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"hehe!"

Hearing Bei Moting's words, Wang Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Of course I can fight you, but it would be too boring to fight like this! Do you want to add some bonuses?"

"oh?"

Bei Moting said unexpectedly: "You have been beaten and you still want to give me something? Come on, what are you betting on?"

Wang Yuan was an adult, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Bei Mo Ting, but said to Mario and others: "Then please be a witness!"

At this point, Wang Yuan paused and said: "If I lose, I will do whatever Bei Mo Ting asks me to do within three days! On the contrary, if I win within three days, I will let Be Mo Ting No matter how much you drink, Mo Ting can’t refuse! How about it?”

"I have no opinion!!"

Bei Moting didn't think twice and agreed directly.

"Everyone heard it!"

Wang Yuandao: "If you don't keep your words, you are just a turtle son and a bastard!"

"It's a deal!"

Bei Moting nodded in agreement.

"Haha! Then I will teach you how to behave!"

Wang Yuan smiled, jumped up and jumped onto the ring.

"Haha, here I come!"

Bei Moting laughed strangely, and his figure flashed, turning into a red light and flying in front of Wang Yuan at a very fast speed. He passed his right hand forward, holding an embroidery needle between his thumb and index finger and stabbed it straight into Wang Yuan's eyes.

"Damn it! This body technique..."

Bei Mo Ting was originally very fast in his movement skills. After learning the Sunflower Book, his movement skills made a qualitative leap. He transformed directly from a helicopter into a J-20... That speed is so fast, even Wang Yuan reacts like this. , and almost couldn’t keep up with him.

Wang Yuan secretly exclaimed, moved his left palm horizontally to block, and used the protective energy to block his eyes.

However, at this moment, there was only a "Puff!" sound, and Wang Yuan's palms went cold. The body-protecting energy was broken by Bei Moting's needle, and a small black hole was inserted in his left palm. -

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Wang Yuan's health bar plummeted by one-tenth.

Needle weapons are designed to break the body's protective energy.

"It's interesting!" Wang Yuan, who had suffered a secret loss, was slightly surprised. He clenched the five fingers of his left hand, intending to grab Bei Moting's hand.

Bei Mo stopped and retracted his hand, dodging Wang Yuan's grasp. At the same time, his feet flew a little higher, and with a red light in the air, he turned and moved sideways to the back of Wang Yuan's head. He flicked his right hand and released the embroidery needle. He came out and went straight to the back of Wang Yuan's head.

Wang Yuan reacted very quickly. The moment Bei Moting dodged his attack, Wang Yuan had already judged Bei Moting's movement trajectory, and immediately bent down and lowered his head.

"Whoosh!"

The embroidery needle kept brushing against the back of Wang Yuan's head.

Wang Yuan took advantage of the situation and raised his leg and kicked back, only towards Bei Moting's chest. Seeing that his foot was strong, Bei Moting's body swayed, and a red light flashed across Wang Yuan again, and he circled half a circle around Wang Yuan and arrived. Wang Yuan was directly in front of him. With a flick of his fingers, he picked out three embroidery needles. With a flick of his fingers, they all flew towards Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan turned his waist, mobilized his internal strength, and swung his palm from left to right.

"call!"

When the wind from the palm came, the internal energy was mixed with substance. The embroidery needle was blown off by Wang Yuan's palm force, and the remaining force of the palm continued straight towards the cup.

Bei Moting touched the ground with his feet and flew back more than two feet in an instant. He dodged Wang Yuan's palm force, then took a step forward and appeared in front of Wang Yuan again.

Bei Mo Ting's operational skills are already very strong, but except for the evil sword technique, his martial arts are all rubbish... He was expelled from the school once more by Yue Buqun, so his cultivation is much higher than that of players of the same period. Slightly lower, so the combat performance is not very good.

But now that Bei Moting has learned the Sunflower Book, his internal and light skills have risen to the top. Coupled with the evil-fighting swordsmanship, his strength seems to have surpassed that of a first-rate master.

After several rounds, Wang Yuan could not take advantage of him.

Mario and others were even more dumbfounded.

Cup Mo stopped at that speed, it was simply inhuman!

He jumped several feet and walked away like a ghost, fully demonstrating what martial arts in the world mean, only speed can't be broken.

Although Wang Yuan's body skills couldn't keep up with Bei Moting's, the important thing was his quick reaction and accurate prediction. He stood there as still as a mountain, letting Bei Moting float around and attack like a storm, except for the first Wang Yuan's attack. Apart from being caught off guard and suffering a small loss, there was no flaw at all.

The two of them were still and moved, attacking and defending respectively, representing the two highest realms of movement flow and power flow respectively. The two of them showed off their moves in several rounds, which was amazing.

Of course, as a master, everyone can still see that Wang Yuan is obviously better at slow and fast operations, but Bei Mo's stopping technique is as fast as lightning, and the embroidery needle can also break through Wang Yuan's signature body-protecting energy. In terms of attributes, he is obviously three points better than Wang Yuan.

It was really hard to tell which of the two was stronger and which was weaker.

"Damn! You damn bald ass!"

After all, Bei Moting was a young man, and his character was inferior to that of Wang Yuan.

After ten consecutive attacks, all of them were blocked by Wang Yuan. Bei Moting became a little anxious and couldn't help shouting: "How perverted are you?"

Bei Moting, who has not learned the Sunflower Book, and Bei Moting, who has learned the Sunflower Book, are two levels of masters.

Before he learned the Sunflower Book, Bei Moting could not beat Wang Yuan and he would have resigned himself to his fate. Now that Bei Moting has Sunflower in hand, he thinks he is invincible, but he still can't hurt Wang Yuan even half a point. This shows Wang Yuan's strength. Know how much more than the cup should stop.

"Haha! You're not bad either!"

Wang Yuandao: "If you go faster, I'm afraid you won't even be able to resist me!"

What Wang Yuan said is true. Wang Yuan's skills mainly focus on arm strength and bones, and his body skills and shooting skills are not very fast. At Bei Moting's current speed, even if Wang Yuan can react, his attributes cannot keep up.

"Yeah?"

After hearing Wang Yuan's words, Beimo Ting's body technique suddenly improved again. The embroidery needle in his hand cut through the air and flew towards Wang Yuan's Tanzhong point with a "chichi" sound.

"Not bad! It's really great!"

Wang Yuan praised the cup without stopping, and when he put his hands together, a golden light burst out from himself.

【Vajra Worship Pagoda】

"oops……"

Before Bei Moting had time to retreat, he was already sucked in front of him by Wang Yuan.

"Ding!"

Bei Moting's embroidery needle poked Wang Yuan's chest, but Wang Yuan was unhurt.

"Didn't you say you couldn't handle it?" Cup Mo Ting said angrily, "You liar!"

"I said I couldn't resist you, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you! You idiot!"

Wang Yuan said contemptuously: "I just want to see how fast you are... I have at least three ways to deal with you!"

After saying that, Wang Yuan suddenly shouted: "Shock!"

The powerful internal force followed Wang Yuan's roar and covered a ten-meter radius.

"Buzz!"

Bei Moting felt a buzz in his head, his eyes went dark, his breath surged, and his body was shocked by Wang Yuan's [Ghostly Crying and Godly Howling], unable to move...

"You're still young!"

Wang Yuan smiled faintly, grabbed the back of Bei Moting's head with a leisurely move [Huanmantang], and then pressed down hard.

"boom!"

Bei Moting's head was pressed hard to the ground, and a deep pit was made in the hard ground. -

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The blood bar on Bei Moting's head dropped by one-third.