my brother, I'm just a student in the junior class. I'm afraid it's a little tricky."

Hearing that Han Mo is a junior class student, Ling Ze frowned, secretly wondering why Dongfang Xiang would let himself come to grab a junior class student's arena, although he was puzzled, he still said calmly on the surface: "I It's called Ling Ze, and there is no class distinction in the arena competition, if you want to fight, if you don't want to, you will admit defeat, and the gold coins will be mine."

"I won't give away the gold coins." Han Mo said with a smile.

"Then let's fight." Ling Ze didn't talk nonsense after he finished speaking, and kicked Han Mo horizontally.

The sudden attack startled Han Mo, the strength of the martial artist exploded, and he flew up with a kick.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Han Mo retreated in response. After landing on the ground, he retreated a dozen or so messy steps before he stabilized. He looked at Ling Ze with a surprised face. The strength of Ling Ze in front of him was at least around that of a four-yuan martial artist, or even higher.

Ling Ze slowly withdrew his right leg, frowned at Han Mo, and then rushed up again.

"Damn, a student in the advanced class." Han Mo shook his numb right leg, his face became serious, and seeing Ling Ze who was rushing towards him, he bravely went up to him.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As soon as the two met, there was a violent confrontation, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Han Mo seemed to be at a disadvantage. Every time they confronted Han Mo, he would retreat a little. Ling Ze's powerful strength made Han Mo Some are overwhelmed.

"Han Mo has suffered so much. He just fought against the Sanyuan martial artist, and now he is fighting with a stronger person. How can he win?" Han Ji muttered impatiently while standing below.

At this time, far away from the arena, three men stood proudly on a boulder, and one of them was Dongfang Xiang who had a feud with Han Mo before.

"Boss, why did you ask Ling Ze to dismantle that kid's platform? Don't you think it's a little overkill?" Jingzhi cast a glance at Dongfang Xiang and asked in confusion.

"Hehe, Boss is trying to force this kid out completely. Let's see what he has learned during this time. Even the Sanyuan martial artist can't do anything to him. Boss, am I right?" Wan Dong looked at Dongfang with a smile. Xiang said.

"Wan Dong is the one who knows me. That's right. This kid's whole body is full of weirdness. I also don't understand why he can be so fast. Even if he breaks through the martial artist, he is not so exaggerated. Who is not a martial artist? Who is not a martial artist?" I understand." After Dongfang Xiang said, his eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at the two people on the ring in the distance.

"drink!"

Han Mo yelled softly, twisted his footsteps one after another, and threw his kick back at Ling Ze's side of the head.

Ling Ze looked at Han Mo's attack, chuckled and said, "Your attack is too weak, you can't win with speed alone." After finishing speaking, he punched Han Mo's leg, knocking Han Mo back. go back.

"Ah~ Damn!" Han Mo rubbed his legs in pain, looking at Ling Ze's face with some doubts, Ling Ze didn't look like he came here for the gold coins, but he seemed to be playing with himself on purpose. No matter what trick he came up with, he was always dealing with himself.

"Hey, if you fight thoroughly, I'm not someone who can't afford to lose, and I won't hold grudges against you if I lose." Han Mo hesitated and said.

"Hehe, that's what you said, so I'm going to do my best." Ling Ze looked at Han Mo and said strangely. After saying that, he stomped his feet on the ground and shot at Han Mo angrily like a cannonball.