Chapter 68： No weapons allowed

At this time, Yang Mo and Yang Tafeng, the two of them had already entered the ring.

boom--!

Almost at the same time, the vigorous spiritual energy exploded from the two bodies, and the fierce spiritual energy fluctuated like a violent wind, blowing the clothes into hunting noises.

The rule is that martial spirit cannot be used, but aura can still be used.

Yang Mo's body shook, and the already strong muscles, after being strengthened by the canned beef just now, became harder, like stone and iron.

Immediately, he stepped forward, his figure rushed out like lightning, clenched his fist and flew towards Yang Tafeng.

Suddenly, the two on the ring became entangled together.

Those attacking moves are also quite wonderful, the fist and palms dance, the fierce wind formed in the air, with a strong visual impact.

Yang Zilei's eyes stared at the fierce battle on the ring.

After a while, Yang Zilei slowly retracted his gaze.

Although they are both spiritual realms, one is the middle stage and the other is the peak. It discusses martial arts moves and the degree of refinement of spiritual energy.

Yang Mo, who was born in the Yang family, was obviously stronger than Yang Tafeng, and this kind of struggle might not have changed at the beginning.

But as you get to the back, the gap between the two sides will inevitably gradually emerge.

In this competition, Yang Mo's odds of winning are slightly greater.

And just as Yang Zilei had expected, when the two battled to the end, Yang Tafeng's offensive began to fall into a disadvantage, and he could only defend hard.

On the other hand, Yang Mo, the more vigorous the Vietnam War, the offensive intensive.

At this moment, Yang Mo's figure flashed, and the speed was as fast as a leopard bullying Yang Tafeng's body.

call--!

I saw that his right leg was suddenly covered with a layer of golden light, and with a swift speed, he whips away at the latter!

"Class 3 martial arts, crack golden legs!"

Yang Tafeng's pupils shrank tightly, unable to dodge, and his body was directly drawn severely.

The strong force suddenly shook him upside down, and finally fell out of the ring.

This round, Yang Mosheng!

Seeing this scene, cheers suddenly sounded in the court, especially those of the Dayang family who bet on Yang Mo, they were extremely excited.

In the next game, as long as they beat Yang Zilei, they can get the bet.

"It should have been squeezed three thousand taels on Yang Mo just now, at least it can save money."

Upon seeing this, Chen Si shook his head, and suddenly sighed in his heart.

Then, under many unoptimistic eyes, Yang Zilei stepped onto the ring confidently.

In order to compete fairly, the old Patriarch took out a Spirit Gathering Pill and asked Yang Mo to eat it to replenish the physical strength and aura he had just consumed.

"Brother Lei, I will go all out for this competition."

Yang Mo stared at Yang Zilei with scorching eyes, full of fighting spirit.

The meaning is obvious. Although I am your little brother now, I will not be merciful.

"Remember, this is just a peaceful battle. Do not use martial arts and weapons, otherwise it will be considered a foul."

As the referee, the elder once again reminded him.

What he said was obviously aimed at Yang Zilei, and he was obviously worried that Yang Zilei accidentally revealed the killer and maimed his grandchildren.

"understood."

Yang Zilei smiled and nodded.

"Okay, let's get started!"

The moment the great elder's voice fell...

Yang Mo, who was already ready to go, rushed out abruptly.

At this time, Yang Zilei stepped forward with his left foot and suddenly assumed an offensive and defensive combat posture.

Whoosh——!

When he rushed to the front, Yang Mo stepped on the ground and jumped up suddenly, cracking his golden feet with a violent wind, and swept towards Yang Zilei's body.

Yang Zilei's eyes condensed slightly, and while retreating to the side, he unfolded his grasping hands with one move. With claw-like hands, he slammed Yang Mo's feet and swung.

"what?!"

Yang Mo was startled, and suddenly felt that his right foot was suddenly pulled by a huge force, and his body couldn't help but lean forward.

Immediately after he was captured with that tremendous force, he felt that he could not control his body at all, and the whole person was directly thrown out.

Finally, at a distance of seven or eight meters, it slammed to the ground.

However, Yang Mo was also agile. The moment he landed, he hurriedly rolled on the spot, only then poured out most of his strength.

But when he stood up, his hair was messy and his clothes were covered in dust, making him quite embarrassed.

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