Looking at Mo Qilin who lowered his head to admit his mistake, Zhao Tiancheng sneered expressionlessly: "Haha, how could a disciple of Mo Shi be so wrong? It's just that I'm old and not good at martial arts."

"Master Zhao has embarrassed this junior. Just now, my junior brother said something serious. I was eager and couldn't hold back, so I did this stupid thing."

Although Mo Qilin said this, none of the heads present were vegetarians.

To put it bluntly, they have eaten more salt than these young people have eaten. This kind of thing can only be said to young people who are still young.

"What a guy who can't hold back, Master. If that's the case, let me teach him how to hold back."

Song Zhan looked at Mo Qilin opposite him indifferently, then turned to Zhao Tiancheng and suggested.

"Who are you?"

Mo Qilin looked at Song Zhan, who had just blocked his inevitable shot, and asked.

"Who am I? I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Eight Gate Golden Lock Sword."

Song Zhan looked at Mo Qilin with a stern face.

Before Lin Qing could say anything, Zhao Tiancheng nodded directly, turned around and walked towards the rear group.

With Zhao Tiancheng's permission, Song Zhan immediately looked at Master Lin Qing and said, "Uncle Lin, my Eight Gate Golden Lock Sword is willing to experience the power of Mo Style Xingyi Quan again. Please take charge of it."

Lin Qing turned to look at Mo Wenxin. Mo Wenxin had already finished communicating with Mo Qilin. Seeing Lin Qing's eyes, he simply nodded and agreed to the discussion.

Song Zhan walked to the field and looked at Mo Qilin opposite, "I see that your level is not low. How about we just show off our strengths this time without being limited to sect moves?"

After listening to Song Zhan's suggestion, Mo Qilin raised his chin and said, "Are you sure that I am already a twenty-eighth level warrior? I only compete in martial arts to your advantage."

"No, I see you like to use skills so much, and I don't think I can tie your hands and feet, so I'll leave it at that."

Song Zhan shook his head and stabbed him in a mild way.

Mo Qilin's face turned pale after being stabbed by him, and he said with a cold face: "Since you insist on seeking death, I will help you."

After that, he gripped the spear again, his fighting spirit aroused all over his body, and everyone watching the battle felt a heavy pressure on their shoulders.

"Come!"

Seeing that Song Zhan was still standing there loosely, Mo Qilin immediately shouted angrily, stabbed forward with the spear in his hand, and a spear beam came out of his body and shot towards Song Zhan.

When the gun light flew less than three feet in front of him, Song Zhan swayed and avoided the sudden blow.

"Flame Spear!"

Seeing that Song Zhan easily avoided the gun light, Mo Qilin raised the spear in his hand again, a flash of fire suddenly appeared, and dozens of gun shadows formed in an instant, pressing towards Song Zhan.

Song Zhan didn't dodge or dodge, he just activated his fierce Yang energy, and his whole body was suddenly enveloped in the fiery red fighting spirit.

The next second, dozens of gun shadows were seen in everyone's disbelieving eyes, all bombarding Song Zhan, and the flames of the explosion completely engulfed Song Zhan.

"Hiss, it's normal that you can't dodge this power. It won't be over in seconds!"

Among the disciples watching the battle, some took a breath and guessed as they looked at Song Zhan who was covered by the explosion.

As soon as it made contact, each spear ray was able to knock out about 300 of Song Zhan's health, but soon the damage dropped to more than a hundred, and then to dozens.

After one round of bombing, Song Zhan stood in the gradually dissipating flames and smoke, frowning and looking at Mo Qilin, "That's it?"

One burst only knocked out more than a third of his health, which was not really strong.

Mo Qilin's eyes were fierce, and he directly held the red tassel gun and charged towards Song Zhan.

The whole person arrived in front of Song Zhan in an instant, and the spear pierced Song Zhan's throat with a cold light.

"collapse!"

The inevitable thrust failed, and Song Zhan suddenly disappeared from the place and appeared at Mo Qilin's side.

"Too slow!"

As Song Zhan spoke, a thick long knife suddenly appeared in his hand. The one-meter-long sword was like a substance, and it was slashed directly at Mo Qilin's neck.

With one strike, Mo Qilin retreated and looked at Song Zhan warily.

It was just a sword blow, but it was also a sword damage. Half of his 8,000 HP was lost in an instant. This kind of horrific damage made his scalp numb.

Moreover, he discovered that Song Zhan was much faster than him. In PK, wasn't it about who had higher attacks, faster speed, and stronger ability to withstand attacks?

Now he is not as good as others in all three items. In this situation, he can no longer fight.

"Forget it, I thought you were so strong, go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhan's originally calm face was replaced by a violent killing intent, and his two eyes glowing with blood were watching his prey like a top predator.

Nice romance

Mo Qilin felt chilled by this look, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Wait, I agree..."

Before he could say the word "lose", a purple sword light had already passed through his mouth, and a blood line appeared on his neck.

Killing damage!

Before Mo Qilin's body hit the ground, he had already turned into a white light and disappeared.

It was a long story, but in the eyes of onlookers, it took less than half a minute. In their eyes, Mo Qilin fired two rounds of gun light, and then Song Zhan got close and killed the opponent with two swords.

This kind of crushing power made young people like Xiao Wu very excited, while the older generation leaders were filled with emotions.

"Old Zhao, you can't do this even if you use all your strength, right?"

At some point, Li Hu from Bajiquan had already reached Zhao Tiancheng's side. He looked at Song Zhan's neat movements, poked Zhao Tiancheng with his arm, and asked gossiping:

"This move has the shadow of the ultimate killing move of your Eight-door Golden Lock Sword. It cannot be mastered without a lot of time. Is this person your illegitimate son?"

Zhao Tiancheng rolled his eyes and stared at him. Li Hu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, and then said: "This is my new disciple. He has been practicing for a full dozen times in less than four months."

"What!" Li Hu looked at Zhao Tiancheng in surprise and asked, "Are you kidding me, Lao Zhao?"

"You think I'm joking with you?"

Zhao Tiancheng said calmly.

"My dear, what kind of genius is this? He can become like this in just four months!"

Li Hu touched the stubble on his hand, slapped his mouth twice, and sighed.

"Lao Li, this game is not simple. Please pay attention to it quickly. I just discovered it."

Zhao Tiancheng looked at Li Hu and said. Li Hu looked solemn when he heard this: "What are you talking about...that?"

"It seems that you have also discovered it. Yes, it is the energy in the game. Study it quickly. Maybe martial arts will regain its glory in our generation."

Song Zhan put away his long knife, turned around and walked back to the team, ignoring the looks of Mo Shi and others that almost pierced him.

"Brother Zhan, you are invincible!"

"Brother Zhan, you are so fierce!"

Xiaowu and others gathered around Song Zhan, and the continuous flattery was loud.

"Okay, silence, let me continue watching."

Zhao Tiancheng glanced at Song Zhan with satisfaction, and then said to his nephews and apprentices with a straight face.

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