Mo Xi took Nan Yan back to the stands. Nan Feichen came over to see his daughter had nothing to do. He wanted to complain a few times, but looking at her daughter's hard work, he swallowed those complaining words, but just snorted, "You girl, see if you dare to do it next time."

"I'm not dead again. It's so urgent. It's not too late to scold me when I die!"

"You..., I really have no way to deal with you. Go back and rest quickly!"

Seeing that Nanyan was very exhausted, Mo Xi was afraid that something would happen to her. He immediately carried Nanyan to the place behind the stands where there was no one. He gently placed Nanyan on the soft mat and asked softly: "How is it? Is your heartbeat fast? Are you feeling chest tightness? Is there any chills on the back?"

"Well, I sweat too much, I feel a little exhausted, my chest is very tight, my heart is very panicked, but my back is not cold."

"Okay, then there's nothing big about it, give me your hand!"

"What! What are you going to do?"

There was no one around. Nan Yan's heart moved when Mo Xi asked her to hand over her, and her face turned red. She thought Mo Xi wanted to be intimate with her while there was no one.

Seeing her face turn red, Mo Xi shook her head with a wry smile, pulled Nan Yan's hand, slowed down her vitality, and passed a stream of vitality to Nan Yan in a very gentle way.

Nan Yan then realized what Mo Xi meant, and his face turned red. He calmly received his breath. Mo Xi's vitality was countless times better than Nan Yan, and he passed it over. Although it didn't spread much, Nan Yan's sweat immediately stopped. He was not panicked or breathing. It seemed that a warm current was slowly flowing in his chest, and his limbs were secretly experiencing strength.

At this time, on the ring outside, the second son of the tree demon team, Yan Xiong, walked onto the ring with big stances. The guy's steps were steady, and there seemed to be a suction cup on the soles of his feet, so he could step on the side wall of the ring and walk in the middle.

From the stands of the Toyoshi Martial Arts Hall, you can just see Yan Xiong going up the stage from the side, and everyone was surprised. Nan Feichen knew that this was because Yan Xiong had roots and tiny suction cups on the roots, so that he could walk on the side wall. If he fought on the ground and Yan Xiong used a suction cup to suck the ground, it would definitely be difficult to be knocked down. Killing an Evil Eagle No Pan is not a special thing. As soon as Yan Xiong came on the stage, the atmosphere of the Toyoshi Martial Arts Hall was suppressed again. Nan Feichen frowned and took a deep breath.

Yan Xiong got on the ring, and slapped his palms, and a strong wind stimulated from his palms. With just this force of slapping, a huge wind blew, and the hair of the people on the stands on all sides was blown by the huge wind.

"Boy Ximo, come here, you kill our pets, but Nuopan has to be killed if he doesn't have the ability to kill people. This is his worthy, but this revenge must be avenged!"

Mo Xi was in the back of the stand to heal Nan Yan's injuries. When he heard Yan Xiong's call, he slowly retracted his energy, patted Nan Yan's shoulder lightly, and said softly: "Leave the next one to me. You have a good rest and don't move your energy, otherwise you will recover slowly."

"I want to see you fight."

"Um."

"Be careful."

Nan Yan was used to being cheerful and had joked with Mo Xi from time to time, but at this time there was no one around, she felt a little shy. She felt that her heart was beating hard. Seeing that Mo Xi was going to go on stage to fight, although she knew that Mo Xi was extremely capable, she still couldn't help but worry.

"Okay, I know, I'll be careful."

Mo Xi took a deep breath, pulled up his body, wiped his right hand on the wall, flew horizontally to the side of the stands, put his legs on Nan Feichen's side, gently pressed on Nan Feichen's shoulder, and smiled and said, "Master Nan Pavilion, you all rest, I'll do it."

Of course, Nan Feichen cannot take action in this game. Nan Feichen is obviously not Yan Xiong's opponent, and Mo Xi must come on the court. However, Nan Feichen is embarrassed to frequently trouble Mo Xi, so he can't say something. At this time, Mo Xi carefully observed the human relationship and took the initiative to appear again after a game. Nan Feichen is a person who has been experienced for a long time. Naturally, he praised Mo Xi's actions and was polite.

Mo Xi is not the kind of person who talks too much. He nodded slightly to Nan Feichen, pulled up his body, and drifted straight to the ring with a whoosh. This time he was flat and fast, and he had a very good grasp of strength. His feet just rubbed against the edge of the ring, and his body was slightly swaying in the wind, making him speechless. The people in the stands had long been looking forward to Mo Xi appearing again. When he saw Mo Xi come out, he shouted.

However, this Yan Xiong is obviously not easy to deal with. With his magic power with his two-pal blow just now, it may not be lower than Moxi's mana. Many people were worried about Moxi, not knowing what the outcome would be in the end when the two of them fought each other. Win or lose, and if they were not done well, they would have to lose their lives. The ring is like life. You get the name one second before, and you may die the next second.

Mo Xi glanced at Yan Xiong a few times before slowly moving forward, like walking in the water, slid straight in front of Yan Xiong. The two were about a meter apart, and Mo Xi stopped.

"Ah, interesting. There is such a powerful character among humans. It's really rare. But if you meet me today, you are unlucky. Do you choose the same thing? Should you commit suicide or ask me to kill you?"

Yan Xiong was very rude and shouted at Mo Xi.

"I will kill you anyway you want."

Mo Xi replied with a blank expression, but his heart was already secretly using his vitality to protect his body. This Yan Xiong must be difficult to deal with!

"Okay, I like to listen to these words, boy, let's not talk nonsense, let's fight!"

After Yan Xiong said that, he suddenly put away his smile and narrowed his eyes. Mo Xi saw that some tiny branches and leaves began to grow on his head. The green leaves were shining with green light, as if it was Yan Xiong's spiritual energy. When the green light became extremely thick, Yan Xiong hit his palms again, and an indescribable huge wind blew towards Mo Xi. Mo Xi leaned forward, and his vitality sank into his feet to fight against the huge wind. But this time the wind was extremely strong, and Mo Xi could not stand in his original position and slid backwards.

Of course, Yan Xiong also used all his strength. At this time, his whole body became nervous and he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of venting his spiritual energy. Seeing Moxi being blown out, Nan Yan and the people in Dongsheng Martial Arts Hall raised their hearts, and among the others who supported Moxi also stood up and clenched their fists to force Moxi. Moxi gradually retreated and finally reached the edge of the ring. However, as the distance was far, Yan Xiong's wind power was obviously much smaller.

Mo Xi suddenly had the same palms together, imitating Yan Xiong's appearance, and slapped a cunt. This time, Mo Xi borrowed the power of spiritual energy. It turned out that Mo Xi was not idle when he retreated all the way, but secretly sucked nearby spiritual energy with his palms. The spiritual energy in the wind blown by Yan Xiong was extremely strong, which was a good source for Mo Xi to absorb spiritual energy. When he reached the edge of the ring, Mo Xi could also absorb enough, and then he added his vitality, put the two qi together and clapped his palms.

With a bang, a greater wave of wind blew out from Moxi's palm, which immediately offset Yan Xiong's wind. At the same time, Moxi's wind power quickly forward and blew Yan Xiong's body out. Yan Xiong was shocked. Unexpectedly, Moxi's magic power was so deep, and at the same time he also found that some aura in this wind seemed very familiar.

Yan Xiong couldn't fly, and as soon as he was blown out, he immediately covered his feet with suction cups, but despite this, he still retreated step by step. The suction cup and tiny roots under Yan Xiong's feet broke. Finally, Yan Xiong reached the edge of the ring and lay on the ring, using all the suction cups in his body, and then barely controlled his body.

Mo Xi snorted coldly, strode forward, and clapped his palm again. This time the wind was even stronger. Yan Xiong was blown up, and his hands were still sucking hard, like a rag rag, blowing loudly. Suddenly, Yan Xiong was inadvertently cut off the suction cup on both hands, and was blown away by the wind, and fell back to his stands directly.

"Wow~~!"

Everyone was happy at this moment and couldn't help but applaud Moxi.

But this guy Yan Xiong was extremely thick-skinned and suddenly jumped up with a loud noise and jumped back to the ring.

"Okay, your wind is stronger than mine, so let's compare again, let's see me deal with you!"

Everyone in the stands laughed as soon as they heard this. They had never seen such a shameless guy before, and many people started to make excuses.

"Go down!"

"That's right, don't embarrass you!"

"I've gotten away once, and I've got a face!"

"The tree demon is shameless!"

"Or else, let's blow it again and send him home!"

Yan Xiong stuck out his tongue at the stands on all sides, "Shut up and shouted, why are you shouting? I was just accidentally just now. You guys are unaware of it. What can you do? My real kung fu is much better than him."

There was another booing sound below.

Mo Xi smiled and took two steps forward, "Yanxiong, what do you want to compare? Empty hands or weapons?"

Yan Xiong shook his arms, and his arms immediately turned into two big knives. He laughed and said, "What I am best at is double knives, come and try it?"

Mo Xi saw that although Yan Xiong was not a good person, he was still cute. He was about to turn the Tiantian sword upright, "Okay, I will use a single sword to double swords."

"Boy, my swords are not easy to mess with. I have already cultivated it into the realm of iron wood. Even the best weapons are difficult to cut off."

"Not bad, it's really amazing, but I want to try my Fentian Sword."

"Boy, don't say I didn't remind you, I never show mercy."

"No need to show mercy, there is no affection between us, haha."

"Oh, boy, you can also say silly words. If you just say this to you, I may save your life."

The audience in the stands below saw the two of them talking endlessly, and kept booing, asking them not to talk nonsense and hit them quickly.
Chapter completed!