Chapter 1013 The Bloody Nature of Erlang Meng

"Okay, let's start."

Li Xue nodded and said. Obviously agreed to Gron's agreement.

"Elder, order someone."

Li Mo frowned and said to Meng Kun.

"this……"

Meng Kun hesitated for a moment, but then Meng Kun gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly.

"Mengxuehai! Play the first match!"

Meng Kun pointed to a young man who looked about 27 or 20, and said. This young man named Mengxuehai only has the cultivation base of the middle stage of alchemy, and it looks like the aura floating in his body.

Apparently, Meng Lin gave them special training for the members of the Meng surname clan a few days ago, so Meng Xuehai's cultivation has just broken through and has not yet stabilized.

"I?"

Being clicked by Meng Kun, Meng Xuehai was stunned for a while. But it's all here, it's too shameful not to come at this time.

So Meng Xuehai had no choice but to walk up frowning.

As Meng Xuehai came up, the clansmen of the two cottages retreated, leaving an open space for fighting.

"Ge Yuan, you go!"

It is not Gelong or Gefang who is calling the shots in Godot's cottage. It was the bald, burly man among those ten people. From the looks of it, this man seemed to be the leader among these ten people.

"Okay! Brother Ge Qingshan!"

Although they are both in the late stage of the alchemy state, Ge Yuan actually listened to Ge Qingshan's words very much.

Ge Yuan grinned ferociously and walked up with his fists frustrated.

Sensing Ge Yuan's cultivation in the late stage of alchemy, Meng Xuehai turned pale for a while.

"Boy, come here."

Ge Yuan proudly stretched out a finger to Meng Xuehai, hooked it and said.

Looking at Ge Yuan, who is mad at Tibet, Meng Xuehai actually felt that his footsteps were so heavy that he couldn't even lift them up.

"Don't forget, your surname is Meng!"

Meng Lin from behind said lightly.

Although Meng Lin's voice was not loud, it made Meng Xuehai's eyes tighten. Just listen to Meng Xuehai muttering

"Yes! My surname is Meng! I have the blood of a member of the Meng surname!"

If this sentence was placed twenty days ago, Meng Xuehai would never have said it.

But what Menglin said that day seemed to have opened the shackles that blocked the bloodiness of the Meng clan. Immediately, Meng Xuehai shouted loudly

"Fire Palm!"

As the voice fell, Meng Xuehai's palms suddenly burst into flames. Then Meng Xuehai rushed towards Ge Yuan with arrogance, so what if his cultivation level is high, the bloodiness of my Meng family members cannot allow me to retreat without a fight!

"court death!"

Ge Yuan scolded disdainfully, and then Ge Yuan's hands were also filled with aura. For a moment, Ge Yuan's hands clenched into fists, and these fists were also carrying bursts of flames.

"Fire Fist against Fire Palm..."

Watching the battle on the field, Meng Kun couldn't help but change his expression, and said to Li Mo

"The Raging Fire Fist and the Raging Fire Palm are exercises of the same level, if they are fought by people with the same strength.

Who can win depends on who has a deep understanding of Blazing Palm or Blazing Fist.

In the battle between Xuehai and Ge Yuan, Ge Yuan's cultivation level surpassed that of Xuehai. So Ge Yuan's Raging Fire Fist is stronger than Xue Hai's Raging Fire Palm..."

"Um."

Li Mo nodded and didn't say much.

Meng Kun glanced at Li Mo, and saw that there was no panic in Li Mo's eyes. Meng Kun really didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Li Mo's gourd.

Knowing that the tribe can't beat it, do you still want the tribe to be beaten?

In the open space in the center, the wind of the fist roared and the strength of the palm surged. The battle between the two is like four flames fighting together, making the surrounding temperature rise slowly.

As everyone guessed, it starts with the engagement. Meng Xuehai's fiery palms were at a disadvantage, and he could only be beaten by Ge Yuan.

And Meng Xuehai is not only not as powerful as Ge Yuan in terms of aura, but also not as thick as Ge Yuan in the late stage of alchemy.

So not long after the battle, Meng Xuehai was coaxed away by Ge Yuan because the aura in his body couldn't keep up.

But even so, Meng Xuehai still endured the severe pain in his body and stood up with difficulty. Meng Xuehai, who was covered in injuries, looked at Ge Yuan with firm eyes. keep saying

"Meng's surname is Erlang, he is bloody!"

After all, Meng Xuehai rushed towards Ge Yuan again. But waiting for Meng Xuehai's fate is to be knocked into the air again, and the injuries on his body are even worse.

But Meng Xuehai is like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. Every time he is beaten to the ground, he stands up again. Muttering, "Meng's surname is Erlang, he is bloody!" '

After all, Meng Xuehai rushed up again and was beaten to the ground by Ge Yuan.

Gradually, Ge Yuan lost his patience. The strikes became more and more serious, although the copycat Xiaobi allowed life and death to appear.

But there is no such bloody enmity, and members of the Jiuli tribe seldom go to death. So Ge Yuan didn't take Meng Xuehai's life the previous few times.

Of course, if Meng Xuehai was replaced by Li Mo. Ge Yuan will kill without hesitation.

"Enough! Admit defeat!"

Seeing that Meng Xuehai was still persisting, Li Mo gave a loud shout. Li Mo knew that if he continued to fight, Meng Xuehai would definitely die.

"I can't admit defeat! Can't..."

Meng Xuehai, who was struggling to persist, shouted weakly, but before he could say a few words, Meng Xuehai passed out.

Afraid that Ge Yuan would kill him again, so after seeing Meng Xuehai fainted. Meng Kun rushed up immediately and carried Meng Xuehai back.

"The old patriarch..."

Holding Meng Xuehai in front of Meng Lin, Meng Kun said. Meng Kun didn't say a word to Li Mo, it was obvious that seeing Meng Xuehai being beaten like this, Meng Kun was not angry anymore.

Meng Lin glanced at Meng Xuehai, and then Meng Lin put his palm on Meng Xuehai's wrist. A trace of spiritual energy from the powerhouse in the fairyland slowly entered Meng Xuehai's body, helping Meng Xuehai to heal his wounds.

The spiritual energy of the strong in the fairyland has little effect on the strong in the Nascent Soul and even the strong in the golden core. However, the effect of healing the strong ones in the alchemy state or the spirit-leading state is exceptionally good.

And here, Menglin said "thank you" to Li Mo.

"Old patriarch?"

Meng Kun asked in puzzlement, Meng Xuehai was beaten like this. Although Li Mo did not do it, Li Mo is also responsible for it. Why do you thank him?

"Although the hard training in the past few days has made our members of the Meng surname clan break through some cultivation bases. But everyone's strength has only increased, but their confidence has not.

The bloodiness of my dream surname Erlang was punched out, not just talked about! "

Meng Lin looked at Meng Kun seriously, and said

"Don't look at Ge Yuan beating Xuehai very badly, but Xuehai's blood spirit of a man surnamed Meng has been stimulated. I believe Xuehai will become an indomitable man in the future. Don't you think I should thank Li Mo? "

"So... the patriarch is trying to use Ge Yuan to experience the sea of ​​learning?"

Meng Kun said in surprise, Meng Kun never thought of these things. Then Meng Kun faced Li Mo, bowed deeply, and said apologetically

"Patriarch, I'm sorry..."

Thinking of the patriarch's good intentions, he had misunderstood the patriarch before. Mengkun blamed himself deeply.

"It's okay. Arrange for the next one."

Li Mo waved his hand and said.

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