Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

You should at least give some reaction, even a little shortness of breath!

"Fuck, if I didn't know that this is a stage for aliens, I would have thought it was a military exercise!"

"It's not that I haven't seen the palm of the hand, and I even recognize the one that can smash rocks in the air, but this kind of one that can change direction and have such power, I have never seen it in my life!"

"Let's not talk about you, I just practice splitting empty palms, but if I want to hit this kind of powerful and quantitative palm force, I can't do it even if I run out of Qi!"

"Hey! With such a profound skill, young people nowadays are really amazing!"

All the audience were surprised by Mo Wen's understatement, as if there was no consumption.

For strangers.

The method is the method of self-defense, just like guns and firearms.

And the qi obtained by the other person's practice is the bullet fuel.

If it is to cause astonishing damage and lethality to the outside world, the more ammunition will be consumed.

For a young alien, it is exaggerated enough to cover more than half of the field with moves like Mo Wen, and still have strong destructive power.

Not to mention that Mo Wen was still blushing and not out of breath, which really shocked everyone's attention.

Swish!

In the smoke and dust, a figure suddenly flew out of it, leaped into the air, panting heavily, and at the same time looked at Mo Wen below in disbelief.

It was Jia Zhengliang who escaped from the dead.

Mo Wen looked it over and smiled with satisfaction.

"No injuries, yes, there are some means."

"Block all the palms that would hit the body, this vision and composure, I approve of you, Jia Zhengliang."

"continue."

Hear what Mo Wen said.

Jia Zhengliang's face was slightly ugly, and he wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth complicatedly.

continue?

What a joke.

Although I exploded all the palms that would hit me, the impact of the explosion of the palms, as well as the aftermath of the rest of the palms, have already caused my blood to churn and my internal organs to shift slightly.

My head is also buzzing.

It can be said.

Now just standing still takes more than half of my strength.

How can I continue to fight?

Damn it, how did this guy cultivate? It feels like he is stronger than some elders in the village!

Jia Zhengliang was not stupid, as Mo Wen had such great power with a single blow.

Mo Wen's strength far surpassed his own.

Especially that kind of understatement, which is exactly the same as the village chief's feeling when teasing the juniors in their village.

myself and this guy.

Definitely not a level opponent!

However, I can't just admit defeat so easily.

Maybe he was faking it?

What if the trick just now can only be used once?

Jia Zhengliang quickly adjusted his breath and quickly thought about the possibility and method of his victory.

He came out with great difficulty, and he didn't want to go back so soon.

The point is, he doesn't want to go on a blind date with the village chief's daughter!

"If you don't attack, then replace me."

Seeing that Jia Zhengliang didn't come down in mid-air and didn't attack, Mo Wen guessed that he was stalling for time and wanted to take the opportunity to rest and think about countermeasures.

As usual, Mo Wen doesn't mind waiting.

But now it's a game, not to mention the result is doomed, there is no need to waste time.

next second.

Mo Wen raised his right palm, mobilized the vast Beiming True Qi in his body to gather, and immediately swung it out.

Accompanied by the howling wind, a wrist-thick iridescent palm broke away and attacked Jia Zhengliang who was in mid-air.

Halfway through the flight, the streamer of palm strength with thick wrists suddenly split into dozens again!

The number is no less than just now!

And moved towards Jia Zhengliang with an irregular trajectory.

Seeing this, Jia Zhengliang's face changed drastically, and he quickly controlled the flying knife under his feet to retreat violently while shouting: "Surrender! Surrender!"

"Don't hit me!"

Hearing this, Mo Wen's face changed slightly, and he quickly controlled the direction of his palm.

But as I said just now, the main feature of Baihong's palm strength is that the air-split palm is straight and straight, even if the level is deep enough to control the splitting of the palm force, the maximum is no more than twenty.

If you exceed it, you can only control it roughly, but you can't control it freely.

So even if Mo Wen changed direction urgently, but the time was too short, more than half of Bai Hong's palm force still blasted at Jia Zhengliang.

"No, save people!"

The referee Taoist's complexion changed, and he jumped up suddenly, calling out a golden light to cover Jia Zhengliang in midair.

Also acting at the same time were Zhuge Qing and Hong Bin, the little fire god in the audience.

"Gen character Earth Waterfall!"

"Fireball!"

A large amount of soil and gravel spewed out from the ground in an instant, blocking Jia Zhengliang like a waterfall.

At the same time, more than a dozen fiery fireballs the size of a basketball hit the half of Baihong's palm.

Immediately, there was a loud noise in the air above the field, and shock waves visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.

Intense airflow mixed with dust entered the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the audience.

However, even though their eyes were so sore that they shed tears, they still stared at the dust cloud in the air with their red eyes wide open.

next second.

The dust and mist glowed with golden light, and the referee Taoist wrapped himself and Jia Zhengliang in golden light and landed.

Seeing that the two were fine, the audience immediately cheered.

"666!"

"Good job!"

"Niu, as expected of the Daoist of Longhu Mountain, Zhuge Qing and Xiao Vulcan, the reaction is really fast!"

"Average, hahaha."

Surrounded by the cheers, the little Vulcan grinned. Wearing a fiery red kung fu suit, he had a muscular body and laughed proudly.

But Zhuge Qing put down his hand pinching the finger, his face was solemn, without any joy.

The referee Taoist stared at the pale-cheeked Jia Zhengliang with complicated eyes.

Looking at the field again, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

Pressing the churning emotions in his heart, he raised his voice and pronounced: "This game, the winner..."

"Mo Wen!"

What followed was even greater cheers.

And Mo Wen also showed a smile on his face, listening to the system notification sound in his ear, facing Zhuge Qing on the stage, the little Vulcan cupped his hands.

"Thank you both for taking the shot just now."

Little Vulcan Hong Bin grinned and said, "What's the matter, no thanks, you are so good, I still want to fight you!"

"Master Mo is polite, just a little busy."

Zhuge Qing put away the seriousness on his face, and said with a smile.

This is not self-effacing.

Because he knows very well, whether he is the little Vulcan, or the Daoist who is the referee.

Anyone who wants to block the attack just now.

It's not that easy.

The three joined forces to keep Jia Zhengliang safe and sound.

And this was only half of Mo Wen's palm strength.

Although they all shot in haste.

But it can also realize how strong Mo Wen is.

Looking at Mo Wen, who was not inferior to himself in appearance, and was much younger than himself.

For the first time, Zhuge Qing felt the pressure from his peers.

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Chapter 161 I saw Zhang Zhiwei's shadow in him!

"The winner, Mo Wen!"

After Zhang Chulan heard the Taoist Master of Tianshi Mansion who was serving as the referee, he announced that the game was over.