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

The whole person lay listlessly on the fence.

"Brother Mo is so awesome, how can I beat him?"

Zhang Chulan at this time.

He no longer had the radiance he had just now, and the ability to rely on his own means.

The idea of ​​winning Luo Tian Dajiao's final championship.

Good guy.

A single strike is a power that he cannot match.

What the hell?

"Haha, why are you discouraged Chu Lan, you are still young, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing Zhang Chulan who was hit, Xu Si smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't forget that you have a ten-year gap, which is equivalent to ten years of penance behind your peers."

"As long as you work hard, you will definitely catch up."

"Don't comfort me, fourth brother, I know very well."

Zhang Chulan waved his hands weakly, and said with drooping dead fish eyes: "I have the confidence to catch up with the others, but Brother Mo, I really can't do it."

"He hit a white rainbow palm casually, I guess it would be enough to block the thunder in the palm of his hand."

"And I heard from Sister Bao'er that Brother Mo seems to have horizontal training and ice skills."

"In addition to the well-known one-yang finger, and that phantom-like movement technique..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Chulan smacked his lips.

With his cheek resting on his arm, his chubby flesh bulged, and he looked helplessly at Mo Wen in the field.

"Forget it, destroy it, I'm tired."

Xu Si was slightly silent, and looked at Mo Wen with complicated eyes.

He didn't blame Zhang Chulan for being downcast.

Anyone who sees peers who are as old as him but are much stronger will inevitably feel frustrated.

Don't talk about Zhang Chulan.

He himself was a little confused.

Although he knew that Mo Wen was very strong, who knew he was so strong!

In fact, Jia Zhengliang's skills are not weak, and if Xu Si plays against each other, it will not be so easy to win.

Among the juniors, he is a proper genius.

But it was such a genius that he gave up on the spot without even making it through two moves in front of Mo Wen.

Simply outrageous.

"I have been in charge of the North China region from my father for so many years, and I have never seen Mo Wen like this."

Xu Si's heavy voice attracted Zhang Chulan's attention.

"Actually, in terms of skills, although Mo Wen's Baihong Palm is exquisite, there are many different arts that are comparable to each other."

"The reason why that kid in Jia's Village was really scared was because of Mo Wen's skills."

"It's like an old stranger who has practiced for a lifetime, even more powerful than them."

Xu Si frowned, stroked the stubble on his chin, and said puzzledly: "I can't do it in the womb, unless..."

Zhang Chulan quickly asked, "Unless what?"

"Unless Mo Wen is very talented, and has the same talent as Zhang Zhiwei, your master, the Taoist of Heaven."

"It will take years of hard work to achieve it." Xu Si said with a frown.

"Same talent as my master..."

A drop of cold sweat ran down Zhang Chulan's forehead.

After a month of special training, he doesn't know anything about Mengxin.

I also know that there are three recognized strongest fighters in the Chinese alien world.

Known as one extreme, two heroes.

Needless to say, two of them are heroes, but one of them is his master.

The kind-hearted, kind-hearted old master Zhang Zhiwei treated him kindly.

It should be known that this ranking is recognized by the whole world, that is to say, all sects and sects, no matter whether it is a large school that has been passed down for thousands of years, or a scattered person in a remote place.

They all admit that Zhang Zhiwei is number one in the world.

And it's a name that was given decades ago.

In other words, Zhang Zhiwei beat the Inhuman World decades ago, and no one dared to claim the number one.

Even if there is a rising star Naruhu, Ding Zhangan.

Only count them as tied for second.

And the age of the heroes is only three or forty years old, not fifty.

If it is true what Xu Si said, Mo Wen has the same talent as his master.

Doesn't it mean that Mo Wen will be almost invincible in a few years?

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched slightly, suddenly feeling like she was witnessing history.

If someone actually recorded this story.

Mo Wen may have a detailed long-sentence description, but he may not even have a single word.

"Forget it, I'll find a way to "trade". "

Zhang Chulan gave up the idea of ​​defeating Mo Wen head-on.

After all, in his opinion, Jia Zhengliang, who was very troublesome to deal with, couldn't last two rounds in front of Mo Wen.

I still want to fart.

at the same time.

the other side.

Lu Ci's face was serious, watching Mo Wen who left the venue without saying a word.

"Hey, how about Lao Lu, this kid is not simple, is he?"

The corners of Wang Ai's mouth raised slightly, and he said to Lu Ci with a smile.

"Well, it is indeed as you and President Feng said, the strength is extraordinary."

"At a young age, his skill is no worse than old fellows like you and me, or even worse."

Lu Ci nodded expressionlessly.

The scar that pierced the eyelids added a little bit of ruthlessness.

"Old Wang, do you know who I see in him?"

"Who?"

"Old Heavenly Master, Zhang Zhiwei!"

Hearing this, the smile on Wang Ai's face faded a bit, "Why, old Lu, are you afraid?"

"afraid?"

Lu Ci snorted coldly: "You don't need to provoke me, old Wang, although this kid has some demeanor of a Taoist in the past, but now he is just a kid."

"I'm going to change Ruyijin, it's imperative for me!"

However, you have to approach it in another way.

......

Chapter 162 Acquiring new martial arts, I am in a good mood, randomly draw lucky ones

"I'll go first, both of you."

Mo Wen smiled and said, then turned and left.

It's time to get ready for the draw.

Watching Mo Wen's back gradually going away.

Zhuge Qing frowned slightly, and his eyes opened slightly.

After thinking again and again, he closed his eyes and entered his inner scene.

However, after a while.

Zhuge Qing suddenly opened his eyes wide, and cold sweat broke out from his pale face.

"how is this possible?"

"Qing, are you okay, what happened?"

Next to him, Zhuge Bai saw his elder brother gasping for breath suddenly, and immediately realized that Zhuge Qing had entered the interior scene for fortune-telling.

"I am fine."

Zhuge Qing shook his head and glanced at Mo Wen who had already walked out of the venue.

Immediately prepare to follow out.

If it's what he thinks, maybe it should be...

But as soon as Zhuge Qing took two steps, he was stopped by the referee Taoist priest.

"Hey, Zhuge Qing, little Vulcan, you two are just here, let's go to the competition."

Zhuge Qing's footsteps froze suddenly, regained his previous expression, turned around and said with a smile: "Master Dao, this place is broken, don't we need to repair it?"