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Chapter 550: In the World of Martial Arts, My Wife Should Be Self-improving (21)

Guo Shang, the chief disciple of the Qingshan School, has never been defeated since he stood in the arena, and soon no one dared to challenge him on the stage. When he raised his hands high to accept the cheers from the audience, a strange man jumped onto the stage.

The strange man who jumped onto the stage was tall, wearing a gray-blue gown and a bamboo hat. Under the hat was a black gauze curtain. The gauze curtain was not raised, covering his face.

"Who is coming?"

As soon as the strange man came onto the stage, Guo Shang felt a pressure. The pressure came from the man opposite. The man walked with ease. This obviously did not take him seriously. Although he could not see the appearance of the other party clearly, Guo Shang could tell that the man in front of him A good man is his own strong competitor.

"You don't need to know who I am," the strange man stopped, and drew a long sword from behind, the tip of the long sword touched the ground lightly, "You just need to know, you will be defeated."

The man's voice was a bit vague, as if he was deliberately concealing his true identity. Guo Shang has deep inner strength, so he could hear this sentence clearly. No one has ever dared to talk to him like this before. Shang is naturally unbearable.

"Where did the madman come from, how dare to speak wild words!"

"Whether it's crazy talk or not - you'll know it when you fight."

"Okay, today I will definitely teach arrogant people like you a lesson!"

While speaking, Guo Shang pulled out the big knife stuck on the ground, and slashed at the man aggressively. Everyone in the audience became emotional again when they saw this, but only one person among the excited crowd remained calm.

This indifferent person, who seemed to have no concern for the competition, was Luo Qinghuan.

Luo Qinghuan now only needs to move a small stool, grab a handful of melon seeds and watch while eating. With Mo Ye's martial arts, it is easy to defeat Guo Shang - even if Mo Ye's internal strength has not yet recovered, Luo Qinghuan It is very clear that except for the Juggernaut, none of the people present is his opponent.

Guo Shang's sword came fiercely. Mo Ye took a step back calmly and turned sideways to avoid the sword. Guo Shang, who was well prepared, sneered, turned his wrist, and pointed the blade at Mo Ye again. Mo Ye heard With a slight sigh, the knife that was aimed at his shoulder was caught between his two fingers.

Guo Shang immediately opened his eyes wide, looking at the scene before him in disbelief. He tried to pull the knife out from the opponent's fingers, but he did not expect that Mo Ye's strength was surprisingly strong. The knife was unable to move half a point.

"too slow."

When Mo Ye said this, he loosened his fingers suddenly, and Guo Shang, who was still trying to pull out the knife, took a few steps back unexpectedly, because of inertia, he threw the knife out of his hand.

After only two moves, Guo Shang lost his weapon. Everyone in the audience was silent for a moment, and then cheered again, but this time the cheers belonged to Mo Ye, and no one paid attention to Guo Shang who was defeated by one kick in the ring.

There was no such thing as swords and swords as imagined. In this competition, Mo Ye only relied on his strong strength to crush Guo Shang unilaterally. When his sword was thrown out, Guo Shang was stunned until he heard the cheers of the crowd resounding from the sky. Only then did Shang come back to his senses.

Unwillingness and humiliation welled up in his heart at the same time, Guo Shang did not accept such a result, he yelled at everyone in the audience.

"No! I didn't lose! How can I lose if I haven't fallen to the ground!"

As soon as Guo Shang opened his mouth, everyone in the audience fell silent. Looking at Guo Shang's bloodshot eyes and the ferocity in them, they stopped cheering involuntarily.

"I haven't lost yet," Guo Shang cast his eyes on Mo Ye, his fierce eyes looked through the gauze curtain under the bamboo hat as if he wanted to swallow Mo Ye alive, and vented his anger, "Do you dare to continue the competition?! "

"Please."

With the same frivolous tone, Guo Shang clenched his fists with both hands, and his chest was churning with anger. Although he had no weapons, he still had fists, so the next second Guo Shang threw his fist at Mo Ye's head. Mo Ye didn't dodge or dodge. Standing quietly on the spot waiting for the punch to strike, everyone in the audience covered their eyes and dared not look.

Only a snap was heard, and no screams came from the stage. Everyone then opened their eyes and looked towards the stage. Mo Ye was still standing on the spot, but Guo Shang, who was rushing over with his fists, froze in place. There, a broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

That was Mo Ye's sword.

It turned out that just now, Mo Ye blocked Guo Shang's fist with his long sword. Unexpectedly, this punch directly broke Mo Ye's long sword, so Mo Ye had no choice but to stretch out his hand and touch Guo Shang's acupuncture point.

Only Li Yu and other martial arts masters on the high platform could clearly see Mo Ye's acupuncture movements. However, even if they could see clearly, they were not sure that they could avoid such a fast speed. Li Yu and others couldn't help being shocked. In a cold sweat.

Which sect is this expert who has such high martial arts.

Mo Ye condescendingly looked down at Guo Shang who was lying on the ground. The gauze curtain under the bamboo hat that blocked his face was blown open by the wind. Seeing the face under the bamboo hat, Guo Shang, who was still struggling, turned pale instantly.

"it is good!"

"What a handsome kung fu!"

The cheers from the audience rang out again. Mo Ye looked at the crowd through the gauze curtain. Luo Qinghuan with a clear face stood out among the crowd. Seeing her, Mo Ye unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

"Good, good, good."

It's just the people in the audience, even Li Yu on the high stage was very pleased, he said hello three times, he stood up, waved for everyone to be quiet, Yang Guihai's eyes were full of admiration for the strange man on the stage, Seeing Li Yu stand up, he also stood up.

The two most prestigious people in the rivers and lakes used lightness kung fu to fly down the high platform, and landed firmly on the ring. Yang Guihai looked at Mo Ye, who was still neither humble nor arrogant even after seeing the two of them, and his eyes were even more appreciative.

"Senior's martial arts are so strong, Yang is admiring."

"I've seen Senior Yang, I really don't dare to take this senior's words as a junior."

The best swordsman in the world, Yang Guihai, is over seventy years old. He is unique in the martial arts world with his sword technique of Lingxiao Jixue. Unfortunately, this sword technique is extremely difficult. Yang Guihai once accepted three talented disciples, but no one has mastered the sword technique so far. , and not long after that, three of his disciples were killed by the poisonous arts of the Western Regions one after another. Yang Guihai therefore retired to the mountains and forests and stopped accepting any more disciples.

Yang Guihai never asked about the affairs of the Jianghu, nor did he participate in Li Ai and Li Yu's plan to conquer the Demonic Cult. He would not look down on people in the Demonic Cult. In his eyes, there was no distinction between good and evil in the Jianghu, so even if he was a member of the Demonic Cult, He also respected Yang Guihai, and Mo Ye naturally did the same.

Seeing Mo Ye's outstanding kung fu, Yang Guihai subconsciously thought it was a martial arts senior who was almost the same as him. Unexpectedly, when Mo Ye opened his mouth, the voice was that of a young man, and Yang Guihai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

(End of this chapter)