Morning Star

Chapter 351 Xingxing, move your feet!

"..."

Chujiu held her forehead with her hand, she knew it was like this.

Compared to her calmness, the others, including the two elders, were all shocked by his words. They seriously doubted whether they had heard wrongly.

Has this young master never been beaten? This is too confident, no, too arrogant, right?

All of them? How powerful does he think he is? Even if he is their young master, it is only because his father is supposed to be the head of the family. How powerful can he be? He still wants to fight one against many. Is this just a foolish dream?

They all expressed their disdain, and even their favorability towards this young lady plummeted.

Although everyone wanted to compete with him, no one would just listen to him and go up.

Instead, the two elders were shocked that he wanted to solve the problem all at once.

"Let me compete with you first."

A man in his twenties jumped onto the competition arena.

Chujiu looked up and saw that it was the man who had argued with a woman in the morning.

Mo Xinglan didn't care when he saw that he was the only one there.

Of course he could hear the whispers from the audience, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, they would soon know whether it was true or not.

The man was holding a sword in his hand. When he was about to say the opening words, he found that Mo Xinglan had nothing in his hands. He asked in confusion, "Young Master, you don't use weapons?"

"No need." He raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if smiling but not smiling, but looking harmless.

The man was stunned and felt a little dissatisfied.

The two elders were also slightly stunned, but they became more optimistic about Mo Xinglan.

When they first met him, he didn't say how serious the injury was, but Fang Hao had mentioned it a little. He was probably the only one who could kill the Demon Lord Yu You and survive such a serious injury.

On the field, the man saw that Mo Xinglan had no weapon, so he put away the sword in his hand.

He cupped his fists and bowed to Mo Xinglan: "My lord, I am sorry for the offence."

Mo Xinglan's eyebrows were curved but not in her eyes, and she opened her red lips slightly: "How could it be?"

Stupid.

Chujiu off the field: “…”

Such stars reminded her of the time when she first met him. But it was a little different from then, after all, he didn't hide his true nature like he does now.

After the two of them exchanged polite words, the man thought Mo Xinglan would take the initiative to attack, but he just stood there motionless. For a moment, the atmosphere on the field was a little awkward. The people off the field also looked puzzled.

Finally, the man decided to take the initiative.

He clenched his fists, quickly gathered his spiritual energy, and rushed towards Mo Xinglan, swinging it towards his face.

However, he thought he had no flaws, but when he was running towards him, Mo Xinglan had already seen all the loopholes around him.

Still standing in the same place, he raised his hand without even gathering his spiritual energy, and used his own strength to dissolve the force of the fist that was swinging at him. He raised his hand and clenched the fist in his palm.

The man was shocked. He underestimated the enemy!

He was about to retract his fist and step back, but Mo Xinglan didn't want to give him this chance.

Since you want to keep your distance from him, just satisfy him.

She turned slightly sideways and at the same time pulled the hand that was holding the man's fist to one side like a suction cup.

The man lost his balance and stumbled forward. Before he could react, he was slapped on the chest.

His body flew backwards uncontrollably, fell off the competition field, and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

The competition was so fast that you would miss it if you blinked.

There was silence in the audience, and everyone's face was full of disbelief.

Are their eyes blurry?

They hadn't even felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy from the young master yet, so how come the other party had already fallen off the stage?

The two elders were also stunned by this competition. The others might not have seen it clearly, but they saw it clearly.

Mo Xinglan didn't use any spiritual energy or demonic energy at all. He just relied on skillfully using his own strength to knock the man out.

Of course, this does not exclude the man's underestimation of the enemy.

"Xingxing is so great!" The girl's excited voice broke the silence, "Xingxing is so great! At this moment, you are my God!"

She put her hands to her mouth and shouted exaggeratedly, as if the person on the competition stage was not Mo Xinglan but herself.

"..."The corner of Mo Xinglan's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

too exaggerated.

The exaggerated shouting successfully brought the audience back to their senses. Then there was an uproar, all of which were filled with shock and praise for Mo Xinglan.

"My lord is so awesome!"

"My Lord, you are the most powerful person I have ever seen!"

"Little Master..."

Chujiu felt extremely proud listening to everyone praising Mo Xinglan, as if they were praising himself.

Mo Xinglan put away the smile on his face and frowned, thinking it was too noisy. But seeing that Chujiu seemed very happy, he was too lazy to pay attention to them.

He said calmly, "Next."

He didn't use any spiritual energy during the competition. On the contrary, at this moment, because the noise was too loud, he had to use his spiritual energy to expand his voice so that they could hear what he said.

As soon as the words fell, a woman jumped onto the competition arena.

It was the woman who had argued with the man in the morning.

The woman held the knife in both hands and stared at Mo Xinglan with a serious expression.

With the first person's criminal record, she would not underestimate the enemy.

She had not forgotten what Chujiu had said in the morning. She didn't care about etiquette or not. As long as she could win, she would use any means.

But polite words still need to be said before the competition.

"My lord, I am sorry."

After he finished speaking, he swung the knife towards Mo Xinglan, but always kept a certain safe distance between his body and him.

She didn't want to be thrown down as soon as she came up.

The two swords were swung towards Mo Xinglan quickly without any mercy.

It was as if Mo Xinglan was the enemy who killed her entire family, and she wished she could hack him to death with a knife.

However, Mo Xinglan always responded to each move calmly and easily, always resolving it just right.

If you observe carefully, you will find that his feet have been standing still without moving.

Chujiu's mouth twitched when he saw this, and he felt a little sympathy for the woman.

She couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and with the good intention of helping the woman save some face, she yelled at Mo Xinglan: "Xingxing, move your feet!"

Mo Xinglan was stunned after hearing this, and the woman was also stunned, feeling very annoyed.

She had already noticed that Mo Xinglan was standing there without moving.

He had a hot temper to begin with, and now he was even more angry, swinging his knife towards Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan's eyes flashed as he looked at the stabbing knife, and he took a half step back. In an instant, he raised his right hand and clamped the tip of the knife between his two fingers, and moved it to the right easily. He flicked his finger at the blade, and the man and the knife flew out, falling to the ground with a "bang".

The outcome was decided in the blink of an eye.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief after she stood up.

She was destined to lose this competition anyway, and it was embarrassing to stay there. Although she swung the knife vigorously, she didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, and the opponent didn't even touch her.

It became even more lively after this scene.

For a moment, no one took the initiative to compete with him.

Several disciples off the field looked at each other, saw the same idea in each other's eyes, and nodded.

So, a group of people jumped onto the competition field, and without even saying hello, they rushed towards Mo Xinglan, swinging their weapons.