The Lord of Ghost

Time passed in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, it was already half a month later.

[Ancient Dragon Dynasty], [Land of King Dawen].

Mo Li was wearing a neat martial arts uniform, with a strong physique, a smile of white teeth, and a friendly light.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" The martial arts hall next to him looked at the practitioners under the stage and asked.

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.

Under the circular martial arts arena, there were already many losers crying for their parents.

These people, without exception, were hit by Mo Li's punch.

The sunken chest, broken ribs, and collapsed walls all told of Mo Li's cruelty.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" The military officer asked for the second time.

"I'll do it!"

As he said that, the man in black robe jumped up, and his breath was agitated, and a strong power wave was spread.

"Early stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm!" Some audience members frowned. The aura of the man in black robe was extremely strong and it was not easy to deal with.

"It's hard to say. After all, the guy named Mo Li on the stage is also very strange, and his physical strength is fierce."

The man in black robe: "I am Nangong Qing, and I come to ask for advice."

"Is he a disciple of the Nangong family?" A cry of surprise sounded.

The Nangong family is a prosperous family in [Dawen Royal Land]. They hold great power in the royal court. Even the royal family avoids the Nangong family. It can be said that they are powerful and unscrupulous.

The strength of their family disciples far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.

"Since the death of the royal ancestor, the people of the Nangong family have become more and more arrogant and domineering. The entire [King's Land] is almost named Nangong."

There were a lot of discussions around, and they looked in the direction of the Nangong family from time to time, for fear of being seen.

"I heard that everyone in your Nangong family is very strong, so let's try it today." Mo Li smiled brightly, without any nervousness.

"I'm afraid you can't afford it!" As he said, the black-robed man's clothes fluttered, his spiritual energy was agitated, and white light gathered between his palms.

The biggest difference between [Shenzang Realm] and [Spirit Sea Realm] is the use of spiritual energy.

The former can only use pure physical strength, while the latter can perform various magic skills. The difference between the two is huge.

"It's the Heaven Shaking Palm, the famous killer move of the Nangong family." Someone with sharp eyes saw it.

The palm print of the black-robed man glowed, and with the roar of spiritual energy, a huge palm print formed above Mo Li, and Mo Li's figure looked particularly small at this moment.

"It's over, Nangong Qing has practiced the Heaven Shaking Palm to perfection, and this battle is very close to Mo Li."

At this, Mo Li just smiled frivolously: "Watch out, this punch will be very strong!"

But before he could finish his words, the figure that came in an instant suddenly blurred, and the speed exceeded the sonic boom.

Boom! Bang!

Two consecutive sonic booms hit the audience's heart like meteors.

Everyone was dumbfounded, the familiar scene, the sudden attack of the fist, completely unreasonable.

"Look, Nangong Qing is disfigured!" An exclamation from somewhere attracted everyone's attention.

On the wall, Nangong Qing, who was curled up like a mature shrimp, was embedded inside, half of his face was severely sunken, like a monster, and his eyeballs fell off.

"The Nangong family's [Heaven Shaking Palm] is indeed well-deserved, I almost lost!" Mo Li showed his big white teeth and boasted seriously.

But this amiable smile was a bit annoying.

The disciples of the Nangong family had dark faces, and others wanted to laugh but could only hold it back.

It was really a slap in the face, and it was the Nangong family's face that was slapped, and the movement was very loud.

"Your Excellency is very strong, but I am better."

"So, is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

Mo Li faced the direction of the Nangong family and hooked his eyebrows, his intention was obvious.

The disciples of the Nangong family were eager to move, and they almost wanted to press Mo Li to the ground, but no one came forward. They all looked at Nangong Wentian, who was also the current patriarch, next to the main seat.

At this time, Mo Li continued to add fuel to the fire:

"There won't be no one left, right? Are they all ants?"

Then, he looked at the Nangong family with a bright smile:

"I didn't mention a particular family! It's just that the "peerless monster" named Nangong Qing was too strong and was knocked away by my punch."

"So I was wondering if the people in a certain family are all... trash?"

"Hey! What are you so excited about! Whether I named them or not, why are you so eager to jump out and admit it?"

Mo Li unscrupulously angered the Nangong family.

"You brat! You must die today!" Someone from the Nangong family was so angry that he threatened.

"My Nangong family will avenge today's shame!" Many people jumped up and threatened to cut Mo Li into pieces.

"Okay, okay, I heard all your weak threats." Mo Li scratched his fishy ears and completely ignored the other party's shouting.

"A bunch of guys who can only bark like dogs, come up if you have the guts. If I don't beat you up, I'm not Mo Li."

"No way? Don't you have any guts? You don't even dare to come up? You might as well take this opportunity to enter the palace and become eunuchs."

"You! You!" An elder couldn't stand this tone, and immediately felt a tightness in his chest, almost unable to breathe.

"Master, I'd like to go on stage and teach this ignorant rogue a lesson!" A disciple looked at Nangong Wentian, who was in the main seat, and asked for instructions.

Nangong Wentian's face was gloomy, but he still looked calm.

"Your Majesty, what do you think? Why not let these ignorant young men in my family go on stage? They are used to being arrogant, and it's time to teach them a lesson and let them know that there are always people better than you."

The king turned his eyes to Mo Li, showing a concerned look: "Friend Mo, you must be tired after so many competitions, why don't you fight again another day?"

He cherishes talent and thinks Mo Li is a good seedling.

This competition was originally to recruit talents for the royal family, but the Nangong family intervened and had an obvious intention to suppress them.

With Mo Li's talent, he will definitely be the mainstay of the royal family in the future. He doesn't want to be strangled by the Nangong family, so he specially found a way out for the other party.

Mo Li: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I won't stop until I beat the useless disciples of a certain family to the ground."

The king looked worried, although he felt comfortable slapping the Nangong family in the face: "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely true."

"Okay then." The king had no choice but to see that Mo Li had made up his mind, and randomly took out a pill emitting green energy and threw it to Mo Li.

"Friend Mo has fought several battles and needs some time to recover his strength. The prime minister should have no objection, right?" He looked at Nangong Wentian next to him.

"Of course it's fine." Nangong Wentian didn't say anything, but his eyes said it all.

Killing this arrogant guy Mo Li will let the world know that the majesty of the Nangong family cannot be challenged.

Mo Li took the pill, even though he didn't need it, but he still pretended.

Soon, an incense stick of time passed.

Mo Li stood up from his meditation, pointed in the direction of the Nangong family, and made a pre-war declaration:

"Are you ready? Trash!"

"Let me feel whether your lovely threat is as weak as your strength."