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Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, Luo Haiping discovered in horror.

Although several silver needles flew away with his strength, the three in the middle suddenly accelerated.

It turned out that these silver needles themselves formed a strange force field.

We have learned in high school physics that the effects of forces are mutual.

According to the different angles at which Fang Mo skimmed the silver needle, and the different initial velocities at different times, several silver needles also formed a special force field between each other.

Restrict each other based on airflow.

As Luo Haiping's move destroyed the balance of the overall force field, the few silver needles that were not shot down became like wild horses running wild.

Gained acceleration.

Whoosh whoosh—

Three silver needles pierced Luo Haiping's body directly.

Although it didn't hurt, Luo Haiping felt an ominous feeling in his heart for a moment.

Because he felt a numbness in the parts where he was stabbed.

Although the nerves can still feel the existence of these parts, when the muscles are mobilized, they are no longer as powerful as before.

"It's a pity. If four or five hit him, this guy will completely lose his fighting ability."

If a few silver needles achieve the desired effect and hit Luo Haiping, this guy will most likely lose his fighting ability.

After all, the moment Fang Mo threw the silver needle, he had already determined the acupuncture point.

It's just that although he tried to overestimate Luo Haiping's strength, he still underestimated the methods of a martial arts master.

This Luo Haiping is not a good person either.

Only three silver needles hit him, which did not have much effect.

Holding himself to death would only make his movements a little stiffer, but for Fang Mo, this was already good.

After all, Luo Haiping's defensive power is already amazing. If his speed continues to be at its peak, it will be even worse.

The possibility of Fang Mo winning is almost zero.

Countless pairs of eyes in the audience stared at the two people.

At this moment, Pang Yan, who had been worried about Fang Mo, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief;

"It turns out that Brother Fang Mo is really capable. I just thought that the first time that guy took action, Brother Fang Mo was going to die."

"I didn't expect that he could actually make this guy like an iron tower suffer."

Hearing this, Wanyan Chengyu, who had just woken up from a trance, glanced at the high platform with a complex expression and said nothing.

He had provoked him several times before, trying to cause trouble for Fang Mo.

Part of the reason was to establish prestige for the person who lived on the island with the lady in red.

Of course, another part of the reason was also because he subconsciously felt that as the number one warrior of the Sichuan Qing tribe, he had a sense of physical superiority over Fang Mo, a city dweller who was indifferent to work and grain.

He thinks he can crush Fang Mo 100%.

Who would have known that he would realize at this moment that he was the clown.

If Fang Mo wanted to fight back last night when Wanyan Chengyu made trouble for the first time.

At that time, he was probably going to be unlucky after finishing his appearance.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Luo Haiping's recent attacks on the stage were far more ferocious than when he fought against Wanyan Chengyu.

Fang Mo can still keep dealing with each other, and can even use his flying needle skills to make the opponent's little snack deflate.

But if it were him who was perfect, let alone fight back.

I'm afraid if I can't even make contact for one round, I'll be beaten into a dead dog and thrown out of the ring.

"continue?"

The next moment, Fang Mo provocatively stretched out two fingers towards Luo Haiping and hooked them in his direction.

Luo Haiping's face darkened;

"You're a little mouse who managed to gain an upper hand by relying on sneak attacks. Are you qualified to challenge me?"

"I don't know who gave you the illusion. Don't run away if you can!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Haiping stomped the ground hard with the sole of his foot.

He wanted to crush Fang Mo to death completely.

That's right, beat Fang Mo to death.

Luo Haiping was filled with endless anger towards this boy who had let him down.

Especially Fang Mo, who looked at him with a half-smiling expression as if he wanted to be beaten.

"Don't run away? Why don't I run away and wait for you to catch me? Do you think I'm your wife, playing sex games with you?"

"If you can catch me, I'll let you have sex?"

"Dashacha."

Fang Mo made a face slightly.

He was so angry that he wouldn't pay for it with his life.

However, when Luo Haiping was really close to him, Fang Mo greased the soles of his feet again and ran away to another place on the ring.

While running, he turned around and pointed his middle finger at Luo Haiping, which made Luo Hai's nose crooked with anger.

"Come on, come and hit daddy, daddy lets you hit him."

"You idiot, can't you catch me? Hahahahaha."

hiss!

At this moment, all the people in the audience were stunned.

Damn, this guy is too cheap, right?

They say that when people who have the ability to show off show off, that’s called awesomeness.

If people who don't have the strength to show off show off, that's called sb.

As a result, this kid Fang Mo obviously couldn't beat Luo Haiping in a head-to-head fight, but he behaved more arrogantly than anyone else.

There are endless tricks to attract hatred.

If it weren't for the unfamiliar face of the arrogant and domineering Luo Haiping, Fang Mo would be relatively more pleasing to the eyes of the people in the audience.

It is estimated that some people can't help but curse at this moment.

His grandma has never seen such a mean person...

Where is Luo Haiping?

As Fang Mo's opponent in the ring, this guy actually felt even more aggrieved.

It was only when they fought again after being hit by the silver needle that he realized the strangeness of Fang Mo's Thirteen Falling Leaves Needles.

If it were before, he would have been 100% sure to catch up with Fang Mo with his own speed.

But now, it is obvious that I still feel that my body is in peak condition...but the speed is much slower than before.

Every time he felt that he was about to get into trouble with Fang Mo, this kid would run away.

The key and most annoying thing is that Luo Haiping wanted to grit his teeth and catch up, but the feedback from his legs was as heavy as lead.

He couldn't pick up any speed at all. Even if he barely tried to keep up with Fang Mo, from the perspective of the audience, it looked like Fang Mo was trying to catch a mouse while walking a dog. He deliberately stopped and waited for him before he could get close to the young man.

But every time he was about to hit Fang Mo, the young man easily dodged it and continued running.

Just like that, under the stunned gaze of countless people.

On the ring, a very funny scene took place.

He fled, he chased, he couldn't fly...

Ah, he was having a great time being chased.

As time passed bit by bit, Luo Haiping's face turned green.

Wrong!

So damn frustrating.

Luo Haiping, a martial arts master, was actually treated like a monkey by Fang Mo, an ordinary person walking a dog on the stage, wandering around in circles.

The key is that he can only follow Fang Mo and eat dust.

The most disgusting thing is that this kid will suddenly turn his head and throw out one or two silver needles when he is not prepared.

Moreover, Fang Mo kept turning around and spitting. This thing was also a hidden weapon. Luo Haiping was hit several times, and his face was covered with Fang Mo's spit.

At this moment, Fang Mo turned his head and took a mouthful of phlegm again.

"he~tui."

"Aren't you disgusting, kid!?"

If he were not careful, Luo Haiping might continue to talk, and he would fly into a rage.

The key thing was that he didn't dare to be too aggressive when chasing. He had to concentrate and beware of Fang Mo's flying needles.

This kid is like a loach, too slippery to catch.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Don't run away if you have the fucking ability."

Luo Haiping completely broke his defense and stomped the ground hard.

At this moment, Fang Mo's pupils tightened slightly, and he saw that the originally hard arena floor was knocked down by a kick, causing a dent.

At the same time, several pieces of gravel splashed up and shot towards Fang Mo.

However, the direction of the gravel stirred up by this buddy cannot completely block an area like the silver needle thrown by Fang Mo.

So although Fang Mo was a little surprised at Luo Haiping's strength when he was angry, that was all.

So what if you are awesome?

You can't hit me!

Slightly slightly.

Fang Mo was determined to deal with it, and he had only one thought in his mind.

I can't beat you, I'm sick of you.