Jun Mo had a little toe and his whole body rushed up from his seat, like a stream of light, shooting into the huge arena ahead.
In an instant, the space changed, and a vast world appeared in Junmo's eyes.
This is an independent space, and is surrounded by a vast area.
A figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and a young man with the word Zhao embroidered with the left chest and the number 1735 appeared in front of him.
The Zhao family is a medium-sized family similar to the Hua family in Sky City.
There is no doubt that this young man from the Zhao family is his first round opponent.
"Zhao family, Zhao Yu!"
This young man, sixteen or seventeen years old, looked cold and arrogant. When he saw Jun Mo, he raised his hand and pointed it into a sword: "Boy of the Hua family, you will admit defeat automatically, otherwise I will beat you up so much that even your mother will recognize you.
You won't come out!"
"So arrogant?"
When Junmo saw Zhao Yu from the Zhao family, he was frivolous and arrogant, and made him surrender directly. If he was a slightly weaker person, he would immediately be timid under this momentum, thus causing flaws in the battle.
, finally defeated.
This is a tactic, a momentum tactic. If you despise the enemy, it will make the enemy either timid or impatient, have poor mental strength, and have an imbalance in your mentality, and cannot perform normally in the subsequent battle.
But who is Junmo? How could such a mere trick catch his eye?
What's more, Jun Mo could see at a glance that the little Zhao Yu in front of him was only seven-star control emperor. Although his sword energy was sharp, it was much different from him.
It's just an ant teasing an elephant!
It's indeed arrogant.
Jun Mo didn't speak, and he didn't even move his body. He opened his mouth and blew out in one breath. A breath of lightning was blown out from his mouth, blew out of his mouth, swaying to Zhao Yu.
Before Zhao Yu finished speaking, he had already flew backwards, lying on the ground, spitting blood in big mouthfuls, and his body was covered with dense thunder and lightning injuries. He was seriously injured, and his meridians and heart knots were almost gone.
He was blown away by Jun Mo's breath.
He gently stretched out a finger and flicked into the air. A sharp sword energy shot out. The token on Zhao Yu's waist was broken by Jun Mo with a bang.
Suddenly, Jun Mo heard a thick voice in the air: "First round, the flowers are twenty-seven wins."
The victory and failure of the competition are to smash the opponent's token.
In the central arena, there seems to be a magical and special force that will automatically determine whose token breaks and determine that this person has lost the big game.
Of course, if someone automatically admits defeat and smashes the token by himself, it is OK.
He severely damaged Zhao Yu in one breath, smashed the token, and Jun Mo won the first round of the competition, and then he was sent out of the arena by a force and returned to the seat where the Hua family was originally located.
When he returned to his seat, all the seats in the Hua family were empty, and even the leading deacons at the sky training ground were gone. It seems that once the game begins, all deacons must leave. The competition depends entirely on all majors.
The players of the aristocratic family completed it themselves, and at this time, it seemed that all the contestants in the competition entered the field and were fighting hard. After all, with a strength like Yang Qi, he did not even use a single move, and he could only breathe it in one breath.
There are too few people who are severely injured by the other party.
Yang Qi's combat power is comparable to the nine-star peak control master, and it is even very likely that he is a semi-saint. Especially the immortal soldiers who have been strengthened by Dogo, killing thunder is enough to make Jun Mo easily kill the nine-stars while waving his hand.
The Control Master is simply not comparable to ordinary players.
Under normal circumstances, it still takes some time to fight between ordinary players.
Jun Mo sat upright in his seat, motionless, quietly waiting for the next battle.
"Jun Mo, you came out so soon!"
Hua Xiaoyu flashed, but she was the second winner of the Hua family after Jun Mo. Obviously, this girl also beat the other party down with one move, but Jun Mo was not as fast as Jun Mo.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Ruo and Fang Qingxue also walked out one after another. It seemed that they had solved each other with one move. They nodded slightly, signaled slightly, and then sat back on their seats, closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing, replenished their energy, and prepared for the second time.
wheel.
Jun Mo nodded quietly. He saw that the three of them were breathing smoothly and did not speak much. He was protecting them at all costs. Now he was about to show his skills, which was a little early.
After a while, the contestants from the Hua family walked out of the competition arena one after another. Some are full of spirits. They are the winners, and many are carried out, all of which are symbols of failure and failure.
After a while, the first round of the game will all end.
Among these countless people, some are sad, some are happy, some are worried, some are sad, some are uneasy, and some are full of confidence...
Countless emotions circling over the entire central battlefield.
Jun Mo felt a lot of emotions, his mind calmed down again, and his spiritual consciousness also felt a little fluctuating.
It seems that there are powerful divine fluctuations on the high platform, and it seems that the heads of major families and the strong people who come to watch the ceremony are discussing.
However, even though he knew that there was a saint above, Jun Mo was not stupid enough to spread his spiritual sense to provoke the strong. He also understood that it was only the first round, and it was still early. The real heads of the family and the strong would not be cut off.
At this time, those who started discussions and spoke and exchange were mostly those venerables such as the deacons in the Heavenly Training Field, discussing the situation of the first round of the families.
Dangdangdang!
The distant bell rang out again.
The fierce battle began again.
Jun Mo stood up and followed the token's guidance, he flashed into the central field space again, and the opponent in the second round also appeared.
The opponent in the second round was a young man younger than him, about fourteen or fifteen years old, mature and persistent, and every move was a bit strong. His eyes were even more sharp, and his left chest was embroidered.
There is a platinum Korean character with a number below, which is ninety-seven, indicating that he is a contestant in the Holy Land Competition of No. 97 of Hanjiadi.
As soon as the boy appeared, he did not take action. Instead, he looked at Junmo, smiled and said:
"Han family, Han Yifei, please give me advice!"
Before he finished speaking, an extremely powerful aura rose from the young man's body. A green five-clawed dragon that was hundreds of feet thick and a few years long appeared on his head.
The green dragon winds and entrees, with a mighty dragon power, exuding an unparalleled aura of awe.
Between breaths,.
It is not a life beast, it seems to be a war post, and it also seems to be a super powerful soldier who can transform into shape. Moreover, the breath of the Azure Dragon is intimidating, and it seems that it is constantly changing!
Is it a strange treasure?
Jun Mo's heart thumped slightly. He could see through the boy's strength at a glance. There was only the middle section of the Nine Star Control Emperor, but the aura of this giant dragon was already comparable to that of a pseudo-respecting.
"It's true that it's worthy of being the Han family ranked 19th!"
Jun Mo immediately attributed the young man's methods to the powerful background of his family.
But isn’t it just a weak treasure?
Jun Mo looked at the dragon with a sneer on his face. He stood with his hands behind his back, and he was as strong as the world's storm and the sky was changing. I was alone in laughing proud of the sky.