Not far away, a stunning figure with a pair of beautiful eyes stared intently at the two fighting men, with a look of shock on her delicate little face.
Mo Qingzhu murmured to himself: "Is he really from the secular world?"
She is the person who knows Mo Qingtou’s details best!
It can be said that Mo Qingtou's martial arts talent is top-notch in the entire ancient martial arts world, and he is definitely qualified to be ranked in the top ten.
But compared to Yang Chen, Mo Qingtou's martial arts talent is still too weak. Doesn't that mean that Yang Chen's martial arts talent is enough to rank among the top ten in the ancient martial arts world?
At this time, Mo Qingtou, who was fighting, as his strength continued to increase, he was shocked to find that Yang Chen's strength also continued to increase.
In other words, although both of them are serious, they still have reservations. No matter how much their own strength increases, Yang Chen's strength will increase accordingly.
"Bang!"
Another fierce blow exchanged, and the two of them took a few steps back.
Only this time, Yang Chen only took three steps back, while Mo Qingtou took a dozen steps back.
"What?"
Only then did everyone see the two men clearly, with shocked expressions on their faces.
Mo Qingtou was actually knocked back?
Mo Qingzhu's beautiful eyes were full of surprise, her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were full of disbelief.
Brother, you actually lost?
Mo Qingtou stood there and did not move, but his face turned pale, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
On the other hand, Yang Chen's face was as usual, he was standing with his hands behind his hands, his clothes were slicking, like a great master of his generation.
Yang Chen suddenly asked: "Do you want to continue?"
Mo Qingtou took a deep breath, looked at Yang Chen solemnly and asked, "How much strength did you use?"
Yang Chen said: "Seventy percent!"
Mo Qingtong's pupils shrank suddenly. He knew that Yang Chen had not used all his strength, but he did not expect that Yang Chen only used 70% of his strength.
But he himself had tried his best.
In other words, if he continues to fight, he has no chance of winning.
How can he be so strong?
He was less than thirty years old and defeated him with only 70% of his strength.
He is a well-known white-clothed killing god in the ancient martial arts world. His strength is at the early stage of the fifth-grade heaven, but he can explode with strength comparable to the middle stage of the fifth-grade heaven.
Yang Chen defeated him with only 70% of his strength. Doesn't it mean that Yang Chen's strength may have reached the late stage of the fifth-grade heaven realm?
Thinking of this, Mo Qingtou's eyes were full of despair.
It's not the despair of martial arts, but the despair when facing Yang Chen.
But it only took a moment for him to return to normal, his eyes full of fighting spirit, staring at Yang Chen and saying: "One day, I will let you fight me with all your strength!"
"Um?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Mo Qingtou, is this a defeat?"
After hearing what Mo Qingtou said, all the disciples of Tianhaizong were stunned.
Just as everyone was speculating, Mo Qingtou's aura dissipated and she slowly said: "Today, I lost!"
