A sturdy arena stood in the center of the majestic and luxurious outer court of the Imperial Palace.
Usually, this place was used for martial arts practice.
The people of this continent loved martial arts.
Even the royal family sometimes needed to use force and compete to solve some problems.
After all, they couldn't fight and kill whenever they encountered something. They could only compete in martial arts.
Now, this place had become the arena for the royal family to choose their candidates.
The people around them were not ordinary people, but civil and military officials and dignitaries.
The common people could only stay outside the Imperial City and use the news from inside to find out who won and who lost.
There were a total of 200 people participating in the martial arts competition this time. However, based on their strength, only a few dozen people had a chance.
The others were all people who had reached the level of strength and came in to take a look at the world.
Among them, there were ordinary people and families.
For this competition, the participants had to be between the ages of 16 to 19, and the weakest of them had to be at the eighth level of the Body Origin Stage.
Just a little bit was enough to restrict many people.
To be able to reach the eighth level of the Body Origin Stage at the age of 19, one must at least be a little genius.
Even Mo Yan might not be able to reach the eighth level of the Body Origin Stage at the age of nineteen without this incident.
After all, the later the game progressed, the harder it would be to level up.
In fact, some people were unable to reach the Bone Origin Stage in their entire lives due to certain conditions.
Mo Yan didn't use his connections with the Mo family. He just walked into the Imperial City with the crowd.
Mo Yan was very familiar with the Imperial City. After all, it wasn't his first time here.
However, it was Mo Yan's first time seeing such a lively Imperial City.
The young martial artists formed groups of three to five, chatting and laughing with each other.
It was a surprise that Mo Yan was the only one inside. Without any friends, he stood alone in an inconspicuous corner, observing these warriors.
He discovered that most of these martial artists were at the eighth level of the Origin Body Realm.
There were only thirty percent who were at the ninth level of the Primordial Body Realm, and none of them were at the Primordial Body Realm or above.
Mo Yan was observing others with a clear conscience, but trouble came knocking on his door.
"A villain who only knows how to hide in a corner and observe others, do you have the chance to participate in this martial arts competition?”
A tall and handsome young man in purple blocked Mo Yan's line of sight.
Mo Yan suppressed his anger and rolled his eyes."Good dogs don't block the way.”
The young man laughed coldly. You really don't know what's good for you!"
Mo Yan blinked his eyes." There are all kinds of strange things in this world. I can't believe there's such a shameless fool like you. Strange, strange."”
After he finished speaking, he looked at the violet-clothed youth in front of him with a curious baby's gaze as if he was looking at a rare treasure.
The violet-clothed youth's face was the color of pig liver, and his fists lightly cracked.
"Bone Origin Stage!" Mo Yan's pupils constricted.”
Mo Yan, who had fought with a Bone Origin Stage cultivator before, recognized that the other party was in the first layer of the Bone Origin Stage.
Moreover, he should be even more powerful than Yang Zhong, who had been in the Bone Origin Stage for at least half a year to a year.
"In this world, the most worthless thing is indeed a genius!”
Compared to the other party, the original him was completely useless.
Mo Yan had suspected that he had already reached the Bone Origin Stage.
Mo Yan was sure that he was in the Bone Origin Stage.
However, the other party was not a threat to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan alone was enough to resist without transforming, and that was under the premise that he didn't use the Hellfire Ghost Claw.
"You scared me to death. I'm so scared. If you don't get lost quickly, I'm going to sue you for threatening me!”Mo Yan screamed in a weird tone.
However, the second half of the sentence was already filled with killing intent.
"Sue me? Do you know who I am?”The violet-clothed youth's eyes were filled with killing intent.
"I'll count to three. If you don't get lost, then stay." Mo Yan was really annoyed. One!"
"My father is the Purple Dress Marquis, understand? The Purple Robe Marquis with 100,000 soldiers!!”
Mo Yan's expression was cold and unmoved.""Two!"
"Go to hell!" The purple-clothed youth flew into a rage out of humiliation. He took the lead and struck out with his palm towards Mo Yan.
"Swoosh!"
It was so fast that even a Bone Origin Stage cultivator wouldn't be able to dodge it.
Mo Yan waved his hand twice.
"Pa!"
The crisp sound was so ear-piercing even in the noisy vicinity of the martial arts arena.
The violet-clothed youth touched his face in disbelief. He could only feel a burning pain on his face.
Mo Yan parried his opponent's first palm strike and slapped him again.
"You lowly peasant, how dare you?"
Mo Yan sneered and waved his hand again.
"Pa!"
Another crisp sound rang out.
It was still the same place!
"Ah, I'm going to kill him!" The violet-clothed youth roared at the sky.
Mo Yan didn't wait for him to finish his sentence and slapped him again.
The trick was that they still hit the same place.
The matter here had alarmed the guards of the Imperial City, and a team of golden-armored soldiers hurried over.
They didn't know the violet-clothed youth. Although his father was the violet-clothed marquis, it was precisely because of this that he was always outside.
However, Mo Yan was familiar with him. He was the young master of the first family and the future son-in-law of the emperor.
"Young Master Yan, you…"
Mo Yan shook his hands, his face full of grievance.
"I was bullied! This person called me a commoner and said that I was courting death. He despised my strength and called me a wild boor, so he hit me in the face and bullied me. Look, my hands are red from the beating."
The violet-clothed youth almost spat out a mouthful of blood, ten thousand alpacas running through his heart.
No matter how arrogant he was, he was not arrogant enough to use his face to teach others a lesson.
Why don't you look at my swollen face?# Date:07 10 2019 6:46PM
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