"The competition begins!"

Yi Feng waved his hand and Zhou Cheng immediately stepped forward, and a terrifying force condensed from his palm.

"A master of writing!"

Countless mysterious talismans appeared around Zhou Cheng and rotated. He shot a fierce attack and pointed directly at Mo Wuque's chest.

Mo Wuque had no fear on his face, his spiritual power was circulating, and his blood was rushing. He fought with Zhou Cheng as soon as he stepped forward.

The two of them fists against each other, and their legs against each other, and they did not allow them to move. However, they saw that the talismans around Zhou Cheng did not dissipate after one blow, and they were light and dark, and they sucked and spitted light. Every time they flashed, Zhou Cheng's power became stronger, and gradually made Mo Wuque fall into a disadvantage.

Jinsha below nodded secretly. The techniques that Zhou Cheng mastered were the most profound and highest-level techniques in the Tai Chi Sect except Taiyi Art. This Tongwen master is Jinsha’s own unique skill. Now it is used by Zhou Cheng, and its power is not diminished at all!

"How come Mo Wuque was suppressed!?"

Some people are puzzled, this is just the beginning, so how can we fight next?

"The Tongwen hand used by Zhou Cheng is a melee tactic. The talisman that flashes around him. Whenever his attack hits the enemy, his next blow will be stronger, and the user's power can be superimposed ten times in total."

An elder analyzed:

"This Tongwen Head is also a very advanced technique in the entire Tai Chi inner sect. Zhou Cheng's current proficiency can be said to be able to be easily picked up, and his talent can be seen."

Some people also objectively commented:

"Actually, Mo Wuque is not bad. Looking closely, they have already exceeded ten moves, and it is not easy to fight with Zhou Cheng like this. But if it were me, the first reaction to seeing the opponent using Tongwen Hand must be to keep a distance, because although Tongwen Hand is strong in close combat, it also has a certain time limit. Mo Wuque was promoted from the outer sect to the Holy Son and was not very familiar with the core techniques of Tai Chi Sect, which made Zhou Cheng have a bad message and suffered a big loss. However, if he continues like this, the situation will not be optimistic."

At the height of the dojo, Yi Han looked at the two people fighting below and said to himself:

"Brother, is this also your intentional act? Are you too harsh on Mo Wuque?"

On the other side, Ye Xiaoxiao said with a little concern: "Qin Lan, Mo Wuque is suffering!"

Qin Lan smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, this kid is just warming up now. Taiyi Art is not comparable to ordinary skills."

After a while, the two men on the stage fists and feet had already walked dozens of moves. As some people expected, Zhou Cheng's attack became more and more fierce, and Mo Wuque retreated step by step, and his body was covered with bruises visible to the naked eye.

There was a booing sound below, and someone even laughed contemptuously: "It seems that Mo Wuque's level is not very good. In this case, I can beat him even if I go."

As soon as these words were said, they immediately echoed. The person who spoke was Fang Yan, who was also a core disciple of the inner sect. His status was second only to Zhou Cheng's existence, and his cultivation level had reached the peak of the fifth grade.

If Zhou Cheng and Mo Wuque lose, Fang Yan will immediately challenge Mo Wuque, because even if Mo Wuque wins Zhou Cheng, it will be extremely costly, and he will be able to take the position of Holy Son without any effort.

Although Fang Yan believes that this situation is more likely to occur than him

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The probability of blue smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb is low.

"What's wrong? Brother Mo, can you only passively defend me?"

Zhou Cheng smiled arrogantly, his hands slapped Mo Wuque one after another like a palm fan, and he was hitting him to the edge of the ring.

"That's what you want!"

Mo Wuque blocked Zhou Cheng's attack with his arms next time, kicked backwards, and took the initiative to open the distance for the first time.

"Taiyi Jue, Yin and Yang are the first division!"

Mo Wuque is the Yin hand and the Yang hand is the Yang hand. He takes mysterious steps and gently strode forward to both sides, which is quite clear and fog, breaks the confusion in front of him, and also has the charm of the clear and bright way. He only feels that the heaven and earth are quiet.

Zhou Cheng stopped the movements in his hand and stood there blankly. He saw the talismans around him shattering quietly, feeling like they were being emptied, and all the attacks accumulated before disappeared quietly.

Yi Feng, who was standing beside him, staring at Mo Wuque's face eagerly, as if he was staring at a rare treasure. Although he was the head of the Tai Chi Sect, he did not have the Holy Body of Yin and Yang. The technique in this Tai Yi Sect is to practice half of each of his sisters, and Mo Wuque can first develop a charm in just three days. His talent is far more than Yi Feng himself.

Seeing this, Yi Feng became more determined. He must devote all the resources of the sect to cultivate Mo Wuque. The next generation of Tai Chi Sect will definitely rise in Mo Wuque's hands!

Zhou Cheng's eyes were burning with jealousy. Although he didn't know what happened, it must be related to the skills that Mo Wuque practiced not long ago. Ordinary practitioners can only practice one kind of skills in their lifetime, so they are very cautious in their choices. However, those who have a little talent and achievements will not choose skills below the Xuan level. This leads to the fact that Zhou Cheng's cultivation has reached the sixth level now, but those who practice are all free-handed, which is incomparable to those who complement the skills and moves like Mo Wuque!"

Taiyi Jie! If it weren’t for your Mo Wuque, it should have fallen into my hands, who should have been the Holy Son!

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng's face became even more resentful. He shouted loudly and pulled out the long sword from his waist.

The light flowed on the long sword, gathering energy and condensing spirits, and it was a mysterious spiritual weapon!

Ye Xiaoxiao was surprised. Unexpectedly, after the decline of Tai Chi Sect, it was not easy for the disciples to get a mysterious spiritual weapon.

It should be noted that as the saint of the Qingyi Pavilion, Ye Xiaoxiao was equipped with a mysterious spiritual weapon for her in order to defend herself.

This also indirectly proves how rich the cultivation resources Zhou Cheng enjoyed before were, and he is infinitely close to the Holy Son.

Yi Feng glanced at Jinsha in the audience. It seems that this guy has secretly embezzled the resources of the sect over the years to cultivate his closed disciple!

"Dou Cang Sword!"

Zhou Cheng held the long sword in his hand and stabbed Mo Wuque's chest quickly. The tip of the sword was shining with a faint light, and the air flow rustled on the sword's body, like a geese dot the blue sky, and an eagle hit the sky, and suddenly passed by. This blow was directly aimed at taking Mo Wuque's life.

Yi Feng frowned, and was about to stop him but was stopped by Jinsha.

"Sect Master, what are you doing? Young people are so full of energy. Isn't it normal to move a little more? Another thing is that my disciple knows the depth. The sect mainly wants to intervene and break the rules set by itself. I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public in the future."

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Turning around and staring at Jinsha, something is wrong with this guy. When will he dare to openly challenge myself? Incite others' emotions to fight against me, do you still want to take action first and then report? If something really happens, then you will say that the child is still young and has no sense of responsibility. As the leader of a sect, you cannot make things difficult for a junior.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Mo Wuque was holding his hands together, his divine breath was united, and a light gray film slowly appeared on his body.

"Taiyi Jue, Yuan Chen Yupu!"

There seemed to be a sphere in Mo Wuque's hands, and he kept rubbing it. The sword tip pierced three centimeters in front of him and suddenly stopped. The sword body trembled and wailed. No matter how hard Zhou Cheng exerted his strength, he could not move forward at all.

how so!

Zhou Cheng's pupils were trembling. His attack was the strongest attack he could strike now. Although there was no overwhelming momentum, this sword move was made by a powerful sword cultivator. It is said that if you practice it until you are a master of great success, you can penetrate a small mountain. Although Zhou Cheng is not that powerful, he has used this move to defeat countless powerful people of the same level. But now, when he and Mo Wuque have more than one small realm in their cultivation, he can easily take this sword!

Why!? This is unfair!

Zhou Cheng shouted wildly in his heart, desperate to pierce Mo Wuque's defense in front of him, and even knew that the sword body was slightly bent by him.

At this moment, Mo Wuque's hands suddenly slashed in two completely opposite directions, as if he had untied a shackle. The gray light curtain rotated rapidly, and a powerful spiritual power burst out from around him and swept towards Zhou Cheng.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Zhou Cheng spewed out a mouthful of blood in the air and sprinkled on his clothes, which was dazzlingly hot and was bounced out in a mess.

Yi Feng looked at Mo Wuque with approval and secretly agreed. Facing Zhou Cheng's rapid attack, Mo Wuque was not panicked, nor did he think about using external objects, but learned and used it again.

Yu and Pu all refer to beautiful jade. This move uses other people's offensive to temper themselves and counterattack others. It can be said that it is neither jade nor stone, and it is not carved or instrumented. The stones from other mountains can also attack jade!

"Mo Wuque..."

Zhou Cheng's expression was mixed with resentment and madness. At the moment of falling down, he saw Zhou Fang in the crowd.

Zhou Fang's eyes seemed to tell him, brother, you're all looking at you.

Zhou Cheng knew that he didn't care about his younger brother competing with Mo Wuque to enter the inner door, but things changed in a blink of an eye. Now Zhou Fang is obviously not qualified to compete with Mo Wuque again, so: he is regarded as his brother, Zhou Cheng will fight Mo Wuque.

Although Zhou Cheng came up and advised him to restrain himself from underestimating and give his all, subconsciously, Zhou Cheng still regarded Mo Wuque as the ordinary outer disciple who had just started.

This is such a person, why can he be overwhelmed by Zhou Cheng?

Not only Zhou Fang, but also countless pairs of eyes were watching him silently. Although he didn't say anything, Zhou Cheng could feel that they were scrutinized and confused eyes. Those people seemed to be saying: The so-called number one person in the inner sect is just like this!

He can't lose!

Zhou Cheng took out a mysterious magic seal in his hand, and the spiritual power around him began to burn violently.

Someone below exclaimed: "This is... a secret technique!"

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