"It seems that I'm really stupid to kick. Are you addicted to kicking?" Ling Ze smiled disdainfully, not giving Han Mo any face at all.

Han Mo ignored Ling Ze's words, his eyes gradually became calm, and then his body suddenly moved and his body shot out like a ghost.

Seeing this, Ling Ze couldn't help but frown. He felt that Han Mo seemed to have become a little different. As for what's different, he was not sure.

"Do you still dare to face the front?" Ling Ze said impatiently, then threw it out again. However, this time Ling Ze was cautious and suffered a loss last time, so he naturally would not have been the second time.

Sure enough, Han Mo did not dodge again cleverly. Ling Ze had expected Han Mo to turn suddenly, and his kick was suddenly down, and then he bombarded the ground heavily. With the help of the rebound force, he turned back the same way.

Han Mo shouted a quick kick, and his eyes gradually became calm. The next moment when Han Mo's eyes were calm, the originally rapid kick actually changed like slow motion in Han Mo's eyes, which was very strange.

"Swoosh~"

Ling Ze's seemingly quick and sudden kick was avoided by Han Mo. Not only Ling Ze, but everyone in the ring were surprised and could not see clearly how Han Mo avoided it.

"Damn, Han Mo is so lucky, he can avoid such an attack."

"What do you know? Didn't you see Han Mo's face tremble? They are sure, you really think it's always luck."

It can be seen naturally by the clarity of eyes. It was too coincidental to avoid it many times, so coincidental that it could no longer be hooked up with coincidences.

Han Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and punched Ling Ze's right shoulder.

Ling Ze's body was unable to stabilize for a moment because he saw Han Mo's punch, and his brows frowned. If it were such a good opportunity, if it were him, he would definitely choose to attack the key points. Han Mo actually rushed towards his right shoulder, and Ling Ze couldn't help but feel confused.

Of course, Ling Ze had no room for much thought. He used all his strength to gather his fighting spirit on his shoulders, and even though he had his right shoulder heavy to swing forward.

"Ah?" Ling Ze suddenly felt shocked, because Han Mo suddenly changed the attack track, and his fist directly threw it on Ling Ze's face and punched Ling Ze out.

"Wow~" The audience suddenly burst into an uproar, and some experts were even more surprised because they could see clearly.

The moment Han Mo's fist was blown out, everyone thought that Han Mo's attack point was Ling Ze's right shoulder. Who knew that an exaggerated reversal occurred halfway through and punched Ling Ze's head.

Ling Ze staggered out, rolled around on the ground and then jumped up. At this time, a bright red fist mark on his right cheek, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"How is this kid doing it?" Ling Ze was puzzled. He really couldn't understand how Han Mo did it. Such a powerful attack could change the track halfway through, which was really contrary to common sense.

Han Mo glanced at Ling Ze with a plain look, raised his lips slightly, and stepped on the ground again, approaching Ling Ze.

Ling Ze pulled the corner of his mouth, and the pain told him that he could not be careless. After hesitating, the strength of the five-yuan intermediate martial artist burst out. A breeze swept across the surroundings with Ling Ze as the center point, and his clothes suddenly flew away leisurely, looking extremely handsome.

Han Mo frowned, but the speed of rushing forward did not slow down. A pair of deep eyes stared at Ling Ze, catching Ling Ze's every move.

"drink!"

Ling Ze shouted loudly and punched Han Mo who was rushing towards him. Then he followed closely to completely block Han Mo's dodging range.

Han Mo couldn't help but smile, his body twisted flexibly, dodging like a water snake, and quickly hit his fists, Ling Ze was in a hurry.

"Go to the end." Ling Ze seemed to be angry with Han Mo, and ignored Han Mo's fist and punched Han Mo in the chest. At the same time, his chest was also hit hard by Han Mo.

Both of them couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, slid several meters on the ground, and stopped.

Han Mo wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a sensational pain in his chest. Fortunately, he had blood protection, otherwise this punch would have to hurt his muscles and bones.

Ling Ze rubbed his chest in pain, and a hint of pride flashed across his face. It was obvious that Han Mo was going to hurt more than him. In comparison of strength, one yuan and five yuan were not so easy to make up for.

"Han Mo, you're here, I see what you use to fight." Ling Ze said that, and then turned around and ran out, strangling Han Mo again.

Han Mo has always been restricted. Even if he can deal with his speed, it is not a long-term solution. He cannot prove to Ling Ze at all, otherwise he will only suffer.

Ling Ze always couldn't beat Han Mo, so he chose the fighting style. He ignored Han Mo's attack and stinged the bullet to fight against Han Mo. Although Han Mo didn't want to, there was no way to be suppressed by such a fighting style. He had to minimize the damage and hit Ling Ze again and again.

"These two are fighting too hard, aren't they just five hundred gold coins? As for?"

"I think they are angry, and no one can stand it."

Everyone in the audience was surprised to argue, but they were all excited, and it was only satisfying to watch such a battle.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two blood-spraying sounded at the same time, and the two of them retreated. Han Mo fell out without standing firmly, and hit the ring heavily. Then he quickly turned over and got up.

Ling Ze wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned his teeth and said, "Han Mo, you are really amazing. No wonder someone specifically called me to teach you a lesson. At first I didn't take it to heart, but it seems that I was wrong."

"Someone called you to teach me a lesson?" Han Mo squatted on the ground, looking at Ling Ze with a puzzled look, and guessing in his heart who would be dissatisfied with him.

"Haha, you don't need to know this. Let's fight a good fight next." Ling Ze said that, and a big knife flashed out, and he actually took out his weapon.

Seeing the battle escalating again, bursts of shouts erupted from the audience.

Han Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, hesitated for a moment, and his hand flashed, and the long sword flashed out, pointing directly at Ling Ze.

"Hahaha, okay, there is hope, come on!" Ling Ze said that, holding a big knife, angrily rushed up, slashed at Han Mo's face.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, and the sword suddenly stabbed Ling Ze's big sword, and quickly retracted it. The next moment, the sword hit the point where it was originally hit again. The same action was used five times in a row, and Ling Ze's big sword was pushed back.

Han Mo's rapid and exaggerated movement made everyone in the audience take a breath. Everyone knows that if the strength is not strong enough, without strong fighting spirit as support, the rapid and exaggerated movements are very likely to strain the meridians, which will have a certain impact on future cultivation.
Chapter completed!