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At the same time, Luo Haiping, who was kicked several meters away, glanced at Fang Mo in surprise, and then glanced down at the footprints on his chest.

"You have some moral integrity, no wonder you dare to challenge me."

"but……"

Luo Haiping touched his bald head, and a hint of ferocity emerged from the corner of his mouth;

"Do you think you can compete with a real martial arts master at this level? Boy."

boom!

Immediately afterwards, Luo Haiping launched an offensive against Fang Mo again.

Even this time the attack was far more ferocious than the previous one.

The shadow of the fist was as fast as thunder, and the rest of the Sichuan Qing people in the audience could only see waves of afterimages passing by with their naked eyes.

Numerous viewers were surprised to realize that Luo Haiping didn't seem to have tried his best just now.

Although that punch was not a test, it was not a move that he used at his peak.

Even in the fight with Wanyan Chengyu, he retained some strength.

At least, the attacks that were expected to follow now were not used on the other leaders of the Sichuan Qing tribe.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for those people to persist for more than ten seconds, let alone two or three rounds.

Fang Mo's kick seemed to have completely angered the martial arts master.

At this moment, even Wanyan Zhenting, who was hiding in the dark under the stage and observing the battlefield, his heart was in his throat, and his expression could not help but show a hint of solemnity.

"Doctor Fang, it's dangerous..."

bang bang bang-

The next moment, Fang Mo suddenly pulled away from the high platform and retreated.

Everyone in the audience could see that Luo Haiping was obviously murderous at this moment.

Fang Mo himself could naturally understand that the other party was aroused by his sweeping kick, so he planned to send Fang Mo to see the Lord of Hell without leaving any room.

However, in their first encounter, Fang Mo was able to figure out a bit of the opponent's strength.

Luo Haidong is much stronger than ordinary martial arts masters.

Of course, the average martial arts master here refers to those miscellaneous fish from the Blood Clothes Sect.

But compared to Wanyan Zhenting...Luo Haiping's strength seemed to be much weaker.

Not to mention, Kumura Shiho, who had previously brought Fang Mo the greatest sense of crisis.

Fang Mo himself may not have noticed that as he continued to adapt to the chicken blood mode, his reaction, speed, agility, and strength when using the chicken blood mode all improved exponentially.

At least if Fang Mo now fights against himself when he just got the mysterious jade pendant.

He was confident that he could beat his former self alive within three rounds.

Of course, this is not what is called cultivation.

It's just that because Fang Mo used the chicken blood mode again and again, his muscles began to adapt to this kind of stimulation, and gradually raised the limit of Fang Mo's human body potential.

"Boy, the arena is only such a big place, I want to see where you run."

Facing Fang Mo's escape, Luo Haiping seemed to have a playful sense of a cat catching a mouse.

"Take care of yourself."

Fang Mo jerked away to avoid the attack, while spitting disdainfully.

Damn it, I'm happy to run away, but you still have me under control?

But as Luo Haiping said, the arena is not big.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Mo was forced into a corner by Luo Haiping, who suddenly raised a playful smile on his lips.

"Little mouse, aren't you very good at running? Just keep running..."

At this moment, Fang Mo, who had been running away, suddenly stopped and squatted down.

He suddenly turned his head and raised his hand, several rays of silver flashed in his hand, and his face was indescribably solemn.

""Thirteen Needles of Fallen Leaves"."

Whoosh whoosh—

The next moment, more than a dozen silver needles surrounded Luo Haiping and flew out.

Seeing this, Luo Haiping seemed to be shocked.

This sudden hidden weapon attack obviously disrupted Luo Haiping's offensive rhythm.

This guy didn't react for a moment and crossed his hands on his chest to defend himself, subconsciously trying to dodge.

But those silver needles seemed to have eyes, following them everywhere.

Under the astonished gazes of countless people in the audience, the situation changed instantly.

After all, Luo Haiping didn't know anything about Fang Mo before, and this guy never thought that the young man had such a sneak attack with a hidden weapon.

He wasn't sure if Fang Mo's flying needle was contaminated with any poison.

If Luo Haiping was hit by a poisonous flying needle, his skin would still peel off even if he survived.

Therefore, he did not blindly accept this move, but wanted to take the opportunity to avoid it.

But he still underestimated Fang Mo's "Zen" medical skills inherited from the mysterious jade pendant.

Acupuncture is one of the oldest methods of Chinese traditional medicine to treat diseases and save lives.

It is said that the level of a Chinese medicine practitioner can be judged by his ability to control silver needles.

And as the top Chinese medicine master "Zenmen" who has been disconnected and even almost disappeared in the long history.

Their emphasis on the inheritance of acupuncture is only higher than that of ordinary folk Chinese medicine... only stronger, not weaker!

"Can't hide!"

At this moment, Luo Haiping's eyes widened.

Finally, he realized that these thirteen silver needles had blocked almost all the routes he could avoid.

He finally looked at Fang Mo with a hint of solemnity.

Although Fang Mo's strength is almost negligible compared to a martial arts master of his level.

Even if he stood there and let him hit him, Fang Mo might not be able to beat him to death without the help of weapons.

But this evil flying needle technique rarely attracted Luo Haiping's attention.

People have a subconscious fear of unknown things, and Luo Haiping is no exception.

"Good boy!"

He punched out with both fists, bringing up an invisible force of wind.

Fang Mo, who had been forced into a corner just now, raised his eyebrows.

This guy really has some skills!

In fact, all of this happened between lightning and flint.

From Fang Mo throwing out the silver needle to Luo Haiping using all his strength to resist the thirteen fallen leaves needles, the middle time was nothing more than a few breaths.

However, Fang Mo obviously got a chance to breathe from the absolute disadvantage.

The next moment, a playful sneer curled up on his lips;

"However, although I have to admit that you are somewhat capable, you still can't dodge this silver needle..."