Chapter 47: Mo Xun (three more)

"His strength is already so strong!"
Looking at Mo Qingyun in the battlefield, He Lingyu's face turned pale and he was disoriented.
Mo Qingyun's rapid rise has completely broken the bottom of her heart.
"Huh! You don't need to be proud of you, stinky boy, no matter how strong you are, you won't be my brother's opponent."
Song Xiuyun's expression of resentment, gritted teeth, thinking secretly in her heart.
"Brother Hongtian, it's enviable. You have a good grandson."
He Qiansheng looked envious and smiled at Mo Hongtian.
"Hehe, this guy is a bit capable and likes to show off, and makes Qiansheng brother laugh."
Upon hearing He Qiansheng's remarks, Mo Hongtian immediately laughed happily. It seems that Mo Qingyun's performance is very satisfied.
Similarly, he also enjoyed the words of He Qiansheng.
Just while Mo Hongtian was happy, he had some regrets in his eyes and sighed: "If Qingyun is not a first-class Wuhun, how good it is, the first-level Wuhun qualifications are already doomed, even if the perception talent is even better , The achievements will be limited in the future, hey ... "
At the moment, while He Qiansheng and Mo Hongtian were talking, Song Xu on the side was deep-faced and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Dad! Home Song, Home Ho, elders!"
At this time, Mo Feipeng, Mo Yueru and Mo Ling came to the judging table and greeted Mo Hongtian and others.
"You are here, sit down."
Mo Hongtian pointed to the seat next to him and greeted him, and asked, "Feilin has gone to Lianyungang?"
"Yep!"
Mo Feipeng nodded his head and said, "Aoki Commercial has been doing a good job recently. It has received a lot of new customers. Fei Lin checked it out and will come back before New Year's Eve."
"Okay!" He heard Mo Feipeng say that, Mo Hongtian showed his relief and nodded.
"Well! Why didn't anyone hit him in Qingdou's battlefield?"
Looking at the situation of Mo Qingyun's battlefield, Mo Yueru showed a hint of doubt.
"Yeah, everyone else was so angry that Qingyun, like an outsider, ignored him one by one."
Mo Ling was also confused, wondering what was going on with Mo Qingyun.
After hearing the words of Mo Yueru, Mo Hongtian smiled helplessly, shook his head, and laughed: "The little guys didn't shoot at Qingyun because just now, the little guy in Mochuan challenged Qingyun and was attacked by Qingyun. One move blasted out of the battlefield and they were deterred by the result. "
"What! Mo Chuan was blasted out of the battlefield by Qingyun!"
"Mo Chuan's cultivation seems to have reached the eighth body of quenching!"
"The hardened Yachuan Mochuan is not the enemy of Qingyun's move. How is this possible?"
...
After hearing Mo Hongtian's words, the three people on the side of Mo Yueru were shocked.
"Did Qingyun's practice have broken through to the eighth body of quenching?"
Mo Yueru startled.
After hearing Mo Yueru's words, Mo Feipeng and others were silent, showing a bit of bitter smile.
The speed of cultivation of this boy, Mo Qingyun, was too fast. As long as they were not paying attention, the cultivation broke through.
At this moment, Mo Yueru and others are wondering, is Mo Qingyun really a first-class Wuhun?
At this moment, when Mo Yueru and others were shocked by the scene in front of them.
Mo Qingyun's battle in the battlefield finally came to an end. Together with Mo Qingyun, there were only five people left.
The others are four people, the three who have been trained in the eighth body, plus one who have been trained in the seventh body.
Looking at the four people in front of him, Mo Qingyun smiled at them and said, "How lucky they are!"
"It should!"
Several people responded quickly to Mo Qingyun's words, but the expression was uglier than crying.
Of course, fortunately, four people hit 20 or 30 people, even if they were a little high, they almost fell down.
After Mo Qingyun's competition ended, the other nine competition venues also came to an end, vying for five candidates for promotion.
"Rest for half an hour and start the second round of competition."
Seeing that all the venues were over, an elder explained to everyone.
Immediately, the juniors who advanced to the second round started to rest.
However, Mo Qingyun didn't rest, because from the beginning to the present, he has nothing to consume.
Looking at Mo Qingyun's leisurely look, the other four were depressed again, and their envious eyes burst out.
It is also a promotion than the fighting field, why the gap is so big.
After half an hour.
"It's time to rest. Now draw lots to decide your opponent."
When the rest time came, an elder stepped out and shouted at the fifty juniors who were promoted.
Subsequently, Mo Qingyun and others stepped forward and started drawing lots.
"Mo Qingyun, you better not be eliminated too soon."
During the lottery, Mo Cang looked gloomy and chuckled at Mo Qingyun.
"Rest assured, you are eliminated, and I will not be eliminated."
Mo Qingyun responded indifferently to Mo Cang's words.
"Huh! This is the best!" Mo Cang snorted coldly and walked away.
"You guys, you're really lucky. When you meet the weakest group, you will be promoted more leisurely and relaxed than me."
Mo Xin raised his hand and patted Mo Qingyun's shoulder, smiling at Mo Qingyun.
"Hey, it's not bad, I haven't met anyone who has worked for Jiuzhong." Mo Qingyun grinned.
"Cousin Qingyun, congratulations on promotion."
At this moment, Mo Yi came over, congratulated Mo Qingyun, and said to Mo Xin again: "Congratulations to Mo Xin cousin, it's a real step to be promoted to a half step."
Mo Qingyun smiled slightly, and responded: "Cosmos Mo Yi is the same!"
"Thank you, Mo Yi."
Mo Xin smiled a little, and was a little surprised: "Cousin Mo Yi, haven't you always liked to fight? Why are you interested in participating in clan comparisons this year?"
"My old man gave an order, saying that I have read more books, and my brain is almost pedantic. I have to get close to everyone." Mo Yi looked helpless.
"Oh! It means the second elder."
After hearing Mo Yi's remarks, Mo Xin showed his natural expression, and glanced at Mo Yi with some sympathy.
Compared with Mo Xin's idea, Mo Qingyun has more, but still a little curious Mo Yi.
This cousin is somewhat interesting. He doesn't like force and likes reading.
No wonder Mo Yi possesses a sense of elegance and elegance.
"By the way, cousin Qingyun, what is your number?"
After Mo Qingyun and the three talked a few more words, Mo Yi asked curiously.
"tenth!"
Seeing this, Mo Qingyun looked at the signing number.
Immediately, Mo Qingyun discovered that a young man was already standing on the tenth battlefield.
"Mo Xun!"
Mo Yi and Mo Xin's faces suddenly changed after seeing the young man on the 10th site.
Then Mo Yi looked dignified and reminded Mo Qingyun: "Cousin Qingyun, when you and Mo Xun fight, you must be careful, this guy shot extremely fiercely, a desperate Saburo."
"That's right, although Mo Xun only has the peak of the eighth body of Xiu Xiu, but because of his fierce strength, many people who harden Jiuzhong. They all jealous of him."
Mo Xin also had a dignified face, and told Mo Qingyun: "Smelly boy, if you are not good enough, don't try to force it. If you lose, it's okay. You can't get hurt because of that, you know?"
"Got it!"
Mo Qingyun nodded, and smiled indifferently.
Seeing Mo Qingyun's expression, Mo Yi shook his head helplessly, feeling that Mo Qingyun did not listen to them at all.
But with his personality, he didn't want to say anything, just glanced at Mo Qingyun a little bit worried.
Mo Qingyun knew the meaning in Mo Yi's expression, but he didn't say much.
Anyway, after he and Mo Xun fight, everything will be clear.
Immediately, Mo Qingyun no longer hesitated and walked directly to the No. 10 Bidou venue.
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