After watching Wu Xin leave, Mo Ran slowly walked into Renhou Antique Store. The two old and young men were still busy in the store.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, two old and young men in the store looked up and found that the young man who came in was the young man a few days ago. The young man didn't say anything, and kept his hand on the work. The old man walked quickly to Mo Ran and said enthusiastically to Mo Ran: "Little brother, come in, come in with me."

Seeing the old guy's actions, Mo Ran immediately understood that this must have been arranged by Fang Tang. So Mo Ran didn't ask anything, but just said politely: "Oh, that's the old man."

"You're welcome. Haha." As he said that, the old guy reached out and pointed inside, made a "please come in" gesture, and then walked inside first. Mo Ran didn't say anything, but just followed the old guy silently.

When he walked to the backyard, the old guy found an excuse to retreat and threw Mo Ran into the yard alone. As soon as the old guy left, he squeaked, Fang Tang walked out of the house, nodded at Mo Ran with a smile and said, "Here you come."

The second time he saw Fang Tang, he immediately gave Mo Ran a different feeling. The first time Fang Tang was wearing a brocade robe, giving people a gentle and deep feeling. Today Fang Tang was wearing a slightly tight blue dress, giving people a shrewd and capable feeling. From the look he observed himself, the look of vigilance and doubt at the first time had disappeared, replaced by care and appreciation.

After retracting his thoughts, Mo Ran replied: "Yes, is there anything wrong with me when I'm looking for me?"

"Haha, it's nothing, come." Fang Tang walked over, enthusiastically grabbed Mo Ran's hand, took him back to the back of the house, opened the stone slab leading to the underground passage, and the two walked in.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a very faint sound of fighting came from inside. Mo Ran looked at Fang Tang with some confusion. The latter just smiled slightly at him, said nothing, and opened the stone door.

As the stone door opened, Mo Ran saw the scene inside. In the center of the hall, two young people were discussing each other. The hall was surrounded by people, looking at the two people who were discussing each other without looking at them, and sometimes talking in a low voice about their moves in the field.

The two people in the field were shining with faint blue and yellow colors. When Mo Ran looked at them, the young man with a big knife was slashing hard at the black man. The young man calmly swung the sword in his hand and easily resolved the attack.

The young man holding a big sword saw that he did not succeed in a single move, and then swept across the sword. The young man holding the sword retreated quickly. At this time, the young man holding the sword took off without waiting for the sword to see the old man. He pulled back the sword forcefully, followed the inertia and then rushed towards the young man holding the sword. When he felt that the distance was almost the same, he took advantage of the rushing momentum, and slashed from top to bottom.

With a "dang", the big sword slashed the opponent's sword body and took the move of the sword-holding boy. The sword-holding boy sank downwards, and the lower plate was obviously unstable.

Seeing that his sword worked, the young man holding the sword was overjoyed and did not give the other party a chance to spend money. He raised the big sword again and slashed it over again.

The fierce force of this sword made everyone around him feel worried about the sword, but everyone did not shout because at this moment of the battle, any subtle sound would cause interference to both sides of the battle.

At this moment, Mo Ran saw a smile of tricky smile in the eyes of the young man holding the sword. Looking at the big sword that fell, the young man holding the sword did not express any anxious expression of losing immediately. His speed suddenly increased. He slid to the side of the young man holding the sword easily and slid to the side of the young man holding the sword. The moment he slid out, the young man holding the sword twisted the sword in his hand and placed it on the back of the young man holding the sword.

"You lost." Young Master Zhijian said lightly. After that, he put the sword down, handed it to his left hand, and looked at the young man who held the sword with a smile.

The young man holding the sword turned around and smiled silly and said to the young man holding the sword, "Haha, you are still good. I lost again."

As the battle between the two ended, applause from the surrounding area rose, clapping and talking about the competition just now. Everyone learned their experience and gained a lot of benefits.

At this time, the young man holding the sword saw Fang Tang and Mo Ran, put down the big sword in his hand, walked over to the two of them with great strides, walked to the two of them, and the young man holding the sword smiled and said, "Master, I lost again."

Fang Tang also smiled and said with some appreciation: "You have improved a lot than before, but Xiao Wu is also improving. It is normal that you can't beat him. Don't be discouraged and keep working hard."

"Thank you, Lord. Hehe."

"Is it him?"

"who is he?"

"I don't know him. The Lord of Heaven brought him here a few days ago and used the test crystal. At that time, the san-level innate warrior was shown."

"What? No."

"It's true. I was here last time, and many of you went out to do business. There were very few people I saw."

"It seems that he is only in his teens. Our hall master is only a five-level innate warrior."

"It's really a big deal. He has such a high strength at such a young age, so he is not an ordinary person."

As the people who had seen Moran saw him, the people around began to talk and stumble. Those who had never seen Moran had a look of suspicion on their faces after hearing what the people who knew Moran said.

At this time, Mo Ran also heard these comments, and his originally tender face turned red unnaturally. He looked back at Fang Tang, as if he was asking for help, but the latter obviously ignored him and just looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

After listening to the conversations around, the young man holding the knife also showed a disbelief on his face. He glanced at Mo Ran a few times, and smiled at Fang Tang silly and said, "Master, since this little brother is so powerful, why don't you discuss with him? You haven't taken any action for a long time, so that we can all learn and learn."

"Yes. Let's take a few hands, the master." As the young man holding the knife explained, a sound of cheering suddenly broke out around him.

After hearing what his subordinates said, Fang Tang turned his face to Mo Ran and said, "Nephew Mo Xian, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Mo Ran lowered his head and smiled, thinking that he had been practicing in the deep valley for a long time, and he had not yet competed with others seriously. After listening to the discussions of people around him, his cousin was a level 5 innate warrior, a little higher than him. This is also an opportunity. He can use this opportunity to see how strong his true strength has reached.

Thinking of this, Mo Ran smiled at Fang Tang and said, "Since my cousin is in this interest, then my nephew is more respectful than obedient."

"Okay." Hearing Mo Ran agreeing, a ray of light burst out from Fang Tang's eyes.

The people around also spread out to the surroundings, leaving a considerable open space for the two of them. They were extremely excited and were waiting to watch the battle.

Mo Ran and Fang Tang walked towards the center of the venue together, standing opposite each other, with a distance of more than ten steps. At this time, Fang Tang shouted: "Get the sword." A young man handed over an ancient long sword from behind.

After taking the long sword, Fang Tang said to him: "Nephew Mo Xian, what weapon are you using?"

"Weapon?" Mo Ran was stunned. He had never used any weapon before, and he had always been fist and kicking. However, when Fang Lao trained him in the past, he always held a wooden strip similar to a stick, and he still remembered a little bit.

"Just use a stick." Mo Ran said.

As he said that, someone handed Mo Ran an iron rod and took it to his hands. The weight was quite good. He waved it casually twice, and said to Fang Tang: "Uncle, I'm ready."

"That's starting." After the words fell, a green light shone out from Fang Tang's body, and his momentum soared.

As Fang Tang's momentum soared, the surroundings became quieter and the atmosphere gradually became more serious. Perhaps affected by Fang Tang's momentum, Mo Ran felt that the blood flow in his body had accelerated a lot, and a sense of Mo Ran's fighting spirit rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Teng" purple internal energy flows throughout the body, faintly oozing out from the surface of the body, and purple light slowly appears on Mo Ran's body.

"Wow~ So strong." Feeling Mo Ran's outbreak of momentum, the people around him exclaimed at the same time. Although someone had said before that Mo Ran was already a san-level innate warrior, no one had seen Mo Ran take action after all, but now he saw that it was real, as if the outbreak of inner energy was not far from their hall master.

"Purple? What attribute?" Seeing the purple light flashing on Mo Ran's body, everyone became confused.

"I haven't seen it before. Let's continue to guess Mo Ran's internal energy attributes, and the crowd's attention returned to the two people in the center of the venue.

Looking at the purple inner energy on Mo Ran's body, Fang Tang was also shocked. Judging from the momentum that Mo Ran burst out, the strength of his san-level innate warrior was not fake at all. It seems that it was not easy for him to win him, but what happened to the purple inner energy? Could it be?

After waving the guess in his heart, Fang Tang slowly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Mo Ran. He stood there without taking the initiative to attack.

Seeing this action, Mo Ran knew in his heart that Fang Tang was waiting for him to take action first. He did not be polite to Fang Tang. Mo Ran held the iron rod horizontally in front of the xiong with both hands, poured his internal energy on the iron rod, kicked his hind legs and waving the iron rod to smash Fang Tang.
Chapter completed!