Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 49
The West Campus is the Imperial Army training camp on the west side of Yujing City, but it used to be an important place for the army, but today it is crowded with people, all of whom are people from the capital who came to watch the excitement after hearing the news and people from the martial arts world.

The bustling crowd surrounded the entire school grounds, with Liu An and King Chu each occupying one side, with a clear distinction between them.

Liu An's face was a little nervous. His prestige was too low. If he lost in front of so many people, it would be even more embarrassing.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. Since I want to compete, I am sure of it." Mo Chen's words contained great confidence.

Perhaps infected by Mo Chen's temperament, Liu Anxin also calmed down.

The King of Chu over there is calm. In terms of martial arts, no one can compare with Zuo Ziliang, but he still has some uneasiness in his heart. Taoist Xuanfei wanted to help him get rid of Liu An two days ago, but who would have expected that he would never return Well, Taoist Xuanfei is a capable person, even if he couldn't kill Liu An, there must be some experts around him.

As far as who the expert is, he really didn't doubt Mo Chen, after all, in his eyes, anyone who can subdue Taoist Xuanfei must be a Taoist priest if not a monk.

Zuo Ziliang sat under the ring very quietly, didn't speak, and his dark face showed no expression, but his demeanor of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, his demeanor of a proper master, made people feel that he was extraordinary just by looking at him.In contrast, the young and handsome Mo Chen is not so convincing.

Yesterday, he defeated the Crazy Swordsmen with one punch, avenged his old friend, and established his prestige with the King of Chu. Thinking of the promise made by the King of Chu to him, he couldn't help but feel hot inside. , He practiced martial arts hard, didn't he seek such wealth and honor that would last for his descendants?

The sun quickly moved overhead, and it was noon.

There was no referee either, Zuo Ziliang turned over and easily climbed onto the ring. Mo Chen could only go up the steps slowly step by step.

"Look at this momentum, I bet Zuo Ziliang 1000 taels, I'm sure I'll win!" A middle-aged man dressed in rich clothes said to the people next to him.

"Zuo Ziliang is the best player in the world, he will definitely win if he wins, but the odds are [-] to [-], which is a bit too low." It was a fat man behind him who spoke.

"What's wrong with being low? That little boy is tall. He pays [-] per dollar. Do you dare to suppress him?" the middle-aged man said again.

"Brother Wang, I really beat one or two, what if I win?" It was the middle-aged man's companion who spoke.

"In case of victory, Zuo Ziliang's subordinates are still in case? I'm afraid you don't want this tael of silver."

……

The audience's comments in the arena were almost similar to this, and they all bet on Zuo Ziliang, thinking that he would win.

On the field, Zuo Ziliang looked contemptuously when he saw Mo Chen dressed as the young master coming up, and he said, "You yellow-mouthed kid, I'm afraid you don't know Zuo's reputation, so you should quickly admit defeat, lest you hurt your life."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's do it!"

"My size has gone through more than three hundred battles, and I have over a hundred dead souls under a pair of iron palms. No one has ever dared to talk to me like this."

"Jijiwaiwai, fight or not?" Mo Chen was a little impatient, he hadn't figured out how to defeat this man, whether he would blow him up with a punch, or pretend to be a martial arts master to fight him, but It seems that I don't know how to box and kick.

It's true, when the great white ape taught the exercises back then, there were all kinds of messes, except for martial arts and combat skills and other hand-to-hand skills.

"Boy is presumptuous!"

Zuo Ziliang roared angrily, and with a wave of his arm, a casserole-sized fist hit Mo Chen in the face.

The strength of the fist is not small, and it is erratic in the air. For a while, it is difficult to see the exact position of the punch, and along with the fist, there is also a fighting spirit that dominates the world and wins all battles.

Sure enough, when an ugly person meets a handsome one, he always wants to slap him in the face, Mo Chen complained secretly.

No matter how strong a mortal's fighting spirit is, no matter how mysterious his boxing skills are, in the eyes of a celestial monster, they are all just playing around. Even if Mo Dust stands here and lets him fight for ten days and ten nights, nothing will happen to him. Ziliang was exhausted.

If you want to slap me in the face, it's up to you?

Mo Chen pushed lightly with his palm, blocking the path of the fist.

The fists and palms intersected, but Mo Chen didn't feel the slightest sense of force. The moment the fist touched Mo Chen's palm, like a slippery loach, it slipped over the palm and hit Mo Chen's chest.

Looking at Mo Chen's somewhat surprised face, Zuo Ziliang wore a smile on his black face. Many enemies thought they could block his fists, but they were all defeated by him in the end.

Won!
No one had ever survived a punch from Zuo Ziliang.

when!
There was a dull sound, as if it hit a big iron block.

"King Kong doesn't break the body, you are a martial artist who cultivates the body?" Zuo Ziliang was shocked. After being punched by himself, this person was fine, but the shock made his fist hurt. Could it be that he has practiced external skills to a perfect state?

Martial arts are indeed interesting, even ordinary people's martial arts can catch Mo Chen by surprise in close combat, although that little strength is like scratching an itch.

Refinement?

Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu is indeed a body training method, Mo Chen nodded slightly.

No wonder he dared to challenge himself at a young age. It turned out that he had perfected his external cultivation. Zuo Ziliang's eyes had a hint of understanding, but he was still more confident. It's not like he had never met a master of body training, and he had other methods.

The dialogue is dialogue, but he didn't stop punching and kicking. Each punch and kick carried a strong wind and attacked along various mysterious traces. Although Mo Chen saw through it repeatedly, he changed too many moves and still suffered a lot of punches. There is still a weak force in the fists and feet that penetrates directly into the inner organs, but unfortunately it has no effect on Mo Chen.

kindness?
The strength of beating cattle across the mountain can't break his external skills?
Zuo Ziliang was a little surprised. In the past, he usually used this skill to deal with foreign masters.

The people off the field didn't know what was going on in his heart. Everyone saw that Mo Chen blocked left and right as if he didn't know martial arts. It was dwarfed by comparison, but he still received a lot of punches and kicks. He looked like he was about to lose.

Liu An's heart almost jumped out of his throat, Mo Chen didn't even fight back once; while King Chu had a smile on his lips, Zuo Ziliang became the master of the prince, how many days can Liu An live?

Suddenly, Zuo Ziliang inhaled suddenly when the attack was ineffective, his chest swelled up like a big bellows, his face flushed red, and then he spit towards Mo Chen's eyes, and unexpectedly spit out a stick of extremely sharp The sword energy came.

No matter how hard a master of external cultivation practiced, it was impossible for him to reach the level of his eyes. If he was caught off guard, he would surely be pierced through his brain from the eye socket by this sword energy and die!

I wipe, mouth gun?Mouth cheap, bah, mouth sword!
Mo Chen was really shocked. This is the first time he has seen people fight with their mouths. Is the mouth strong?

It's a pity to disappoint you.

If the fists and feet changed suddenly when they were in close contact with Mo Chen, Mo Chen couldn't stop it, but the sword energy was shining brightly, and it would not change the trajectory. Mo Chen stretched out his palms and spread them on his eyes.

With a bang, all the sword energy hit the palm of the hand, and that palm didn't even turn red...

(End of this chapter)