Loudly!

There was a sound of metal and iron clanging, and the bone blade collided with the mountain axe to produce sparks.

Putting away the mountain axe, Mo Tian saw that his bone blade was already full of gaps.

It is estimated that after a few more hits, it will be smashed into pieces by the mountain axe.

However, Mo Tian noticed that his bone blade was slowly healing.

"The strength is not much worse than that of the mountain axe. The key is that it can recover continuously, which is convenient to use."

Mo Tian nodded.

Mo Tian has basically never used the bone blade on his forearm.

In the freshman competition where weapons cannot be used, this bone blade should be able to play a miraculous effect.

Mo Tian checked the time and found that it was only past one o'clock in the morning.

Because of the ten times the flow rate, he has been in the cultivation space for more than four hours.

Mo Tian didn't want to go back to rest either, so he simply practiced several martial arts skills he knew in this training space.

By the way, Mo Tian chose a few martial arts brands to fight with him.

The next day, eight in the morning.

laugh!

The jet sounded.

The door of the training room opened.

Mo Tian walked out from inside.

He stayed in the cultivation space for almost four days, and only spent one night outside.

For these four days, Mo Tian did nothing but practice his martial arts.

City Destroying Palm, Mo Tian can already condense twenty times the power of blood!

If it weren't for the artificial intelligence warning that the practice space might be blown up, Mo Tian would have experimented with twenty times the power of the bloodline.

Mo Tian wondered, when to find a beast tide to try.

Except for City Destroying Palm, Eight-tone Fist and Bull Demon Fist, there is still no progress.

Mo Tian felt a little bit about the Bull Demon Fist, but he still had no concrete clue about the third level of Bull Demon Undefeated.

Buzz!

The communicator vibrated, it was Wang Meng.

"Oh, my God, what's the matter, my dear second son?" Mo Tian deliberately said in an interpreter's voice.

Wang Meng's head was suddenly full of black lines.

"Shall we go to the qualifiers together?"

Wang Meng still asked.

"Oh, of course! My dear second son!"

Wang Meng wanted to hang up the phone directly.

"By the way, where is Mina? Call Mina together."

Mo Tian suddenly remembered and said.

"Mina is retreating to break through the battle king, and it is estimated that she will be able to leave the customs tomorrow."

Wang Meng replied.

Mo Tian was a little surprised when he heard this, "Mina is going to break through to the King of War?"

Seeing Mo Tian's surprised look, Wang Meng was immediately annoyed.

"No, you guy. Improving your own strength is like riding a rocket. Why are you so surprised when someone else becomes the king of battle?"

"Because I worked very hard! And, the degree of hard work is beyond your imagination!"

Mo Tian said with a serious face.

After all, the flow of time in my cultivation space is ten times faster than outside!

Snapped!

Wang Meng finally couldn't help it, and hung up the communicator.

……

After meeting at the school gate, Mo Tian got into Wang Meng's car and drove to the competition point.

boom!

Next to it, a pure white sports car passed by.

Seeing this sports car, Mo Tian felt a little familiar.

"Whose car is this?" Mo Tian asked.

"Bailong's." Wang Meng replied casually.

"That's strange. I've never seen Bailong's car before, so why do you think it looks familiar?"

Mo Tian was puzzled.

……

When Mo Tian and Wang Meng arrived at the competition point, there was already a sea of ​​people outside the competition point.

I don't know, I thought it was some idol holding a concert.

"Wait, don't move around here, I'll call my eldest son over here."

Mo Tian said to Wang Meng.

"Get lost!" Wang Meng replied.

Squeezing around in the crowd, Mo Tian finally found Wu Yong.

When Mo Tian saw Wu Yong's appearance, he was taken aback.

At this time, Wu Yong was dyed a soaring fiery red broom head, wearing a red leather jacket, red jeans underneath, and a pair of red combat boots.

"New Year's Eve?" Mo Tian looked at Wu Yong puzzled.

"What is Chinese New Year?" Wu Yong was a little puzzled.

"It's not Chinese New Year, why are you dressed so festively?"

"Get lost!" Wu Yong cursed.

"What do you know, this is called styling! I spent 50 yuan and asked Tom, the most powerful stylist in Shanghai, to do it for me!"

"It is said that hundreds of millions of people will watch this competition for freshmen. To stand out from so many people, appearance is very important!"

"This time, I want to become a hit and become famous!"

Wu Yong said confidently.

"What's the use of being popular? Can it improve your strength?" Mo Tian asked.

"If you become popular, you will have money! Among the twelve new stars, the top three have already received endorsements!"

"That Guikemu accepted an advertisement for armor, and the endorsement fee is directly one billion!"

Wu Yong said.

"Then you said, I defeated him, can I win the endorsement?"

Mo Tian's heart skipped a beat.

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"No." Wu Yong shook his head.

"why?"

"It's too expensive to snatch endorsements. When the time comes, won't it be good for you to take the first place and then pick those endorsements slowly?"

Wu Yong said.

"That's right, I'm already number one. How can I still be worthy of a billion-dollar endorsement?" Mo Tian reacted.

Wang Meng, who was standing next to him, wanted to run away when he heard the conversation between Wu Yong and Mo Tian.

However, there were too many people around, and he was small, so it was very difficult to squeeze out.

So, next, while waiting, Wang Meng automatically blocked the conversation between Mo Tian and Wu Yong.

Although there were a lot of people, the organizers handled it very efficiently.

Soon, some contestants were carried out on stretchers.

Seeing these injured players, the noisy crowd just now fell silent.

Except for Mo Tian and others from the No. [-] martial arts school, the other martial arts schools have never even entered the burrow.

The wounded on the stretcher, like a ladle of cold water, poured on their heads.

In particular, there were two or three wounds with viscera and intestines blown out, which frightened these people very much.

However, after awakening the blood, the physique will be strengthened several times, and the injured person is basically not in danger of life.

If life is really in danger, the referee will take action during the game.

After queuing for half an hour, it was finally Mo Tian's turn.

The three of Mo Tian were directly assigned to the three arenas.

The rules of the qualifiers are very simple: if you win three times in the ring, you will be eligible to enter the official competition!

At the same time, in order to prevent someone from colluding and maliciously swiping the number of wins, each person loses up to three times, and if there are more, they will be disqualified.

Mo Tian and Wang Meng are both S-rank bloodlines, and there is absolutely no problem entering the official competition.

Wu Yong is an A-level, or an elemental system, and it is not difficult for him to enter the official competition.

"Mo...Mo Tian?"

On the ring, a young man saw that his opponent was Mo Tian, ​​and his face turned pale.

"Admit defeat." Mo Tian crossed his arms and said.

"I...I want to try..."

Seeing the bulging muscles and bulging veins on Mo Tian's arms, the boy was a little scared.

"Okay then, you attack here."

Mo Tian nodded.

The young man focused his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Mo Tian, ​​punching Mo Tian's waist!

The moment he swung his fist, a layer of ice crystals appeared on the boy's arm.

Snapped!

This punch hit Mo Tian's waist, the ice crystals shattered, and the boy's arm was directly broken.

Mo Tian grabbed the boy and threw him out of the ring.

As long as it is out of the ring, or is knocked down, it is considered a loss.

Next, two more came on stage.

Like that boy, although they knew they were not Mo Tian's opponents, they still couldn't help but try.

After all, they are all about the same age, and I still feel a little unconvinced.

Of course, the result was the same, they were thrown off stage by Mo Tian.

In the audience, many people were extremely surprised to see that Mo Tian won three games in a row without using the power of his blood.

"The No. 100 Martial Arts School obviously has more than [-] recommended places, why do you have to come to the competition if you don't recommend it?"

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