Immemorial Paragon

"Mo Qingyun, I will let you in my hands, I can't get through with one move."

In the battlefield, Mo Yunfeng looked arrogant and seemed to have won.

As soon as Mo Yunfeng's words fell, he summoned Wuhun.

Suddenly, a powerful momentum emanated from above him.

This is a huge snake with a length of three meters, covered with red scale armor.

Eight-level martial spirit, fire scales martial arts soul.

After the Fire Squadron Wu Wu was summoned by Mo Yunfeng, an amazing soul power was sent out and blessed on Mo Yunfeng.

Under the blessing of this soul power, Mo Yunfeng's strength soared in an instant, reaching the point where it was comparable to the quenched body.

"Under the blessing of Wu Hun's soul power, Mo Yunfeng's current strength is probably as heavy as the quenched body."

"So it seems that Mo Qingyun is losing."

"Facing Mo Yunfeng right now, I don't know how Mo Qingyun can hold on."

"In my opinion, up to three moves."

...

Looking at the aggressive Mo Yunfeng in the battlefield, the surrounding juniors changed their looks.

"Eight-level martial spirits, and fire scales marching martial spirits."

Looking at the red shadow above Mo Yunfeng's head, Mo Qingyun's expression changed slightly, and he secretly said, "The current Mo Yunfeng should be about the same strength as Song Chen who did not call Wuhun."

The strength that is comparable to the seventh body of the quenched body is indeed the peak of the elite of the Mo family.

But for Mo Qingyun today, it can't pose much threat.

After absorbing the crystals of the earth's center flame, Mo Qingyun's physical strength and strength are now comparable to the eighth body of the quenched body.

Now he can easily defeat Song Chen even without summoning Wuhun.

"Mo Qingyun, look at me to clean up you!" Mo Yunfeng said coldly.

Red Palm

Mo Yunfeng waved out with a palm, the whole person turned into a red afterimage, and hurried towards Mo Yunfeng.

Under the palm of Mo Yunfeng, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly increased a lot.

Like the palm of Mo Yunfeng, the surrounding air is to be burned.

Mo Yunfeng is so strong!

Mo Ziyu and others on the side saw this, and they changed their colors, showing the color of awe.

Now the strength of Mo Yunfeng is not inferior to some of the key training targets of the Mo family.

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Yunfeng's attack slammed in front of Mo Qingyun.

Seeing that Mo Qingyun was under his own blow, he did not even make a resistance, Mo Yunfeng smiled proudly.

It was just that his smile had just appeared, and then he had frozen.

He found that when his palm was about to hit Mo Qingyun, he was blocked by a powerful palm.

"Mo Qingyun, you ..."

Seeing his full blow, Mo Qingyun took it easily, and Mo Yunfeng suddenly changed color.

It was just that Mo Yunfeng's words had not come out, and he felt that his chest was hit with a punch.

Nine Falls

A violent force poured from Mo Qingyun's fist into Mo Yunfeng's body.

Bang Bang Bang!

Vigorously entering the body, like a hammer, bombarded Mo Yunfeng's body again and again.

what!

Mo Yunfeng was screaming so loudly that he flew out and fell to the ground, spitting blood.

After watching this scene, the people around were immediately stagnation.

Not only the elders, but also the juniors, seemed to have been put in place by people, and were stuck in place.

For a while, inside the performance martial arts hall, it became extremely silent instantly, and everyone could hear the sound of breathing.

Mo Yunfeng lost!

Summoned the eighth-level martial spirit, the fire scale and the martial spirit, Mo Yunfeng, whose strength is comparable to the quenched seventh-level martial artist, lost!

It's just a trick!

This scene is too unexpected and sudden for everyone.

"Goo!"

After a while, among the crowd, I don't know who swallowed, and said, "One move, only one move, Mo Yunfeng was defeated, and Mo Qingyun was very strong."

"Is this the real strength of that kid?"

Looking at the slightly thin figure in the battlefield, Mo Feipeng said with wide eyes.

"In one move, he defeated Mo Yunfeng, whose strength is comparable to that of the quenched body. It seems I underestimated Qing Yun again."

Mo Yueru was surprised, and looked at Mo Qingyun in the bedou venue softly, smiling with relief.

"Is this guy already so strong?"

Mo Xin and Mo Ling both frowned, and it was difficult to hide the shock in their eyes.

"He seems to be more powerful than I expected." Mo Xiaoyan smiled with excitement.

"It's really surprising. I didn't expect this little guy to beat Mo Yunfeng in one move."

Some of the elders beside Mo Feipeng were shocked and surprised at the result.

"In just two months, has this kid grown up to such a point?"

Looking at Mo Qingyun whose strength is now close to the seventh body of the quenching body, Mo Cang's face became a little unnatural.

In the battlefield.

When everyone was shocked, Mo Qingyun looked disdainfully and looked at Mo Yunfeng and said, "One move defeated me?"

"puff!"

Under the punch of Mo Yunfeng, Mo Yunfeng, who was already full of blood and blood in his body, spit out blood again after hearing the words.

Mo Qingyun's words made him feel a moment of humiliation and irony.

Before the fight, he vowed that he would defeat Mo Qingyun with a stroke.

But now, he was defeated by Mo Qingyun in a move, which is really ironic.

"Uncle, can you announce the results?"

No longer paying attention to Mo Yunfeng, Mo Qingyun looked at the judgment aside and asked.

Under Mo Qingyun's words, the elder hesitated for a moment, and Shen said, "Mo Qingyun wins, Mo Yunfeng's tenth monthly elite junior test."

Mo Yunfeng is tenth!

With Mo Yunfeng's strength, if it was not for the previous agreement, he would have no problem taking second.

But now he is in the tenth place. This result made everyone sigh and felt unexpected.

But as Mo Yunfeng lost, new problems emerged.

Everyone had already negotiated, and based on the length of time that everyone and Mo Yunfeng played against each other, determine your ranking.

But now, with Mo Qingyun's shot, Mo Yunfeng was beaten like a dead dog, and he couldn't compete.

In this case, the previous ranking method is obviously inappropriate.

"Uncle Zu, the ranking of the monthly test was based on the length of time that Mo Yunfeng persisted. Now Mo Yunfeng can no longer fight, what should I do next?"

Mo Ziyu suddenly spoke.

"Now it seems that Mo Yunfeng's previous suggestions were not good. The next battle is to decide the opponent by lot."

The elder in charge judged Shen.

Seeing the elders responsible for the judgment say that, Mo Qingyun and others have no objection.

Then, Mo Qingyun and others began to draw lots to decide their next opponent.

The strength of Mo Ziyu and others is even weaker than Mo Yunfeng, and naturally he is not Mo Qingyun's opponent.

After some competition, Mo Qingyun was shocked and won the elite junior monthly test.

Mo Qingyun won the elite junior monthly test first, naturally beyond everyone's expectations.

Under the complicated eyes of everyone, Mo Qingyun was full of joy and received the first 20,000 gold coins reward for the elite juniors.

After receiving the reward, Mo Qingyun did not stay any more, leaving with Mo Feipeng and others.

"Huh! Don't be too happy, clan comparison, your strength is not enough."

As Mo Qingyun passed by Mo Cang, the latter looked dull and hummed coldly.

"is it?"

Mo Qingyun heard his words, his eyes narrowed, stopped, looked at Mo Cang, and walked towards an open space in Yanwu Stadium.

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