When Zhang Mo walked to the vicinity of Tianlong, Tianlong was excitedly laughing at the "knocking Zhang Mo away" just now. The people of Shenlong were stunned. Is it true that Tianlong is just a ** as Zhang Mo said?

Zhang Mo didn't want to waste time. The Eight Formation Diagram was temporarily laid out, and I don't know when it would disappear. Maintaining this formation consumed a lot of his mental power. If this continues, he would probably suffer a loss.

He clenched his fists, a sneer floated on the corner of his mouth, took a sudden step, and punched Tianlong in the chest.

Just when his fist was less than one meter away from Tianlong's chest, he suddenly realized that Tianlong's smile had a little more evil intention. This made his heart tremble and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.

"It's too late!" Tianlong smiled coldly, suddenly turned his palm into claws, and grabbed Zhang Mo's head.

Zhang Mo quickly flashed, and this claw grabbed Zhang Mo's left shoulder. With a crisp sound, Zhang Mo's shoulder blades were broken and his entire left arm drooped. He quickly flew backwards and flashed a hundred meters.

Feng Ling screamed in shock and was about to rush over, but found that her body could not move at all.

She didn't notice that Lin Xiangluan in the small room was looking at her, and her eyes were flashing silver. It was obvious that it was this look that made Feng Ling unable to move.

Zuo Xingfeng's face changed drastically and he exclaimed: "Brother, we just ignore it? Zhang Mo's shoulder blades are broken, how can he fight?"

As he said, he was about to go out to stop him. You Qingfeng grabbed his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, didn't you pay attention to Zhang Mo's expression? If you stop now, I'm afraid Zhang Mo will be the first to fight you."

Zuo Xingfeng was slightly stunned and subconsciously looked through the window. At this time, his face suddenly changed. He clearly saw a smile on Zhang Mo's face, which was a kind of joy from the heart.

"Are that boy stupid? Is he so happy to be beaten like that?" Zuo Xingfeng was a little dazed, he really didn't understand.

"Zhang Mo did not disappoint me. Only with this mentality can one become a real master. Fighting is a process of enjoyment. It is really meaningless to win the battle." Lin Xiangluan smiled and looked at Feng Ling. A voice quickly rang out in Feng Ling's mind: "I believe Zhang Mo, he will definitely win!"

Feng Ling trembled, nodded slightly, and cheered Zhang Mo silently.

Zhang Mo looked at Tianlong with a smile and said, "Can you tell me how you broke the Eight Formation Diagram? With your mental power, you should not see through it."

Tianlong licked his lips, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Zhang Mo clearly saw that Tianlong's tongue was bitten off, his mouth was covered with blood.

"As long as you keep your mind clear, any illusion is false, so what's there to be afraid of? You are indeed very strong, but you are more arrogant than me. It is because of you that you will lose! Hahaha..." Tianlong's mouth was filled with blood, his eyes were red, and his expression was extremely crazy.

The moment he bit his tongue, he seemed to have used some secret technique, so that his internal strength is stronger than before. In this way, his confidence will increase greatly.

Looking at Zhang Mo again, his left arm has no combat ability, and his whole body of qi and blood have been impacted, and he has become much weaker. Logically speaking, in this state, his chances of winning are indeed very low.

Zhang Mo looked at Tianlong quietly and smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be satisfied with me. To be honest, I was a little surprised. However, you thought too simply, who said I lost?"

"With your current state, what else do you want to fight me? Surrender. If you surrender, you can save your life. Otherwise, you will definitely die if I take action!" Tianlong said directly, and when it comes to this point, there is no room for maneuver.

"You said I'm in a bad state now?" Zhang Mo's face showed a sneer. He slowly clenched his left fist. Soon, his shoulder blades made a crackling sound. In the blink of an eye, all the broken shoulder blades were reset, and then they were wrapped in an internal force and began to heal at an extremely fast speed.

Zhang Mo learned too much from Lin Xiangfeng, and these things are enough to benefit him endlessly in this life.

This magical self-healing technique was passed down from ancient times and is said to have been lost. However, in Lin Xiangfeng, any so-called lost thing is left behind, which is also the capital that Zhang Mo is proud of.

Tianlong looked at all this in a daze. With his perception, such a thing was simply incredible.

Do you need to be so arrogant? Do you need to bully people like this? How can you beat this? Even bone shatters can be cured, this is too perverted!

"I was just having fun with you. Since you like to fight head-on, then we will compete with each other." A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Mo's mouth, and he took a sudden step, and appeared in front of Tianlong and punched him.

Tianlong slowed down half a beat and hurriedly caught it with his fist. With a muffled groan, his body was knocked out like this, his face full of surprise.

He was actually knocked away, and in terms of strength, he actually lost to Zhang Mo! This is simply unbelievable!

"Impossible, how could your power become so great? This is absolutely impossible!" Tianlong exclaimed. He really couldn't accept this fact.

At this moment, the flying Tianlong suddenly heard Zhang Mo's chuckle in his ears: "If you don't cheer up, fighting will be meaningless. You won't be able to make me happy, right?"

Tianlong's face turned pale in an instant. He clearly saw Zhang Mo beside him. At this time, if Zhang Mo attacked him, he would definitely have no chance of fighting back.

However, Zhang Mo did not take action, but gently touched his head, with his expression as if he was touching a pet dog.

Tianlong's anger was stirred up, he roared, forced his body to turn, and punched Zhang Mo. He could definitely not swallow this tone.

With a bang, his punch had not touched Zhang Mo, but his body was knocked away by Zhang Mo's punch, and then he hit the wall outside the No. 1 martial arts field, deeply trapped in the wall.

The spectators were all stunned. Many of them felt cold in their hearts. When they thought of what Zhang Mo said during the battle, they felt their legs start to tremble. It seemed that Zhang Mo was determined to be hard. Since this is the case, can their legs still be saved?

Breaking your legs and throwing out the dragon is terrible. They absolutely believe that Zhang Mo can do this with Zhang Mo’s means!

The rule of this battle is to fight to the point where one side is convinced. The martial arts field is not the standard for identifying victory or defeat.

Zhang Mo stood in the middle of the martial arts field, looked at Tianlong who was deeply trapped in the wall, smiled and hooked his fingers, and said, "How long are you going to sleep inside? Do you admit defeat? If you admit defeat, then we will end it like this. Look at you, I am too lazy to break your limbs."

Zhang Mo was moved by his kindness. If it were Tianlong, he would have taken action against him long ago.

"Longxiang fist exploded!" A loud shout came from the deep pit on the wall. Tianlong's body shot out like a cannonball. With a powerful impact force, he punched it out and turned into several purple thunders, locking Zhang Mo from all directions.

Zhang Mo's eyes lit up, and a trace of arc floated up at the corner of his mouth. He jumped up, and his speed suddenly accelerated. He actually avoided the purple thunder and directly launched an attack on the Tianlong.

Tianlong kept spraying blood from his mouth. He had overdrawn his body and used the strongest killing move of Long Xiang Gong, but unexpectedly, Zhang Mo could easily avoid it. Before he could react, Zhang Mo suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed it at him.

"Lingxi, one finger!" Zhang Mo's internal strength was tied into a gust of lightning, and the sky dragon was shot at the speed of lightning. The dragon had no time to dodge, and his chest was directly penetrated.

His body was falling, and Zhang Mo's voice came again: "Your Long Xiang Technique is really not good, I will let you see, my very amateur Long Xiang Technique."

Before Tianlong could be surprised, Zhang Mo clenched his fists and a breath that was very similar to him appeared on his body. It was the breath that he would only have when he was exercising Long Xiang Gong.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how could you..."

"Longxiang Gong, Longxiang Fist Blast!" Zhang Mo shouted loudly and hit Tianlong's chest with a punch. In an instant, a ball of lightning wrapped Tianlong's body. Tianlong let out a scream, fell to the ground, and smashed a big pit on the ground. Now, he completely lost his combat ability.

Zhang Mo's body slowly floated to the ground, panting heavily. A series of martial arts used made his internal energy consume extremely quickly. If he hadn't been born with thick blood, he would have probably been defeated by excessive consumption of internal energy!

In the small room, Lin Xiangluan's face changed. He could see that Zhang Mo had just used the very pure Long Xiang skill, even more pure than Tianlong's!

"It's impossible. Long Xiang Gong is clearly passed down from generation to generation. There is only one successor in each generation. How did Zhang Mo learn it?" Zuo Xingfeng was really confused. Such a thing doesn't make sense at all!

"What's wrong. Longxiang Technique requires the unique Longxiang Technique to be used. Zhang Mo has never had Longxiang Technique. It just appeared when he attacked. After the attack, Longxiang Technique disappeared again. In other words, his Longxiang Technique appeared temporarily. Is there a kind of martial art that can imitate internal energy and copy the martial arts?" You Qingfeng frowned tightly. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Oh, what a powerful boy, it seems that he already knows that secret. But how did he get the Hehuan School's "Hehuan Book"? Hu Wanlin, that guy, was not in the air, how could he give the Hehuan Book to Zhang Mo?" Lin Xiangluan frowned, looking confused.

You Qingfeng widened his eyes and said, "Brother, are you saying that this is the martial arts in the "Hehuan Book"? Zhang Mo has practiced the "Hehuan Book"?"

"From the current situation, Zhang Mo should be using the Fighting Stars in the "Hehuan Book". Don't look down on the "Hehuan Book". This set of exercises is both good and evil. The difference between good and evil is mainly because of the most important mental method in the exercises. And that mental method is the Lingxi Jue you are most familiar with."
Chapter completed!