Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 157
"Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Wang Daxia is in good spirits today, and he will definitely win."

"It seems that Golden Sword Invincible is going to write a myth again."

There was another burst of flattery, and Chen Mo looked at Wang Yuanba's steps. His steps were steady and his eyes were sharp.

"Brother, you see, hundreds of people in Luoyang are optimistic about Hero Wang. Do you think the Mo Chen who is challenging him can still beat him?" The young man sitting next to Chen Mo asked in a low voice with his big eyes rolling around.

"What's the competition? If there are more people, he will definitely win. If there's a martial arts competition, you won't know until you get on the field." Chen Mo said with a smile.

The young man smiled and continued to eat the sour plum in his hand. Seeing that there were more and more people, it was already noon, and the middle-aged man who sang promises said loudly:
"It's already noon. If the challenger doesn't come, he will automatically surrender. Mr. Wang said that the Wang family has a big banquet at noon today, and everyone will have lunch here."

"Okay, Great Hero Wang is generous and worthy of being the master of the Golden Knife Sect."

There was another round of flattering and bragging, and Chen Mo shook his head secretly. It is not good for a school to be too rich. The Golden Knife School of the Luoyang Wang family is a family school. There is only one reason why it has survived for hundreds of years, and that is money. The fame in the Jianghu also comes from their wealth, and the invincibility of the golden sword is just bragging of the Taoists.

The sour plum in the young man's hand has been eaten, he looked at it and put the plate back on the table and took another plate of nuts in his hand, muttering while eating:

"Rich people are different. Watching a martial arts contest is like a treat. It would be great if there were martial arts contests here every day."

Chen Mo looked at the sky. It was already the warm spring season, but the sky in Luoyang was a bit gloomy, with layers of overcast clouds covering the sky, and the slight breeze blowing the moisture made people feel a little cool.

"It's going to rain. It looks like it's over early so we can find a place to eat. I don't think the Wang family's banquet at noon today will be able to be held."

Chen Mo stood up slowly while speaking, grabbed the iron sword on the table and walked to the arena. The middle-aged man who was in charge of singing the promise glanced at Chen Mo and said:

"This is the arena for competition between Mr. Wang and that Mo Chen. Don't let anyone else come up and cause trouble."

"Don't be silent. Please come up, Senior Wang Yuanba, the Invincible Golden Sword." Chen Mo said in a deep voice, slightly clasping his fists.

When I saw that Chen Mo was just a young man in his twenties, the middle-aged man in charge of singing the promise laughed and said:

"You are Mo Chen? Hahahaha. Even a brat dares to challenge Mr. Wang. Do you think that you will be famous in the world after challenging Mr. Wang? I have seen too many little people like you, haha."

"If you want to be kicked off by me, then keep laughing. I'm here to challenge Wang Yuanba, and I'm not interested in a small role like you." Chen Mo glanced at the promise singer and said coldly.

"You want to kick me? Then you try my magic leg Wuying kick." The middle-aged man stepped back with one foot and stood up on the ground, looking at Chen Mo coldly and said.

"That's right, if you want to compete with the heroes of the Magic Leg Wuying class, you're courting death." An old man with a goatee in the crowd said with a smile.

Where did Chen Mo have the energy to chat with these boring people, he threw his long sword behind his back, and kicked 24 feet in the air as his figure moved his legs. After a crackling sound, he returned to the original place in the blink of an eye.

Chen Mo's movement chilled the scene. They all looked at the class hero in a daze who didn't know that his head had been kicked into a pig's head. Chen Mo's unrecognizable feet were not inscrutable. It is also far inferior to the speed of Dugu Nine Swords, but it is as sharp as magic to deal with these guys who only know how to speak;
Wang Yuanba's eyes narrowed at the sidelines of the martial arts arena. Chen Mo's advances and retreats just now seemed like lightning meteors, and even he saw only an afterimage passing by at the 24th leg. It is impossible to block this kick, not to mention that Chen Mo challenged him with a weapon.

While Wang Yuanba was still calculating, the class hero suddenly felt a severe cramp-like pain in his head. He held his head and rushed outside the competition arena and howled.

"Mo Chen, I sent someone to deliver the battle invitation yesterday, and I am honored to meet fellow Jianghu in Luoyang today. I hope everyone will forgive Mo Chen's rudeness."

Chen Mo clasped his fists and looked around at the people around him and said loudly. After everyone stopped talking, he turned back to Wang Yuanba and said in a deep voice:
"I have heard for a long time that senior Wang Yuanba of the Luoyang Golden Knife Gate is invincible in all battles, and Mo Chen took the liberty to challenge him. I am very grateful that Senior Wang accepted the challenge generously;

The sky is gloomy right now, maybe it will rain at any time, I hope Senior Wang will come and give me some advice. "

Chen Mo's words were polite, but his tone of disregard for Wang Yuanba was also obvious. Just now he kicked that class hero into a pig's head, and Chen Mo actually had fifteen points of martial arts income. It seems that this middle-level martial arts world wants to learn martial arts The value is much faster than the low-level martial arts world.

Wang Yuanba was feeling anxious at this time. After all, he had 50 to [-] years of skill, but Chen Mo's speed just now gave him no chance of winning. He could not help but vaguely plan to retreat. At this moment, Wang Yuanba's eldest son, Wang Bofen, carried a Jumping into the competition arena with the same shiny thick-backed sword, pointing the tip of the sword, Chen Mo said wildly:

"If you want to compete with my father, you have to pass me first."

Wang Yuanba's expression changed slightly when Wang Boxen entered the competition field. His son Wang Boxen has always been arrogant. Even the masters in Luoyang rarely used the official seal to fight him. He was about to drink his eldest son out of the competition field. But Wang Bofen slashed at Chen Mo's waist with a blade of wind.

There are seven or eight changes in Wang Bofen's move of the golden knife and the move of the sword. Halfway through the knife, it has changed several directions. The people present can't help but secretly applaud. This knife shows the strong control power of Wang Bofen's decades of painstaking knife skills .

In the eyes of ordinary fighters, Wang Bofen's move is almost only blocking and avoiding, but in the eyes of experts, there are at least dozens of ways to deal with it. However, Chen Mo's Dugu Nine Swords Sword Intent has reached the state of perfection, and his eyes are like computers. Not as good as one of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley. Although his moves changed strangely, they were full of loopholes in his eyes.

Chen Mo shot out the iron sword and scabbard at the moment when Wang Bofen's golden sword was about to reach his body, and the black shadow hit the Shenmen point on Wang Bofen's wrist in a flash.

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The golden knife fell to the ground and Wang Bofen backed away in fright. Seeing Chen Mo slowly withdrawing the scabbard and his indifferent face, Wang Bofen was ashamed and angry but at a loss. Leng said:
"Shaoxia Mo is really amazing. The child is reckless and shames himself. It seems that the old man's martial arts is not a match for the young man. Today, the old man admits defeat."

Before Chen Mo could speak, Wang Yuanba cupped his hands with a smile on his face and said loudly to everyone present:

"The old man knows that he is old and his health is not as good as before, but the child is not good at learning and failed in one move, so the old man can only admit that he is inferior. Today's martial arts competition is won by Mo Shaoxia. All comrades will have dinner at my house later."

(End of this chapter)