Even though Mo Yan had insulted the violet-clothed youth, the other party still didn't dare to do anything.
That's right, the Purple Robe Marquis was quite powerful and influential. He was one of the top figures in the Flying Dragon Kingdom.
However, he had to see who he was competing with.
The Mo Family was known as the number one family in the Flying Dragon Kingdom, and their reputation was even higher than the Wang Family of the Imperial Family. How could the Purple Robe Marquis compare to them?
He also knew that he had really kicked an iron plate this time. At least, he could not do anything before the martial arts competition.
He did not want to bear the reputation of provoking the Mo family. He could not bear this reputation for the time being.
Even someone as strong as his father, the Purple Robe Marquis, couldn't bear it.
That's right, the Purple Robe Marquis had 100,000 troops.
However, the old man of the Mo Clan was a marshal. With a single order, no one in the entire country dared to disobey.
"Don't let me meet you on the stage. I'll see who can stop me. Even if I don't want you to die, I'll cripple you!!!”
"Pa!"
The violet-clothed youth, who was secretly gritting his teeth, was in the midst of his ruthlessness when a sharp slap landed on his face once again.
However, this time, it was the other side of his face.
Mo Yan looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.
"Yes! This time, it was much more pleasing to the eye. It was truly a perfect symmetrical beauty. The kid in purple, I've helped you so much, so there's no need to thank me. After all, it's not easy to find such a symmetrical palm print.”
The violet-clothed youth's eyes were gloomy, and his face was flushed red as he flicked his sleeves and left.
Uh, as for why her cheeks were red, I don't think I need to say more. It wasn't because she thought of something embarrassing.
Mo Yan looked at the purple-clad youth's back and shook his head helplessly. He didn't take it to heart.
To him, this was just a small interlude. The other party's strength was completely not in his eyes.
Even in the form of an ordinary person, the other party was not a match for him. If he turned into a zombie, he would be completely beaten up.
"Young Master Yan has a sharp tongue. He made Zi Hao suffer in silence. He finally helped us vent our anger.”
An extremely handsome young man appeared in front of Mo Yan, looking at him with a smile.
The other party was dressed in white, and his smile was pure and gentle.
"Zi Hao?" Mo Yan asked curiously. It seemed to be the violet-clothed youth's name.”
The other party was speechless and shook his head with a bitter smile."Young Master Yan must have forgotten who I am. We met a few times when we were young. I am Xue Qianli, the son of the Blood Strike Marquis.”
Mo Yan understood.
The marquises fought openly and covertly, and most of them had the support of aristocratic families.
And this blood robed official was Mo Canglong's student.
And behind him was the royal Wang family.
The two marquises had always been fighting openly and covertly. The blood-robed marquis had relied on his illustrious military achievements to suppress the border of the Fiery Lion Kingdom.
The Purple Robed Marquis relied on the royal family as his backing and kept squeezing the Blood Robed Marquis, causing him to suffer a lot.
Fortunately, the Mo Clan had helped him. Otherwise, the Blood Robed Marquis would not be here.
"Oh, so it's Little Brother Miles. I naturally recognize you. When you were young, you even peed and peed, and farted. I wonder if you've mastered these two martial arts now?”
Mo Yan revealed his deepest impression of Xue Qianli.
After saying that, she realized that she shouldn't have said these things.
Xue Qianli looked embarrassed and was speechless for a while.
"Little Yan, do you need to be taught a lesson again?”Xue Qianli's eyes shone brightly.
Mo Yan laughed dryly. Miles, don't mind him. Who asked you to start talking like that? I'm just trying to give you a blow so that you can return to your original self.”
Xue Qianli shrugged his shoulders and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
The two of them were indeed acquaintances.
Back then, Xue Qianli's father, Xue Lingtian, was Mo Canglong's favorite disciple.
Therefore, Xue Qianli, who was one year older than Mo Yan, often played with Mo Yan.
However, after Xue Lingtian broke through to Blood Origin Level 9, he was given the title of Blood Cloak Marquis and was stationed at the border fortress of the Fiery Lion Kingdom.
The two of them rarely met.
The Blood Robed Marquis also confessed to Mo Yan that he had been in the Bone Origin Stage for more than half a year, and was already showing signs of breaking through to the second layer of the Bone Origin Stage.
After saying a few more words, the competition began.
The referee was a rather famous itinerant cultivator in the Flying Dragon Kingdom. He had always been fair and strict, and he abhorred evil as his enemy.
His cultivation was at the eighth stage of the Bone Origin Stage, which was not low.
However, Mo Yan was disdainful.
Were there not enough ugly things in Flying Dragon City? It was just a hypocritical reputation of worshipping the noble and hiding it from the poor.
If he truly abhorred evil, then with his Bone Origin Stage Level Eight cultivation?
In this world where strength reigned supreme, he would probably be slaughtered by those young masters who only knew how to enjoy themselves in less than three days.
The first competition was a chaotic battle.
A group of martial artists went up on stage together. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the one who remained on the stage would be considered the winner.
After all, there were more than 200 martial artists participating in the competition. If they were to compete one by one, who knew how long it would take.
With more than two hundred martial artists on the stage at the same time, it was a little crowded.
Moreover, most of the martial artists were squeezed in the middle, afraid that they would be the first to fall.
Mo Yan took a closer look. Most of the warriors who were developing on the side had some strength and were full of confidence in their own strength.
The martial artists in the middle were like a group of sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves.
"The feast has begun!" Zi Hao looked at Mo Yan provocatively, obviously wanting to fight him.
However, when he saw Xue Qianli standing beside Mo Yan, he snorted coldly and didn't make a move.
He turned to look at the person in the middle and smiled cruelly."The tournament stage is too crowded. Some people should be cleaned up!”
After saying that, he shook the spear in his hand and charged towards the crowd in the middle.
Relying on his own strength, he attacked others unscrupulously.
Bone Origin Stage Level 1. In the innermost layer, even the peak of Body Origin Stage Level 9 was pitifully rare.
Zi Hao was like a tiger among a flock of sheep. With just a simple wave of his spear, he sent a dozen people flying.
A portion of the others also rushed forward.
Mo Yan didn't move. He didn't need to beat back some people to win their cheers.
To him, the purpose of this competition was just to go to the old city ruins.
Xue Qianli was also eager to try, but he looked at Mo Yan and held back.
Mo Yan also saw through Xue Qianli's thoughts. He smiled and said,""Go. No one dares to provoke me for the time being. After all, I'm also at the peak of the elemental body stage.”
Xue Qianli was using a battle saber. He brandished his long saber, and the back of the saber struck towards the crowd.
Some people raised their weapons to block.
However, he was still in the first layer of the Origin Bone Stage. With just one move, several people were sent flying.
Mo Yan was still resting with his eyes closed.
Zi Hao, who was in the crowd, saw Xue Qianli rushing in. He stole a glance at Mo Yan and found him resting with his eyes closed.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He raised his spear and rushed towards Mo Yan. He grabbed the spear tightly and stabbed at Mo Yan's ribs with all his strength.
He was so fast that Xue Qianli didn't even have time to react before he arrived beside Mo Yan.
Suddenly, Mo Yan opened his eyes and clawed at the side.
Mo Yan held the spear in his hand, his eyes cold.
"I was thinking of killing the chicken to warn the monkeys, but I didn't expect you to volunteer yourself. It's impossible to keep you.”
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