Mo Tian stopped, looked at a thunder platform in front of him, and looked at the familiar faces of several people, and knew it in his heart.

The ring looks simple, but it is also three feet in a radius, and the scale is not small. There are two disciples fighting fiercely, and there are many disciples watching around.

Mo Tian just took a look and knew the result.

Sure enough, after several rounds, a scream made a disciple fall to the ground and his clothes on his chest broke open, and a clearly visible palm print appeared.

"Wind Thunder Palm Seal!" Mo Tian said lightly.

One side fell to the ground, which means that the winner had decided. Who knew that the winner kicked it out, and the disciple who fell to the ground flew out of the ring and smashed it in the direction where Mo Tian was.

The distance is at least ten meters, and this kick is obviously not merciless.

"Senior Brother Liu!"

"mean!"

"Shameless!"

Seeing this scene, someone shouted angrily from the bottom of the ring, and two of them even flew out to catch the disciple who was kicked away.

Mo Tian's eyes flashed, he quickly took two steps forward, reached out to catch the disciple, vibrated his wrist, dissolved the impact force on the other party, and then placed the other party lightly on the ground.

"Senior Brother Liu!"

"Senior Brother Liu, are you okay?"

The two disciples who flew out came here and hurriedly stepped forward to investigate.

Although this "Senior Brother Liu" was caught by Mo Tian, ​​his injuries were not light. His sternum and ribs were broken, and blood was pouring out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Mo Tian frowned slightly, his eyes swept back and forth quickly on the other party's body, and his face was covered with chills.

"What's going on?" At this time, Sun Hongguang and others also chased after him. Looking at the scene in front of him, you knew that the conflict had begun.

Mo Tian did not speak, but took out the Endless Spirit Spring and gave the "Senior Brother Liu" a few mouthfuls.

Then he took action and kept slapping on Senior Brother Liu, helping Senior Brother Liu adjust his qi and blood and run his true qi.

"This guy is so generous." Jiang Feng muttered.

"That's the Endless Spirit Spring?" Xu Gang's eyes lit up and then asked in a low voice.

"It is a very high-quality immortal spirit spring, I don't have much in my hands." Sun Hongguang said lightly.

"Senior Brother Liu!"

Yan Chong and Qin Zixuan followed up. After seeing the injured "Senior Brother Liu", they exclaimed and quickly surrounded him. However, when they saw Mo Tian healing the "Senior Brother Liu", they forced themselves to speak.

"Ahem!"

"Senior Brother Liu" coughed violently and vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood. His breath began to gradually stabilize, but his face was still pale.

"It's not a serious problem, I need to rest for a while next." Mo Tian said.

"Thank you for your help." "Senior Brother Liu" struggled to stand up.

"There is no need to thank him. Today's incident has started because of him." Qin Zixuan said coldly.

"Are you Mo Tian?" 'Senior Brother Liu' said in surprise.

"It's me." Mo Tian nodded, then stood up and looked at the ring.

At this time, the disciple on the ring was still showing off his teeth and claws. Feeling Mo Tian’s gaze, he even pointed: “You disciples from Wangchuan Peak are simply embarrassing Elder Zhou. It’s okay to be embarrassed in the sect. If you lose outside, you will be the face of our Zhoutian Sect.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Tian arrived in front of this person.

"Who are you?"

The disciple was a little surprised at Mo Tian's speed and asked in a deep voice.

"Wangchuan Peak, Mo Tian." Mo Tian said lightly.

"So you are Mo Tian, ​​you are looking for you, please take the call." The disciple laughed, waved his hand, and the wind and thunder were stirring, and he slapped Mo Tian's chest with a palm.

Mo Tian smiled and slapped it out with the same palm. It looked ordinary and not as powerful as the Fenglei Palm Print.

Then his palms collided with each other and made an explosion. Mo Tian didn't move at all. The disciple's face turned red. He wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and wanted to retreat but take root under his feet.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of crisp sounds sounded from the disciple's palm and spread upward along his arm. The last crisp sound stayed on his shoulders.

Mo Tian withdrew his palm. The disciple retreated in embarrassment, staring at Mo Tian tightly, one of his arms drooping softly, trying to speak, but a mouth sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter completed!