Are you crazy? The emperor is being robbed of his bride?

The young man was so angry that he was beaten.

"Little Doyle, you dare to show off in front of me."

"Fist spirit! Breaking the mountain style!"

As Mo Fan spoke, a layer of fist spirit was wrapped around his fist, sweeping across the entire ring.

The next moment, he used the basic fist martial arts of the ancient gods and blasted towards the tornado.

The moment the two came into contact, the tornado, which originally carried a mighty power, suddenly stagnated.

Then it slowly broke and disappeared, and the child of the ancient gods also flew out under the violent shock of Mo Fan's fist.

"You dare to show off your power in front of me with just the Mountain Rain Sword Technique."

Mo Fan unconsciously raised his orchid finger and lightly tapped the ancient god clan member who flew backwards.

"How could it be? How could this be? You actually understood the meaning of fist!"

The ancient god clan member's mouth was bleeding. He wanted to get up again, but he tried several times without success.

He was really defeated by Mo Fan's punch. From now on, he will probably become the laughing stock of the entire clan.

"Ring No. 1, Ji Bochang wins!"

As the deacon elder spoke, Mo Fan walked down the ring with his head held high.

"When did Ji Bochang become so powerful?"

"Fist meaning? He actually understood the meaning of fist?"

"One punch, he actually defeated my cousin with one punch."

The ancient god clan members who watched this scene on the stands all showed a look of shock on their faces.

"Tian'er, you are right. There is indeed something wrong with Ji Bochang."

After seeing this scene, Ji Yao, who was sitting on the high platform, became more convinced of Jun Lingtian's guess.

Although he did not pay much attention to Ji Bochang, he had always been ordinary over the years.

The huge changes occurred in recent years.

"Mother, Ji Bochang's current cultivation is not simple. I guess your plan to exile him will be ruined."

Jun Lingtian, who was sitting next to Ji Yao, smiled and said.

"I didn't expect you to see it too."

Ji Yao was a little surprised, but thought it was normal.

Although she didn't know what her son's current cultivation was, it was definitely not the King Realm as rumored by the outside world.

Not even the Emperor Realm. She estimated that his cultivation should be in the Venerable Realm or the Lesser Saint Realm.

"Brother, what are you talking about? What about exile or not?"

Jun Qianling didn't understand the conversation between her eldest brother and mother, so she asked curiously.

"Just watch your game, why are you asking nonsense questions?"

Ji Yao glared at Jun Qianling, who shrank his neck in fear.

As time went by, the 100 games in the field finally ended.

Because there were more than 100,000 people participating in this clan competition, it took several days to line up before Mo Fan's turn.

"Look, Ji Bochang is on the court again."

The audience in the stands, who were originally bored, suddenly became excited when they saw Ji Bochang on the court again.

"Draw your sword!"

The ancient god clan member opposite Mo Fan said.

"Draw your sword? No, no, no! You are not worthy of me drawing my sword."

Mo Fan tilted his head and hooked his finger at the other side provocatively.

"Ji Bochang, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

The ancient god clan member opposite spoke with anger, and then directly drew out the spirit sword in his hand.

"Draw the sword and cut!"

The ancient god clan member shouted, and a huge light blue sword light burst out from the spirit sword.

It struck towards Mo Fan like lightning.

"Fist! Zhenyue!"

As Mo Fan spoke, his fist was not only wrapped in fist, but also blessed by a mountain phantom.

Facing the sword light coming from the opposite side, the Zhenyue phantom shattered the sword light with overwhelming force.

"What?"

The ancient god clan member on the opposite side wanted to resist, but it was too late.

He could only hold the spirit sword across his chest.

The next moment, as expected, a figure flew down from the ring and could not get up again.

"One punch, another punch."

"Did Ji Bochang eat pig feed? Why is he so brave?"

Everyone who knew Mo Fan in the stands was shocked by his performance this time.

"The one just now was my cousin, who was at the initial stage of the Divine Power Realm. I didn't expect that he couldn't even block a punch. What level of cultivation is this Ji Bochang?"

"What? Your cousin at the Divine Power Realm couldn't even block a punch?"

After hearing this, the people at the scene finally stopped looking down on Mo Fan.

In this way, Mo Fan defeated all the enemies along the way and soon broke through the top 100.

And he only threw one punch each time.

So far, no one has made him throw a second punch, let alone draw his sword.

"How is it possible that Ji Bochang actually made it into the top 100?"

When there were only 100 people left, they actually saw Ji Bochang among them.

"He only needs one punch to deal with each opponent, how can he be so strong?"

"It turns out that Ji Bochang had been forbearing before, probably waiting for the clan competition to burst out unexpectedly to attract the attention of the clan leader."

A descendant of the ancient gods speculated.

"What? There is such a scheme? Ji Bochang is really hiding it!"

Others agreed deeply.

"If the clan leader hadn't planned to exile him to Black Coal Mountain, he probably wouldn't have planned to expose himself."

Thinking of this, all the people in the stands who knew Ji Bochang felt a chill in their hearts, after all, they usually mocked Ji Bochang a lot.

Occasionally, they would make things difficult for each other.

Unexpectedly, the other party had been playing the pig to eat the tiger all the time.

"Interesting! This year's clan competition is much more interesting than before."

Ten people are sitting below Ji Yao, and they are the top ten of the last clan competition.

In the middle is Ji Xueluo, who won the first place in the last clan competition, so she became a goddess.

Next to her is Ji Cangqiong, who lost to Ji Xueluo in the last clan competition, so he was the second place.

On the other side of Ji Yao is a strange man with a pair of phoenix eyes, who was the third place in the last competition, named Ji Wushuang.

The words just now came from him.

At this moment, the one hundred Taikoo God Clan monsters standing under the stage all have proud faces.

Being able to be the top one hundred young people of the entire Taikoo God Clan, they do have the capital to be proud.

"The top 50 will compete against each other."

"The number plates in front of you are the sequence of the arena you will compete against."

"The top 50 promotion competition has officially begun."

As the elder of the Great Saint Realm spoke, the 100 disciples of the Ancient God Clan stepped onto the corresponding arena one by one.

"Look, this time Ji Bochang's opponent is actually cousin Ji Lei."

The people who knew Mo Fan well in the stands cast their eyes over immediately.

Even most of the clan members who had not heard of Mo Fan before cast their eyes on Mo Fan's arena.

After all, his previous record was too impressive, and he had become the biggest dark horse in this clan competition.