The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

clang clang clang!

The two moved like lightning, colliding constantly.

For the grasp of power, both of them have reached the level that ordinary people can reach. The knife and the sword are linked together, the sound is dull, puffing, the air is sunken, and the force hits, the ground in all directions is not affected in any way.

Many quacks were so dazzled that they couldn't tell who was strong and who was weak.

Even many traffickers and gang disciples are still secretly wondering.

"These two people fought so calmly, and none of the surrounding bricks or stones were broken. Could it be that they didn't use their internal strength? Or is it that they are high on the list and have a false name?"

They can't see the mystery, and they just feel ordinary for a while.

However, they couldn't understand seeing the dignified faces of many masters.

Catcher Liang quickly squeezed not far away, with surprised eyes, he said: "What a weird move, it's unremarkable, and it doesn't seem to have much power. Could it be that there are other subtleties in it?"

"There is nothing in vain under the prestigious name. These two people have reached a subtle level of control over power. It seems ordinary, but in fact every blow has a hidden force."

Chen Xuan smiled.

"Darkness?"

Captain Liang and the quacks around looked at Chen Xuan one after another, suddenly realizing.

"Zhao Butou, which one of them is weaker or stronger?"

Captain Liang asked curiously.

"It looks evenly divided, but in fact Mo Qingshan is even better. If there is no accident, the outcome will be decided immediately!"

Chen Xuan smiled.

Everyone was amazed in their hearts, and looked into the field again.

Is it true that as the head catcher said, the winner will be seen immediately?

Dangdang Dangdang!

Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron colliding in the arena was sudden and rapid, and sparks splashed.

The speed of the two people who were fighting suddenly increased several times, and then the long knife in Wang Qiuyi's hand suddenly came out and soared into the sky.

Everyone shouted.

However, the moment Wang Qiuyi let go of the sword, his momentum suddenly surged, his inner strength surged, his clothes bulged up, his eyes were sharp, and he passed through Mo Qingshan's sword with a palm, and struck straight at it.

Mo Qingshan's long sword could not change in time, his sleeves fluttered and fluttered, and his left hand also greeted him in an instant.

boom!

With a solid impact, the palms of the two touched together instantly.

However, the intersecting palm force was the same as before, without causing the slightest strong fluctuation, and the dark force surged, shaking the sleeves of the two people flying one by one.

Suddenly, Wang Qiuyi's body shook, and he backed up in an instant. He stepped back seven or eight steps before finally stopping. A row of dense footprints was left on the ground, cracks filled the air, and the ground shook.

But when he was retreating, he channeled the rest of his energy into the ground, and he could no longer control it as finely as before.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Sure enough, the winner was decided.

Many people looked at Chen Xuan in surprise.

This young headhunter newly sent by the imperial court has really extraordinary eyesight. Could it be that he is also a master comparable to the list of people?

Liang Butou looked at Chen Xuan in amazement, and said, "Zhao Butou is really extraordinary."

Chen Xuan smiled slightly.

If you want to re-establish the prestige of the imperial court, you have to do more, what is this?

"The Wudang little fairy is well-deserved, and the beauty of the cotton palm is unparalleled in the world. Wang is ashamed and invincible, and admires him."

Wang Qiuyi cupped his hands and sighed.

Mo Qingshan is in his early twenties, with a high crown and a broad belt, with a smile on his face, "Brother Wang's Panshan Eighteen Knives and Heaven Breaking Palm are also extraordinary. Mo has done his best. If Wang Shaoxia's internal strength goes a step further, it will be even more extraordinary." .”

Suddenly, he looked at the surrounding crowd and said loudly: "I wonder if any friends have advice?"

There was a sudden silence in all directions, the young masters looked at each other, not daring to go out to fight, the elders also tucked up their beards, thinking silently, but they were thinking about their identities, and didn't want to end the game hastily.

Location on the third floor.

An elegant room by the window.

A young man in white clothes and a white robe showed a strange look in his eyes, eager to try, ready to jump down from the window.

An old servant quietly followed behind him, and said via voice transmission: "Mo Qingshan has stored energy for 63 years, and now he is the seventh level of Tongmai. He has mastered the true martial art, and the young master is only [-]% sure."

The young man in white frowned and hesitated.

[-]%?

That's still not high.

at this time.

A voice sounded from below, "Let me try."

Everyone turned their heads, showing surprise.

I saw a small head catcher wearing a black and red uniform, smiling all the time, pure and natural, with an official knife hanging on his waist, standing out from the crowd.

Captain Liang's eyes widened instantly.

Zhao catches him...

He wants to challenge Wudang Little Immortal?

Chapter 172 Jade Qilin Zhao Butou (for Subscription)

Chen Xuan's face is clean, his smile is pure, his body is tall, his features are handsome, his clothes are neither too big nor too small, and he is dressed neatly.

But handsome is handsome, strength is strength.

Such a little-known head catcher actually wants to challenge the top person on the list?