Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

"Then I'll start." Mo Jiu looked at Xia Ziwu who had already stood up, and smiled playfully.

Xia Ziwu stared coldly at the demon who disappeared instantly, and squinted his eyes. The concealment of the demons can be hidden with the help of the surrounding environment, but Xia Ziwu smiled, and his breath couldn't cover it up.

Looking around, the ten connected iron chains did not make any sound, only the magma below was bubbling.

Suddenly, Xia Ziwu fixed his eyes on the chain closest to him, which was indistinguishable from the others, but Xia Ziwu just felt that the magic nine was here.

"Wrong guess." A low sound came from the side of the ear, followed by a burst of coldness, as if ready to be stripped of life at any time.

However, Xia Ziwu didn't make any movements, just casually moved the iron chain under his feet, and he was already on the opposite side, but his movements didn't stop, one foot landed on the ground and the other foot had already swept past.

The reaction force from his feet made him fly upside down, and he stretched out his hand to grab the nearest iron chain. The hot touch made Xia Ziwu want to throw it out, but it was only for a moment.

At this time, Mo Jiu's figure also appeared, touched the part where he was kicked, and thought flashed in his eyes, why is this kid's power so strange, half-demon?

"Drunkard, are you serious?" Mo Shi, who was outside, saw it, and blurted out without stopping.

But Mo Jiu didn't pay attention, just looked at Xia Ziwu intently, and after a while, he attacked again.

The oncoming breath caused Xia Ziwu to instinctively hold the iron chain tightly and turn around in a circle, then stopped on another iron chain.

Still not enough, Xia Ziwu clenched his fists and took the initiative to meet him.

Mo Jiu, who hadn't stopped, faced him head-on, and his moves were opposite. Xia Ziwu's moves were changeable, but Mo Jiu was better than the strong magic power.

However, after dozens of moves, Xia Ziwu felt that his body had reached its limit, but he didn't see him stop. Not only was Mo Shi next to him a little anxious, but even Mo Jiu, who was fighting against him, frowned. Did not say killed.

Xia Ziwu, who didn't follow the routine, actually met Mo Jiu's moves directly at that last moment, without any defensive tactics in his hands, which made Mo Jiu unexpected, and it was too late to stop the momentum. It hit Xia Ziwu's body.

A touch of red was directly reflected in Mo Shi's eyes, which made him step forward to catch Xia Ziwu regardless of the rules of the arena. His eyes were blood red, and Mo Shi sighed, but his heart was calm.

"It's so smart." Mo Jiu also saw Xia Ziwu's situation at this time, and he was surprised and a little bit admirable. He lived a long time and let a child fool him.

Xia Ziwu felt that the long-lost power had regained his body. The half-devil's physique was special, and the magic power on his body had been sleeping for a long time. If he wanted to use it, he could only use this extreme method. Feeling the rampant power in his body, Xia Ziwu knew that he didn't need it. Rely on a few moves in memory to do those big things in the future.

"You drunkard, you're really ruthless." Mo Shi tightened his arms and glanced at the drunkard.

Mo Jiu glanced at Xia Ziwu with interest, and then at Mo Shi, "Why are you nervous, don't you know this arena?"

Mo Shi froze, I was nervous, I looked down at Xia Ziwu, I couldn't help thinking about this sentence in my heart, maybe he looks too much like a blind man, thinking about it, I feel more like it.

"Ahem..." Mo Jiu pretended to cough twice, called back Mo Shi, who had lost his mind, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Stay here and watch after it's over, let's go."

Only then did Mo Shi realize that they were still standing on the arena surrounded by a group of onlookers. They glared at Mo Jiu, turned around and left with Xia Ziwu.

Mo Jiu touched his nose with his hand, and frowned. He didn't know what the old man thought. He let go of his daughter back then, but now he brought his grandson back. It's quite interesting.

Can people who have walked through the refining pool once survive?