Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2250 Unwritten rules
Xu Meng kept roaring, trying to get out of this dangerous situation.

But he found that his body was a little out of control, and he could only fall into Mo Xian's mysterious rhythm, getting faster and faster.

He found that he was like a hammer now, and could only be passively wielded by his master.

His thoughts coincided with Mo Xian's, and Mo Xian really regarded him as a forging hammer.

"Strange, it's quite handy. I wonder if it can be used to forge Lingbao."

At this moment, the weird idea in Mo Xian's mind kept wandering, if it wasn't for the wrong timing, he would even put it into action.

Around the battle platform, everyone was a little stunned.

In this simulated battle arena, Xu Meng has always hit people, and no one else has hit him before, this time it is new.

Mo Xian consciously regarded the simulated battle platform as a huge piece of material, and used Xu Meng to forge and temper it, and there was no sense of disobedience.

And Xu Meng's green bars are also getting fewer and fewer under this kind of strange forging.

In the end, Mo Xian directly smashed Xu Meng to the ground, and then directly hit Xu Meng's chest with his knee, without giving him any chance.

"Boom..."

With a loud noise, Xu Meng's figure was bowed directly by Mo Xian, showing a very strange posture, and the green bar on his head was completely empty.

"Xu Meng is defeated!"

After a short period of silence, admiration and applause immediately came to mind.

This simulated battle was undoubtedly very exciting, and everyone even knew through Mo Xian that the original battle could still be carried out in this way.

That kind of feeling is like walking on thin ice, but the sense of joy after success is probably also extremely strong.

"Tch, I didn't expect this guy to be really capable." Han Ling'er pouted, looking a little sullen.

She was going to wear Mo Xian's little shoes. If Mo Xian was too powerful, the little shoes might not be easy to wear.

The faces of Zhou Xun, Mao Li and the others were even more ugly, obviously suffering another huge blow.

They thought that losing to Mo Xian was just a coincidence, and they were very unwilling.

But Mo Xian defeated Xu Meng at this time, instantly shattering the trace of luck in their hearts.

If it was them, it would be absolutely impossible for them to win in the simulated battle with Xu Meng.

What's more, now that Mo Xian has broken through again, it is impossible for them to break through in the short term.

This made them fully aware of the gap between themselves and Mo Xian, especially Zhou Xun. Even if it wasn't a one-stroke agreement, he would still be no match for Mo Xian.

"It seems that we all made a huge mistake in treating him as a new disciple." Zhou Xun smiled bitterly and sighed.

"Senior Brother Xu Meng, I've accepted it!" Mo Xian said as he clasped his fist at Xu Meng.

"There's nothing to give or take, I just lost, but I'm afraid this third match won't be so easy." Xu Meng said slowly, with a strange gleam in his deep eyes.

Although he lost, his fighting spirit was obviously fully aroused.

Now the two sides are considered to be tied, and the next third game will become a decisive game, which makes everyone look forward to it.

As for the result, no one dares to jump to conclusions.

In addition, Mo Xian found that after defeating Xu Meng, his points here directly increased by [-] points.

According to this calculation, it seems that Lin Zhou only needs to win more than 300 points to reach his current score.

But he knew that the actual situation was not the case. At the beginning, the points increased rapidly, adding one hundred at a time.

However, with the increase of points, the points for winning will be greatly reduced. After reaching a certain stage, you can only get one point for winning a game.

And if you win, you lose points.

Less at first, then much less.

If it is in the top ten, it may take a long time to make up for losing a game.

This also fully shows that Linzhou's [-] points are not easy to come by. Even if he wins every game, he still needs to fight an unknown number of times.

This requires not only strength, but also long-term accumulation.

Similarly, although Xu Meng's score was nearly half that of Lin Zhou's, it was obvious that he had gone through a lot of tempering.

In this third match, it was obviously not easy for Mo Xian to win.

"Big man, it's so boring to fight like this all the time. I heard that you have an unwritten rule here." At this time, Han Ling'er said suddenly, with a strange smile on her face, obviously fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"This……"

Hearing this, everyone was a little dumbfounded.

This is not a rule, and of course most people know it.

That is, both sides of the proposed war need to take out an equal amount of things, and the winning side can take away the other side's.

To put it bluntly, it is a bet against each other.

This isn't mandatory either, but it makes the mock-ups a lot more interesting.

Basically, most people don't reject this rule, but respect it very much. After all, gambling is also an incentive. No one wants to hand over what they have earned through hard work, so they can only work harder and harder to win.

However, because of the special nature of this planned battle, no one mentioned this rule, but it was unexpected that Han Ling'er actually brought it up.

"Little sister, this is not good, aren't you sincerely making trouble?" Dong Qi whispered from the side.

"Tch, don't you men like to be competitive, why are you getting discouraged at critical moments." Han Ling'er spat softly, although the voice was not loud, but it was very clear, making many people around them blush.

"Uh, let me ask, what is this unwritten rule?" Mo Xian scratched his head embarrassedly and said.

"I don't even know here, but I dare to come to the virtual battle stage to hang out. Simply put, it's just a bet..." Han Linger explained with a smile, but that smile always made people feel a little bit of good intentions.

"Is there such a rule?" After hearing this, Mo Xian became even more suspicious.

"There is, but it's not mandatory." Linzhou said.

"Although it's not mandatory, it's already a convention." Han Ling'er said quickly, afraid that Mo Xian would not agree.

"In that case, I'll use Bingyuanzhi." After Mo Xian pondered for a while, there was already a crystal clear plant in the palm of his hand that exuded bursts of cold air, which looked very much like Ganoderma lucidum.

His idea is also very simple, although it is not compulsory, but he is a newcomer, and he generally expresses it as an active atmosphere.

This Bingyuanzhi is a plant in the medicine garden, which contains a rather pure and strong cold air.

He knew that Beihuangdian liked similar genius treasures, so he took them out.

In his eyes, this Bingyuanzhi is not an unusually rare plant.

However, what I didn't expect was that when I saw Bing Yuanzhi, there was an uproar all around.

"I'm not mistaken, it turned out to be a Bingyuanzhi plant. Could it be that he is a child of a powerful family?"

"It must be, otherwise how could it be so extraordinary."

"Is this guy really an invisible rich man?" Seeing what Mo Xian took out, Han Ling'er, the instigator, began to look a little unnatural.

Although the result hasn't come out yet, not everyone can take out a Bingyuanzhi at will, after all, it is very likely to become someone else's property.

(End of this chapter)