The headquarters of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the martial arts fighting platform can be seen everywhere, and there are many.

Generally, only when there is a large-scale fight, you need to enter the indoor fighting hall. For example, the competition between Qin Mo and Hou Minghui, a fighting platform is enough.

But in the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, even ordinary martial arts are nearly 100 meters long and wide, with a flat and smooth ground, made of B-level alloy mixed with monster bone marrow. It can be said that the ground of the martial arts platform is made of huge armor.

Bang...

"Come on, I will let you understand how weak the newcomer in this Thunder Martial Arts Hall is." Hou Minghui jumped on the martial arts stage and looked at Qin Mo from afar.

Drop ~~~

As he said that, Hou Minghui came to the black machine next to the martial arts platform, and flipped his right hand and a bank card appeared between his fingers. He inserted the card into the machine and immediately turned in one billion new coins. On the black machine display, the red number immediately showed that there were billion new coins on the platform.

"It's your turn." Hou Minghui looked at the bank card with great distress. In terms of money, he could enter the Thunder Martial Arts Hall's main hall to practice, and at the lowest level, and he also had to understand the secret skills. He naturally had a strong ability to make money. But even a genius warrior, the 1 billion new coins would definitely be a huge sum of money, and he had to grit his teeth and could bear to take it out.

However, thinking that the 1 billion new coins could be doubled immediately and turned into 2 billion into his pocket, Hou Minghui grinned.

Make money, it’s still a pleasure to make money from these freshmen.

despise?

Humph! As long as I can make money, how could I, Hou Minghui, care that you despise me!

Is it important to have money?

Smack-

While thinking, Qin Mo kicked under his feet and landed on the fighting platform.

When he came to the transfer machine, Qin Mo also took out his bank card, entered the transfer amount, password, and transferred one billion new coins into the machine platform.

Qin Mo took the opportunity to observe Hou Minghui. Although he was confident in his strength and was not afraid of any opponent among the golden-level warriors, Qin Mo was not so arrogant that he completely ignored his opponent.

Hou Minghui has no weapons!

"No weapons, is he a physical martial artist?" Qin Mo frowned and said intimately.

Hou Minghui was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a black robe, but he was still extremely thin, with fleshless cheeks and protruding eyebrows.

Robe?!

wrong!

How could a physical martial artist wear such a robe?

Qin Mo's face changed slightly, and his eyes became a little solemn. Hou Minghui must not be a physical martial artist.

Physical martial artists can't use their hands and feet in such long robes, and it's a complete burden.

Whether it is Qin Mo or Lin Qilin, whether it is a warrior-type warrior or a mage warrior, almost all wear tight combat uniforms or short-shirted training uniforms. Who wears a long robe to fight?

Even mage warriors do not wear long robes to fight. Although mage warriors rarely fight in close combat, the clothes they wear are not very effective, but if they are nervous by the enemy, they find that they are wearing long robes, it will be troublesome.

"The thin monkey is an assassin-type warrior, and the hidden weapons hidden in his robe!" At this moment, among the onlookers, a cold warrior carrying a wide knife said.

Assassin-type warrior?

Qin Mo suddenly realized, no wonder!

The thin monkey warrior was wearing a long robe. Assassin-type warriors could use hidden weapons or use spiritual energy to condense hidden weapons. The hidden weapons and robe-like clothes were naturally the best.

"Meng Qiubai!" The cold young man who was exposed and glared fiercely.

"Stop it, you have the ability to fight me, bullying newcomers is your mother's ability." The cold young man said sarcastically without hesitation. Generally speaking, the warriors who practice at the headquarters of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall are very backbone!

There are very few warriors like Hou Minghui who specialize in challenging new warriors!

If you bully newcomers for a long time, even if you make money, others will look down on you!

"Meng Qiubai, it's useless for you to help that young man. Although Hou Minghui is very annoying, his strength is pretty good. It's too difficult for a newcomer to beat him!" Beside Meng Qiubai, there were two warriors, a man and a woman. The man was wearing black training suits and a toned and slender body. The only disadvantage was that he had three scars on his face, as if he was a claw mark left by some kind of monster.

Another woman was also extremely tall, with her hair tied with a ponytail, and her tight clothes outlined a perfect curve.

"Bai Crazy, how about we bet? I bet this thin monkey will lose in this battle." Meng Qiubai, however, had a pair of tiger eyes staring at Qin Mo on the martial arts stage, and suddenly said.

"The thin monkey loses? Are you saying that you are optimistic that the young man will win?!" Hearing this, the scarred man named Bai Madman turned his head and said a little surprised.

"Yes, I'm optimistic that the young man will win!" Meng Qiubai said.

"I am so confident about a newcomer? Okay, since you want to give me money, don't bet on me. The price is always there, I'll bet on the thin monkey to win!" Bai Crazy Man also smiled heartily and said.

The tall woman beside them also raised her lips slightly and smiled faintly. It was obvious that she was not surprised to bet on them.

but--

A newcomer defeats an old student in the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the possibility is too low!

start!

On the fighting stage—

"Boy, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Remember to protect your heart later. Although there is a therapy teacher in the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, if your heart ruptures, the therapy martial artist cannot save you." Hou Minghui said opposite Qin Mo.

"Too much nonsense." Qin Mo snorted coldly, disliked Hou Minghui for talking too much nonsense.

"Is that so? I'm talking nonsense, let's lose it!"

call out!!!

The moment he finished speaking, Hou Minghui took action, and with a wave of his hand, three cold lights shot in.

Silent-

They were three triangular blades, as thin as a cicada's wing and cold light as iron. At the end of the shooting blade, there were three almost invisible psychic silk threads connected to the blade.

The secret technique of the shadow of the blade - kill the weeds and roots!

"Weakness specialization, open it!" Qin Mo shouted in a low voice, and the golden medal in his palm shone brightly. In an instant, the Weakness specialization was opened, and Qin Mo saw that the speed of the three biting cold lights seemed to have slowed down.

sword!

bass--

The b-level light sword "Liuguang" was unsheathed. Qin Mo stepped forward instead of retreating, and his body leaned forward, as if a stream of light rushed towards Hou Minghui. "Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang" The moment the figure and the blade dart met, the sword shadow either cut horizontally, vertically, or upwardly. In an instant, Qin Mo took three swords and slashed at three darts respectively.

Three darts flew away, and the three psychic thin threads tied to the dart also broke instantly.

"There are three swords in an instant, and the angle and strength of the sword are extraordinary."

"It's better to rush towards the dart head-on, not the three swords that came out when retreating backwards. The sword skills are good and the body skills are good!"

On the second floor, the white madman lying on the railing lit up his eyes, and the expert knew the depth and shallowness as soon as he made a move. Qin Mo's three swords at this moment were accurate and as fast as lightning, and he had learned the extremely profound specialty of sword heroes.

"Can you block my hidden weapons block three, can you block one hundred?"

At this moment, Hou Minghui's sneer came out, and he suddenly shook off his robe. Hou Minghui's arm was shaking like a winding poisonous snake. It was a special technique. The black robe seemed to be a cross-cut blade, and "swish--" tiny cold light shot out from the robe. Each cold light was a small hidden weapon.

Specializing in hidden weapons - all kinds of weapons are released.

The entire martial arts platform was instantly covered by Hou Minghui's hidden weapon, shooting towards Qin Mo like a sky and sun.

"This Hou Minghui is really sinister. There are at least hundreds of hidden weapons hidden in his robe."

"Look at how he can hide. If he can't even avoid this move and dares to challenge Hou Minghui, he is stupid... Hum? Look!"

Qin Mo's figure disappeared on the fighting platform in an instant, and a golden light ray passed through the air like a z-shaped ray, and all the hidden weapons were shot in the air!

Qin Mo appeared directly next to Hou Minghui.

Alpha Raid!

Moreover, it was an alpha raid under plateau bloodline.

"Break it for me!" Qin Mo's eyes were like lightning, and the light sword "flowing light" slashed directly at Hou Minghui.

quick!

Extremely fast!

But Hou Minghui bent a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth, and there was a wrist knife in his hand at some point!

It seemed as if he hadn't seen Qin Mo's sword, the soul-wrenching wrist knife that made people cut directly towards Qin Mo.

"Compare speed with me?" Qin Mo exerted his own strength, and the light sword in his hand suddenly became faster, and he took the lead in killing Hou Minghui.

Buzz —

But the next second, Qin Mo felt that the sword was slashed on the indestructible iron block. A dazzling rune rose brightly on Hou Minghui's body, blocking Qin Mo's "flowing light" for a moment. In less than a blink of an eye, the dazzling defensive rune faintly retracted into Hou Minghui's body.

But just for a moment, Hou Minghui's wrist knife was faster than Qin Mo's sword!

Qin Mo's face changed suddenly!

"Not good!" At the critical moment, Qin Mo's powerful physical fitness burst out, his waist exerted force, and his back muscles twisted violently, avoiding dangerous parts.

Chih--

The blade was cut down, and a hole appeared on Qin Mo's back in an instant, causing Qin Mo to tremble.

A piece of blood dripping!

"What was that just now? A mysterious light blocked my sword... I understand that it must be the rune mark, the Shenjian rune in the defense rune."

Injured!

Qin Mo was shocked!

Just when Qin Mo thought he would win, his sword was blocked by a mysterious light on Hou Minghui's body. Qin Mo instantly understood that the mysterious hexagonal light, the mysterious figure in the light, must be the defensive rune of one of the four major runes - Shenjian Rune.

"Oh no, that young man's sword cannot directly cut off Hou Minghui's defensive runes."

"Although Hou Minghui's Divine Rune can only block the young swordsmanship for a moment, the battle between masters, even in a moment, is enough to decide the outcome.

Meng Qiubai, I won this bet." The white madman smiled smirked beside the railing on the second floor.

"Hmph, the game is not over yet, the outcome is not decided yet."

...

"The reaction is really fast." On the martial arts stage, Hou Minghui looked at the bloody wrist knife in his hand, and the smile on his lips became stronger: "Originally, I was not going to use my secret skills. Now, I will let you lose to my secret skills. You are the fifth newcomer I defeated. Don't worry, I will find a treatment warrior to help you cure it."

Dada dada... Hou Minghui walked slowly towards Qin Mo.

While walking towards Qin Mo, Hou Minghui's body was wrapped in spiritual energy hanging down all over his body.

Opposite, Qin Mo's back muscles were clamped, and the wound was clamped, and the bleeding had stopped.

Be careless!

Qin Mo, no matter what, he never expected that there would be defensive runes on Hou Minghui.

"There's nothing." Qin Mo looked at Hou Minghui who was walking slowly, but the confidence in his eyes had not diminished at all!

"Secret skill - Shadow Raid!!!"

Chi-pull-

At this moment, Hou Minghui, who was walking towards Qin Mo, suddenly burst into full force on his body, leaving eight constantly rotating spiritual arcs on the ground of the fighting platform. Each spiritual arc was like a gear harvested by the god of death, and the harsh and sharp cutting sound echoed in everyone's ears.

Hou Minghui's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot as if invisible.

"It's over!" In the air, Hou Minghui's cold voice was delivered, as if it was coming from all directions and could not be captured.

Buzz —
Chapter completed!