Chapter 15 World War I is amazing

Fang Cheng smiled bitterly and knew that he would definitely lose.

Sure enough, in a flash, he lost the battle. After all, the power gap between the two sides is too big.

Helplessly, Fang Cheng got off the stage. Fang Luo looked down and continued to say, "The next game, Fang Yueer and Fang Tianyi!"

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The game has been going on, and it hasn't been long since afternoon. More than a dozen games were held in a row, and the number of people was eliminated in one round. The number of participants, which was originally nearly 100, plummeted to more than 20.

Because it was a rolling lottery competition, Wang Mo was lucky not to draw. Seeing that there was nothing to do with him, he began to doze off.

At this time, he suddenly shouted and woke him up: "The next game, Lin Bo to Wang Mo!"

Huh? Is it your turn?" Wang Mo touched his nose and was a little unbelievable. Behind him, Yu stared at him with a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Wang Mo, although Lin Bo is not as strong as Lin Bo, he is also very strong. You must be careful."

Fang Cheng has come down from the stage and come to his side.

"It's okay!" Wang Mo smiled faintly, stood up and walked towards the court. Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

"Be careful."

Wang Mo was shocked and turned around. He saw his father drinking medicinal wine, standing on his side and saying lightly.

"Father." Wang Mo looked deeply at Wang Nan, nodded, and walked straight to the court.

In the stands, Fang Hong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up and down at his good grandson. His eyes turned slightly and he didn't know what he was thinking about. On the side, Fang Hao's face was rigid and disdainful. He could see that Wang Mo's cultivation was simply vulnerable compared with Lin Bo.

The people below looked down on Wang Mo, and Lin Bo walked into the field with a smile in the beautiful eyes of many Fang Fa * spring girls.

I am the fourth layer of gas refining, and the other party is only the second layer. You can know the result from your toes. So when he walked to the court, he raised his eyebrows to Wang Mo, which was quite a bit of ridiculing.

Wang Mo looked natural and bowed his hand to him very politely. After all, this superficial effort needs to be done well.

"Start!"

With an order, everyone's eyes were focused on one point on and off the field.

"Wang Mo, I'm more powerful than before, the fourth level of gas refining! If you don't want to be too ugly in front of everyone, you'd better admit defeat early!"

Wang Moqian smiled and said, "Lin Bo, it's nothing. How can you know the result, or are you too confident?"

Lin Bo's face turned cold: "I kindly save some face for you, but you don't measure yourself. In this case, don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Bo jumped up, raised his left hand, and a cold and sparkling ice flying sword suddenly sacrificed. He drew a strange curved arc in the air and went straight to Wang Mo.

"Royal swordsmanship, he actually learned royal swordsmanship!"

When everyone saw the flying sword walking out of the arc all the way, they immediately exclaimed.

Royal swordsmanship is a high-order spell in the gas refining period, which is more advanced than object control and can drive the magic weapon refined by aura. However, it takes a lot of energy to practice and mana to perform, but the effect is obvious and can drive the flying sword to attack the enemy one after another.

In just a moment, the flying sword has come close to Wang Mo.

"Royal Swordsmanship? Not bad!"

In the face of the cold flying sword, Wang Mo was not surprised at all. His spiritual power was poured into his feet, and a mass of aura flow was immediately born under his feet, accelerating his retreat. The magic formula was pinched, and a faint white energy was born in his left hand.

"Exit!"

This strong wind swept out from the palm of its hand and swept towards the force of the flying sword to try to change its direction of walking. At the same time, it pinched the secret with the right hand to sacrifice the ancient pattern flying sword.

"Keng--"

With a crisp sound, the ancient flying sword hit Lin Bo's flying sword, bursting out a hot fire, and the ice flying sword fell in response.

" hiss--

There is silence in the field!

Then, there was a shocking sound, and the boos continued.

"Win, the teenager surnamed Wang actually won Lin Bo, who entered the sect to worship. How can this be possible! I'm dreaming, yes, it must be!"

"That's right, it's incredible! I heard that he just refined the second level of cultivation, so Lin Bo is the strength of the fourth level. Lin Bo should not lose!"

The stage chattered. Fang Hong, who was sitting on the stand, brushed a pinch of gray beard and his eyes bloomed brightly. Previously, he was still worried about whether his grandson could lose too badly, but now he is relieved. He not only did not lose, but also won the other party and supported his face.

Fang Hao's face turned gloomy. The second floor is against the fourth floor. It is a miracle that he can be invincible. Unexpectedly, he won. I guess no one will believe it.

But the fact is in front of him, so he has to believe it!

"Wang Mo, he was completely defeated by Lin Bo, who refined the four layers of gas!" Fang Cheng's eyes stared like a dead fish and rubbed his eyes hard. Today's events simply subverted his conventional thinking.

A person with the second layer of gas refining can actually defeat the fourth layer of gas refining!

Yu Ning's nervous heart finally relaxed, stretched out her jade hand and patted her green but feminine breasts, and said leisurely, "The young master is really awesome, hee hee..."

Lin Bo's face was like dead ashes, his teeth and lips were clenched, and his hands were clenched so that his nails were embedded in the meat without knowing it. Today, he could have shined. With four layers of cultivation, he could at least win the glory of a second place in the Fang family. However, all these honors disappeared, and at the moment Wang Mo defeated him, he was completely Broken!

"This game, Wang Mo, complete victory!" Fang Luo said simply, and before Lin Bo woke up in the shadow of failure, he announced, "In the next game, Fang Hui's opponent is Tianyi."

"Fang Tianyi is the grandson of the three elders Fang Meng. Although he does not have spiritual root qualifications, he is very hardworking. Now he is also the strength of the third level of qi refining. Several people he fought with before have been defeated. It can be said that he has been smooth all the way, but now..."

Fang Cheng introduced the basic information of Fang Tianyi.

"Fang Hui, five layers of gas refining, no one in the Fang family has his cultivation. I guess he is the champion this time." Yu Ning frowned.

"Hey, that's not necessarily!" Wang Mo thought to himself.

"Bang!"

When the three discussed, they only heard a blast, and a huge hole exploded on the stage, and the clouds rose. At the end of the battle, Fang Hui directly bombard Fang Tianyi off the field with a flame ball!

"Tut, Fang Hui is really powerful. I'm afraid that in a few years, there will be a chance to build a foundation!"

"Powerful, powerful, with the protection of the sect, it's different! If Wang Mo hadn't refused Elder Cui and joined Fengyoumen, I'm afraid he would be comparable to Fang Hui!"

A bunch of sounds sounded one after another.

"The next one..."

Fang Luo's voice sounded again, and the game began one after another. Wang Mo sat back in place and continued to close his eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is doting, but he is not. Instead, he is closing his eyes and concentrating, waiting for the next game.

"A round has passed, and the top ten have come out."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear, awakening Wang Mo from the realm of meditation. On the battlefield, Fang Luo was announcing the list of the top ten. Wang Mo's name was on the top.

"Congratulations, young master, you have entered the top ten!" On the side, Yuning congratulated him happily, and Fang Cheng also congratulated him repeatedly.

"Wang Mo, the next three competition is very fierce, but with your defeat of Lin Bo's strength, there is no suspense about winning the second place. As for the first..."

At this time, Fang Qing also came over after the competition. She had just learned that she had entered the top ten, with a smile on her face.

"The game hasn't started yet, so don't make an easy conclusion!"

Wang Mo touched his nose and smiled and said nothing more.

"Next, there is the first three battles. Please draw lots for the top ten people!"

In the top ten, there are Fang Hui, Fang Qing, Elegant, Wang Mo, Fang Yueer, and several children of the Fang family and disciples with ordinary but good luck.

"I hope you can draw a weakness for me!"

"Bless you, just don't draw Fang Hui..."

Walking to the drawing table, several whispered discussions came to Wang Mo's ears and couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, Wang Mo felt that his back was stared at by a pair of angry eyes. As soon as he turned around, he saw Fang Hui looking at himself with provocative eyes.

"Ky, don't touch me, or...hum!" With that, he strode forward, reached into the cardboard box, took out a piece of paper and opened it. A word "one" was on it.

Wang Mo touched his nose indifferently and casually drew a piece of paper into the cardboard box. When he opened it, his face changed slightly.

There is also a "one" on it!

Someone on the side noticed the silent war on their side. Seeing that Wang Mo and Fang Hui drew one at the same time, everyone looked extremely beautiful.

"Hey, it's really not that the enemy doesn't get together. As soon as I said it, I drew it over there. Haha!" Some people began to gloat.

"Well, now that you have chosen your opponents, the game begins! In the first scene, Fang Hui vs. Wang Mo!"

Fang Luo gave an order, and the audience was immediately shocked!

"What, the young master's opponent is Fang Hui?"

"Oh, the enemy's road is narrow, and it's right so soon! I'm afraid Wang Mo's name will fall a lot!"

Fang Cheng and Yu Ning have changed their colors one after another.

On the other side, he was elegant and full of joy: "Ha ha, that guy actually met Master Fang Hui, that is, he is so unlucky that I'm afraid he didn't know how he lost!"

"That's right, cousin Fang Hui is the fifth level of gas refining, and even some senior inner disciples of the sect are not his opponents."

Fang Yueer also praised.

Under the boast of many Fang Hui factions, Fang Hui jumped on the stage with a look on his face, swung his eyes, swept to Wang Mo who followed him, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Wang Mo, the agreement three years ago can be fulfilled today! I will definitely beat you down!"

Wang Mo said indifferently, "As you wish! But it must be you who lie down!"

His eyes suddenly became cold. As soon as the voice fell, Wang Mo's spirit urged him, and the cloud step formula was used. The left hand formula moved, the flames splashed, and his right hand held the sword and shot out!