Fox Fairy Matchmaker: Dressed as the Silver Moon Guard Commander

Wen Jiu walked up to Nangong Wenzui and said, "I want to see if your so-called genius is worthy of your name."

Nangong Wenzui looked directly into his eyes and said word by word, "You can try."

Just when the two were about to start a fight, there was a sudden cheering sound from the stands, "Come on, son!"

Everyone looked for a voice, and a beautiful woman with luxurious clothes and a plump body stood in the stands and waved and cheered regardless of her image. Time has never defeated beauty. Even after so many years, Wang Quanzui still has her charm.

She knew that the Newcomers Conference happened to be passing by here today, so she came to encourage her son.

Nangong Wenzui smiled when he saw this, waved to Wang Quanzui and said, "Mom! I haven't lost yet!"

Looking at this picture of a loving mother and a filial son, Dongfang Yue felt a little sad in his heart. The carefree image of his mother in his memory perfectly coincided with Wang Quanzui, "If mother were still alive, I'm afraid she would cheer me like this."

After a small interlude, the two were officially ready to start fighting.

Wen Jiu suddenly opened his arms, and the purple arcs around him were actually attached to his arms, as if his arms were covered with a layer of exquisite electrified armor. Wen Jiu stretched out his electrified right arm to provoke He waved to Mu Yunyuan.

"Boom!" Nangong Wenzui didn't talk nonsense at all, and quickly tested with the Flowing Water Rock Fist, but the hit on Wen Jiu's arm was as hard as hitting a bell.

Wen Jiu was also very surprised. He didn't expect Nangong Wen to get drunk so quickly. He almost didn't react just now.

Then he turned his hand and struck Nangong Wenzui with a palm. Nangong Wenzui turned his waist, grabbed Wen Jiu's wrist with one hand and locked his elbow with the other hand, and was about to exert force.

"It's the Split Muscles and Wrong Bones move!" Tushan Yaya shouted in surprise in the stands. If the hundreds of twists and turns just now can still be explained, the origin of this move of the Wrong Bones Move cannot be explained at all. You must know the splitting tendons Wrong Bone Hand is Tushan Shuangjian's self-created martial art. Unless you are very close to him, you cannot learn it at all.

Even Dongfang Dong was puzzled on the first day of the lunar month. He had never seen his master leave Tushan for a long time, so it was naturally impossible to teach this kid the moves. So how did he learn it?

"Wrong Bone Hand? I've heard of this trick before." Wen Jiu looked at Nangong Wenzui and said with a faint smile, "Tear it apart!" Then Nangong Wenzui felt that his hand was empty, and then he realized that Wen Jiu, the sixth child, actually The sleeves were torn.

Because just now his hands were on Wen Jiu's arms, and now he wanted to attack, but he couldn't reach Wen Jiu any faster.

"Bang!" The next second he felt a heavy punch in his lower abdomen, and his stomach was in overwhelming pain, and then he was knocked back about a meter with the soles of his feet close to the ground.

Nangong Wenzui looked at Wen Jiu opposite him, who had only half of his sleeves and a proud look on his face. He only felt interesting in his heart. He was indeed careless just now and didn't take precautions.

Immediately, his figure flashed, turning into an afterimage and disappearing on the spot.

Wen Jiu's expression remained unchanged and his eyes were fixed on the direction of Nangong Wenzui's movement. "Whoosh!" In an instant, he seemed to feel something and turned around to kick behind him, causing a burst of rapid wind, and his feet were wrapped with dazzling Purple lightning.

"Pa!" He did guess Nangong Wenzui's position, but his kick was blocked by Nangong Wenzui's palm.

Wen Jiu felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he could no longer escape now.

I saw Nangong Wenzui's hands dancing like running water, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" followed by fists as fierce as the wind and rain. Each punch was full of power and speed, and the ruthlessness greeted Wen Jiu. .

Wen Jiu tried his best to hold up his hands and try to defend himself against Nangong Wenzui's attack, but the opponent's fists seemed to penetrate from all directions, not giving him any chance to breathe.

"Boom!" With the last punch, Wen Jiu was directly knocked away. "Hiss!" With a sharp friction sound, Wen Jiu used lightning to suck on the ground to prevent him from falling.

At this time, he was already in a state of embarrassment, his nose and face were bruised and swollen from being beaten, and there were many frostbites on his arms. He looked at Nangong Wenzui and chuckled softly and said, "You really surprised me!"

"It's hard to maintain dignity in this situation, isn't it?" Nangong Wenzui mocked as he walked towards Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu didn't answer. The power of thunder and lightning in his hand increased so much that he actually transformed into a purple long knife that flashed with violent thunder and lightning. Blue electric current was wrapped around it. "Zi! Zhi!" with electric light.

"Do you think your knife can be faster than me?" Nangong Wenzui said disdainfully

"How will you know if you don't try!" Wen Jiu roared, holding the knife in both hands and slashing in the direction of Nangong Wenzui. In an instant, the arena was illuminated by a dazzling purple thunder light.

"Whoosh!" Wen Jiu couldn't see the situation in front of him and felt a hurricane coming. A bit of cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and then he felt a wave of cold air rushing towards him, like a flood.

Then he only saw a burst of blood from his chest, and his body flew out of the ring uncontrollably. Wen Jiu didn't know how he lost until the moment before he lost, and then he passed out.

This astonishing scene can only be seen from the stands. Nangong Wenzui started from himself and actually cut a huge knife mark directly on the ring. There was even an astonishing crack on the stands in the distance.

"Huh!" Nangong Wenzui breathed a long sigh of relief, and then turned his attention to Laimu Yunyuan

I saw Mu Yunyuan raising his head and opening his mouth wide, like a vortex in the center of the Pacific sucking all the air around the arena into his mouth.

Mu Yunyuan greedily sucked in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. His muscles all over his body swelled, his hair exploded, his eyes were pale, and his body had a faint golden light.

I saw him unhurriedly punching in the direction of Nangong Wenzui. The golden light on his body and the fist gathered together and were brought out by the force of the fist. It exploded ten feet away. "Boom!" It actually made a big hole in the ring. .

"Too slow" a cold voice sounded. Nangong Wenzui had already left the place and came to Mu Yunyuan like a ghost.

"Swish!" Nangong Wenzui's fist almost turned into an afterimage, hitting Mu Yunyuan's abdomen. But the moment it touched Mu Yunyuan's abdomen, Nangong Wenzui felt as if something had hit his hand. If it sticks, the speed will generally become sluggish.

Mu Yunyuan seized the opportunity and punched down. Nangong Wenzui reacted quickly and twisted his body to avoid it. He took a few steps back. Nangong Wenzui looked at the pink unknown object on his fist and was puzzled.

"Since it's so strange, let's solve it with one strike!" Nangong Wenzui said.

Immediately, Mu Yunyuan's body flashed in front of him, his left hand was placed in the shape of a palm on his chest, and his right hand gathered all the spiritual power in his body, emitting a sparkling golden light.

"Boom!" After a punch, Mu Yunyuan rolled his eyes and passed out without even having a chance to react.

"Contestant Nangong wins!"