These children were divided into several groups to start the battle.

Wuxu looked at it carefully off the court. This may be part of the tribe. It looks OK, but I don’t know what the real basic skills are.

After the gestures, they all saluted very seriously.

At this time, one of the children took a bold step forward, "King Wuxu, I heard that you have great skills and mastered the ancestor Yan. I am not talented, so I dare to ask for advice. I also have a goal."

The green eyes of Wuxu raised lightly, this child should be the most powerful one today.

"Who are you?"

"My brother Menghua, please give me advice from the King of Wuxu." Menghua bowed again.

"Okay." Wuxu got up and walked slowly to the battle platform.

"Thank you, King Wuxu!"

The children of the small five clans should have opinions about me. I am afraid that the person who comes is not good, so there should be a decision on some things.

After saluting the battle, Meng Hua drew his sword.

"Please give me advice from the King of Wuxu. The sword has no eyes. Please carry the sword!"

Wuxu looked at Meng Hua who was celebrating in front of him, hehe, this is obviously a trap for me, but these are not important. It is necessary to let you know the gap between you and me, but even if you release it, you don’t know the depth of me.

"The King of Japan is not carrying a knife today," Wuxu replied politely. "Fighting and kicking are also possible."

The basic skills can be seen best compared to fists and feet. Does this child take it?

"Thank you, King Wuxu," so Menghua withdrew the knife. In fact, Wuxu did not bring a knife, but felt it was unnecessary.

As the battle began, Meng Hua kicked up and fell straight with his right fist. Wuxu took a slight side step and took it with his backhand.

"King Wuxu, I'll give in." Meng Hua politely, and when he stopped and then changed hands and hit him again, Wuxu actually stepped sideways and took advantage of his strength. With his wrist, Meng Hua flew out.

Fortunately, his strength was not great, so he rolled in the air and got up.

This is no longer a test without any pain. Wuxu looked at himself with a side face, with a kingly temperament all over his body. To be honest, Meng Hua was still a little scared.

But I also want to prove myself that the elder brother in front of me is my own look up to me.

Meng Hua opened the dragon power and looked straight at him, gushing in with the dragon-shaped aura.

Well, you have to be more serious. Wuxu sang silently in his heart, and nine out of the middle state:

Wuxu faced Menghua sideways, Menghua was shocked and faced my punches?

Wuxu opened his hands on his chest, as if waiting for Meng Hua's other frontal blow. Sure enough, Meng Hua had no time to react. Wuxu slapped Meng Hua's elbow with his left hand and grabbed Meng Hua's shoulder with his right hand. He pulled and flipped. Meng Hua was in a mess. He almost turned around and landed on the ground with a rapid rotation.

Meng Hua had no choice but to slap the ground with his backhand and try to reach out and grab one of Wuxu's ankles.

But how could Wuxu get down as he wished?

Menghua rolled around again.

However, Wuxu did not pursue him, and gave him a chance to escape.

Meng Hua knew that Wuxu did it on purpose and did not step on him directly, but gave himself the strength to get up.

Meng Hua began to feel unhappy. Why is the gap so big? It seems that it is impossible to reach it when it is close. Why is he so flawed in front of him? Why?

Menghua adjusted his standing posture and followed the trend. This punching and kicking skill is still very powerful.

Of course it doesn’t matter if you play with you, I’m just a clone. I’m afraid that you are the one who adds up to me is not my opponent now.

These old foxes just want to test my depth.

What is the difference? It’s still a thief who is still unsatisfied at this time. No wonder, over the years, fewer and fewer children have entered the Holy Light Sect.

Xihan watched carefully from the side. He felt that the Nine-level Tiangang of Wuxu was different from their Nine-level Tiangang. This child’s martial arts were really skillful, and although he was single-level energy, he was very accurate, and every point and strike were very refined.

Moreover, Meng Hua seemed to be trapped in his tactics and rhythm, but Wu Xu's face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and he seemed to be on the stage.

At this time, Menghua came to Wuxu's side. Wuxu couldn't help but lifted Menghua's calves slightly with his backhand, and slapped Menghua's waist with the other hand. Menghua fell to the ground alone. It was so weird.

Menghua felt that she was too ugly and gave in.

After the competition, Meng Hua was still a little discouraged.

"Thank you for advice from King Wuxu, I realize that I really need to practice hard!"

"You're welcome," Wuxu nodded with a smile and returned the gift.

You are pregnant at this level, so can you not reach your fingers? I guess Chi Yan can’t beat him. Wu Xu thought to himself, but he still has to pretend to be in a face.

"Does anyone else want to ask the King of Wuxu to give advice?"

The other children looked at each other and finally gave up.

Menghua is already the most powerful, but she can't get any advantage at all with the King of Wuxu.

In their eyes, Wuxu was wearing a robe and it should not be very convenient to take action. Ke Menghua seemed to be unable to get close to his body.

"No obstacle, can you tell me one or two?"

The children shook their heads one after another.

"Ha, I want to show it to me so I messed up the rhythm. The practice is to practice self-reflection, not to be brave and fierce. Is it understandable?"

"Thank you for your teachings from the King Wuxu." The children below were convinced.

"Yes!" Wuxu nodded slightly. "Uncle, what else do you have to explain?"

"Qing'er, I've grown up so old, and I haven't even discussed it with you. It's better to choose a day than to have a day. Uncle, I want to ask you for advice, too?"

"Uncle, I dare not take it for advice. You are an elder." Wuxu looked a little embarrassed, "How can I compete with my uncle for fists and feet? I'm afraid it's a big mistake?"

"Oh, you are still polite to me. Why don't you look down on uncle?"

"Where is it? Uncle must give in to his nephew!" Wuxu replied seriously, so he decided to remove the outer robe and wear it.

Wuxu knew that he had to show his body skills today. Otherwise, this old man would not let him go today, and it would be time for Uncle Tan to have his uncle's bottom line.

"Qing'er. You have grown up and become humble for so many years." Xihan felt emotion when he looked at the handsome Wuxu in front of him.

"Uncle, you are polite. Please." Wuxu raised his hand to reply.

Xihan observed Wuxu. He usually pushed and refused, but today he was very happy. It seems that this child is willing to open his heart because we accommodate Yuebai. Very good. Holy Light Yuebai needs to win over the three pillars of the Holy Sect and the God of War in the Holy Realm. It is also considered the fortune of our Damulong clan.

Wuxu knew his second uncle's intentions. But he was also very clear. His uncle made the wrong plan. Yuebai would not stand for anyone, including himself. His woman represented the Holy Sect, and the one he followed was Yuebai.

It was heard that the young King Wuxu and the leader of Han today would discuss the skills, abandon their work and practice, and all came to watch.

"Uncle, you have no eyes on the sword, or fight with bare hands, okay?"

"It's easy to say, how is the limit of Dragon Power at the three eyes?"
Chapter completed!