Chapter 190:

A pair of eyes stared at the center of the martial arts center, as if Gu Qing'er standing beside him was air.
"Mo Lai! Give me severe abuse. Don't show mercy."
Gu Qing'er went mad and roared, where there is still the slightest majesty of the leader.
"Yes!"
Mo Lai showed a fierce look, even if the leader did not say, he did not intend to let Luohe easily.
"brush…"
Mo Lai preemptively rushed towards Luohe with strides, his fists condensed the light of spiritual power, and he bombarded him from behind.
This is Fanpin's intermediate martial skill, Fenglei Fist!
Judging from the speed and the appearance of the boxing shadow, it shows that this person has been immersed in this trick for a long time, otherwise it would be impossible to reach this level.
Behind Luo He's hands, his footsteps swayed regularly, and he dodges circles of shadows.
Mulai is the No. 1 warrior of the Linghai, and Luohe has just entered the Linghai realm, so it may be difficult to fight it logically, but with the promotion of the holy mental method and the [washing marrow pill], there are usually physical training. Blessing.
Dealing with Mo Lai was easy.
Mo Lai made a move and was surprised. At the same time when Luohe left, he knew that his opponent was also a warrior in the Spirit Sea realm. He was shocked and asked for a trial. He was the highest cultivation disciple of the Cangshan Sect. ?
Continue to perform Fenglei Fist, Dao Dao Quan Ying surrounded Luohe.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Luo He, who was avoiding, clasped his wrist with one hand, and easily pushed it out with a shoulder.
Mo Lai was controlling a 360-degree rotation, and finally stabilized his steps.
A broad arm grabbed the collar again, and then the whole person was picked up like a chicken.
Looking at Luo He in shock, did he practice a certain power-type martial arts? !
"Puff!"
Before he could figure out why he was picked up by a warrior of the same level, the whole person had already taken off and fell to the ground heavily.
Then flew up again, and fell to the ground again...
"Boom! Bang! Bang!"
Standing in the martial arts field, Luohe, incarnate as Popeye, grabbed Mo Lai with one hand and slammed left and hit right.
Within a few falls, Mo Lai was dizzy and crooked.
Gu Zhong sneered. "Mo Lai, Mo Lai, let's not come to my Cangshan School in the future."
The disciples standing behind Gu Zhong burst into laughter. The headmaster is indeed the king of stalkers, and he deserves to be criticized.
"Luohe, it's just a discussion and discussion, it's almost all right."
Hearing this, Luo He dragged Mo Lai, who was foaming at his mouth, to the edge of the martial arts field, and then threw it out.
"Brother Luohe won!" The disciples suddenly cheered.
"Huh, useless things." Gu Qinger's expression was cold, and the disciple was abused, not only without a trace of worry, but ashamed.
"carry on."
Gu Qinger's expression was indifferent, but did he lose one game? Mo Lai was just the lowest cultivation level among the disciples she brought. The remaining three disciples were all from Linghai Second Layer and one from Linghai Third Layer.
As for the Cangshan faction, it would be great to have a warrior in the spirit sea realm.
It's not ashamed that the face lost in this one will be found back in the next three games.
However... the second disciple who was kicked by Xiaoliu ran in the martial arts field. Every stone slab under his feet felt the fear of being dominated by his feet.
At the end of the run, exhausted, his nose and face were swollen and spitting on the ground. Was dragged down by a disciple of the Cangshan faction.
Just kidding, Xiao Liu is the one who likes to play fast-falling shuttlecock with the elder sisters. The foot strength is called fast and cruel. The disciples of San Puritan are unstable and can't stand it at all.
Gu Qing'er's face was pulled down, and the eyes outside the veil were full of anger, "Trash!, it's all trash!"
The disciple of the Cangshan School obviously only has the cultivation base of Linghai First Layer, so Gu Qing'er couldn't understand why he could kick the disciple of the original Linghai Second Layer into internal injuries.
Is it true that the Cangshan School is as evil as the outside world?
If Gu Qing'er came to Cangshan to take a look in the morning or evening, he would understand what was going on.
The movements of the disciples kicking the shuttlecock and jumping the big rope are exactly the same as the movements of Xiao Liu who defeated the San Puritan disciples just now.
There are definitely not many disciples who have the ability to leapfrog, as long as they can win the next two games.
Thinking of this, Gu Qing'er raised his hand.
One of the remaining two female disciples came out.
The same is the duality of mind and law, but this disciple is one of her most optimistic disciples in her teaching, and she will surely be able to beat the shame.
Oh? Female disciple?
Okay, let's send a female disciple, "Mo Yu, you go."
Mo Yu nodded and walked straight to the martial arts field, but the other disciples were a little worried. Junior Sister Mo Yu has not broken through the Linghai Sea yet, facing the warriors of the Linghai Realm, will he...
However, things that the head has already decided, certainly can't go back, everyone can only hope that Junior Sister Mo Yu can kill the opponent.
"Cangshan School, Mo Yu."
"Three Puritanism, Xin Yun."
The two reported each other's name and school, and the competition officially began.
The female disciple named Xin Yun didn't underestimate the enemy because Mo Yu's cultivation base was lower than her. She stared at Mo Yu with clever eyes. Mo Yu didn't want to be passively beaten, but chose to attack actively.
The pace changed rapidly, and the aura was condensed in the palm of his hand, and he bombarded Xingyun, although Xin Yun could not find Mo Yu's true body in the phantom.
But with her powerful Zhenqi body, it is difficult for Mo Yu's palm to hurt her.
Xin Yun closed his eyes tightly, as if he was condensing some big move. The disciples of the Cangshan faction were worried. Junior Sister Mo Yu's attack couldn't hurt the enemy, so how could he fight it?
It's rare that her own disciple had the upper hand once, how could Gu Qing'er miss such a good opportunity.
Sarcastically said: "Shooting a stone with a pebble is not self-reliant."
"The leader of the idioms is very good, but don't say it too early, I'm afraid it will be too ugly to slap my face later."
It's rare that Gu Zhong said so much to her at once, although it was all mocking, but it didn't just prove that Gu Zhong already cared about her?
Gu Qing'er smiled implicitly and stopped talking. Gu Zhong didn't realize at this moment that he had met a...
"Can't wait any longer."
Mo Yu knew that there was a gap in her cultivation level, and she couldn't defeat her opponent without trying her best.
I saw Mo Yu's clothes fluttering in the wind, and gusts of wind blew up in a small area around his body, and then I saw the spirit wave spreading on Mo Yu's arm.
With one foot on the floor, Mo Yu flew up in the air, his palms clenched into a fist, and the force visible to the naked eye condensed and attacked Xin Yun's face.
Xin Yun thought that the martial artist of the mental state could not break her body protection aura anyway.
So he didn't take any more precautions, condensing his big move with peace of mind, and Mo Yu was either dead or injured.
By the time the fist is near, it is too late to try to avoid it.
"boom!"
The fist smashes the defensive shield...