Shi Meng grinned, understanding in his heart."Don't worry, Senior Brother Chen. I'll definitely show mercy. Haha!"
As he spoke, Shi Meng walked towards Mo Han with an unfriendly expression. He clenched his fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds as he said seriously,"
"Mo Han, do you understand? Today, Senior Brother Chen kindly asked me to spar with you and guide you in your cultivation. Don't waste this opportunity."
"Boring!" Mo Han smiled contemptuously, too lazy to bother with him.
These people were the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect and respected Song Qingshu. They were all jackals of the same tribe.
If it was any other day, Mo Han might have been calculative. However, the current Mo Han was no longer the same as before. He could not be bothered with them.
Seeing Mo Han's attitude, Shi Meng was a little angry and said angrily,""Hmph, Mo Han! Today, I'm kind enough to spar with you and guide you in your cultivation. Don't be so shameless!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Meng struck out with his palm, aiming straight for Mo Yi. It was the Wudang Silk Palm.
Although his standard was very limited, he still had some momentum.
If it had been before, Mo Han would have been severely injured and laid in bed for half a year even if he did not die.
Seeing this, Chen Song had a smile on his face and pretended to remind him kindly,"
"Mo Han, be careful! If you can't take it, you can kneel down and beg for mercy. Perhaps Shidi Shi Meng will spare you. Haha!"
Mo Han smiled coldly, still standing on the spot without moving. He looked at Shi Meng as if he was looking at a fool.
Mo Han moved instantly when Shi Meng's palm reached him.
Mo Han took a step forward and waved his right hand gently, directly slapping Shi Meng's wrist. Then, he took advantage of the situation and drew all of Shi Meng's palm force to the side. Then, he pushed with his back hand and reversed Shi Meng's palm force to imprint it on Shi Meng's front.
The entire process was smooth and smooth.
Hence, the originally aggressive and murderous Shi Meng was still in a daze. His entire person was like a kite with a broken string as he flew backward, blood splattering across the sky.
In the end, a perfect piece of dog poop was eaten, lying on the ground, looking miserable.
Seeing this scene, the smiles on the faces of the surrounding people froze. They were all dumbfounded.
Shi Meng's strength could not compare to Chen Song's or Song Qingshu's, but he was still a second-rate expert.
It was more than enough to deal with a good-for-nothing Mo Han.
However, Mo Han was safe and sound, but Shi Meng was vomiting blood and eating dirt?
Chen Song's expression changed sharply behind him. He frowned and exclaimed,""This…this is…Taiji Fist!”
"What?!"
Hearing this, the surrounding people were all shocked and their expressions changed drastically.
Taiji Fist, wasn't that the supreme fist technique that the sect master had created?
Even Senior Brother Song Qingshu had only learned the basics, so how could Mo Han?
Moreover, wasn't Mo Han a good-for-nothing? Didn't he have no internal strength? Why was he so fierce?
For a moment, the three of them were suspicious and at a loss.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating the second-rate expert Shi Meng. You have been rewarded with 5,000 points.“
5,000 points!
Mo Han's eyes lit up, and he had a plan in mind.
Originally, Mo Han was too lazy to bother with Chen Song and the others. But now, looking at them, Mo Han's eyes flashed with a mocking light. Each and every one of them was points!
Thus, Mo Han looked at Chen Song and said,""Heh heh, as expected of Song Qingshu's lackey.”
When Chen Song heard that, he was furious, and his face turned ashen.
In Wudang, as Song Qingshu's confidant and a first-rate expert, Chen Song was very popular because he used the tiger's might. How could he endure such humiliation?
"Alright, alright! Mo Han, the Sect Leader took you in out of kindness, but you were greedy and repaid kindness with ingratitude. You used Wudang techniques to harm Wudang disciples. Your crime is unforgivable! Today, I, Chen Song, will clean up Wudang Sect!”
Chen Song shouted sternly. He was very smart and first pinned the blame of harming the Wudang disciples on Mo Han.
In this way, even if he killed Mo Han, it would not be a big problem. He would just be cleaning up the mess.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Song pulled out his sword and attacked Mo Han directly. It was the Two Elements Sword Technique.
The sword qi was like the wind, very threatening, and there was already a faint killing intent.
"There are too many flaws. It's not worth mentioning!"
Mo Han shook his head and turned his body to the side, easily dodging Chen Song's long sword. Then, he struck out with his palm, hitting Chen Song's abdomen.
Puff!
Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Chen Song only felt that all his internal organs had shifted, and he was in endless pain.
His entire body was sent flying, and blood splattered across the sky.
But at this moment, Mo Han stepped forward, grabbed Chen Song's leg, and pulled him back. Then, he leaned his right shoulder forward and knocked Chen Song flying again.
Puff!
Another large mouthful of blood was spat out. Chen Song's face was as pale as paper, and his internal organs were in unbearable pain. His entire person had the urge to die.
Mo Han had already severely injured him, yet he still wanted to pull him back and ravage him. It was really too much.
But just as Chen Song was filled with grief and indignation, Mo Han pulled him back and ravaged him again…
Thus, Mo Han continued to attack, sending him flying, pulling him back, sending him flying again, pulling him back again, sending him flying again…
Seeing this scene, the remaining two Wudang disciples broke out in cold sweat. Their legs trembled and they trembled.
It really hurt to look at it!
Meanwhile, Mo Han was still enjoying himself. He held Chen Song and practiced the Tai Chi Fist Technique, as if he was trying to figure out the charm inside.
In the end, when Chen Song was almost out of breath and his entire body was about to fall apart, Mo Han kicked Chen Song away with a look of wanting more.
"Senior Brother Chen!"
The other two people's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly went forward to catch Chen Song.
However, they did not expect that Chen Song's flying speed was so fast and the force was so great. Not only did they not receive Chen Song, but even the two of them were sent flying, and blood splattered across the sky.
In the end, they all fell to the ground, looking miserable.
Seeing this scene, Mo Han nodded in satisfaction.""Using softness to overcome hardness, Taiji Fist is indeed extraordinary.”
The corner of Shi Meng's mouth twitched slightly as he lay paralyzed on the ground. He actually felt a little lucky in his heart.
Fortunately, Mo Han had sent him flying with a single palm strike and not used him as a practice. He had repeatedly ravaged him, sent him flying, pulled him back, sent him flying again, and pulled him back again…
If that was the case, he might not even be able to keep his life!
After all, he, Shi Meng, had limited strength and was not as resistant to beatings as Chen Song…
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating the first-class expert, Chen Song. You have received 10,000 points!”
Mo Han nodded. He had a plan in mind.
A second-rate expert would get 5,000 points, while a first-rate expert would get 10,000 points!
It seemed that the higher the realm, the more valuable it was.
As for the remaining two disciples, they were only third-rate. They probably only had 1,000 points. It was really not enough.
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