Chapter 537: Fight

At this moment, he seemed to have changed his own person. He didn't look like a monk at all. His face was covered with a layer of solemn expression. At first glance, he couldn't tell his age.

Suddenly, Mo Haoran thought of something. The cold light shot out from his eyes had a faint murderous aura. Mo Haoran seemed to have seen this murderous aura somewhere. In an instant, Mo Haoran had a bright light, knowing that he had seen the murderous aura in her eyes when he first fought with Ruyue.

The same cold light, the same faint murderous aura. For a moment, Mo Haoran also understood something. Could this monk be a famous killer?

The monk's eyes were tightly locked on Mo Haoran's body and never left. He took a step and walked towards Mo Haoran with heavy steps. He walked to the middle of the venue. He was facing Mo Haoran and said coldly:

"Donor, take out any weapon you use first. Otherwise, you will not have the chance to use it later."

Although the donor shouted that there seemed to be some monk's smell, his tone was very domineering. He seemed to be saying, if you don't take out your weapons now, then you will lose as soon as I take action. At that time, you will not have the chance to take out your weapons.

At this time, no one noticed that Yue Jiangbo was slowly walking towards the middle of the field. No one noticed that he actually walked towards the middle of the field step by step, standing side by side with the monk in front of Mo Haoran. Yue Jiangbo was standing beside Mo Haoran at this moment, smiling warmly, and speaking softly:

"Haoran, I have a soft whip here, which may be very suitable for you. I don't think you have brought your black gold dagger with you."

Mo Haoran was also stunned at this moment. He had never expected Yue Jiangbo to stand up suddenly at this time. Mo Haoran and Yue Jiangbo were not very familiar with him. Today, Mo Haoran was already very confused when he came to attend this banquet. What Mo Haoran couldn't understand now is that Yue Jiangbo actually stood up at such a critical moment and prepared weapons for himself.

What made Mo Haoran even more puzzled was that he had a black gold dagger that could break his hair by cutting iron like mud. Mo Haoran had never told the people around him about this. However, Yue Jiangbo now knows him very well and said that he had a black gold dagger.

Mo Haoran stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Yue Jiangbo in front of him suddenly became mysterious. However, Yue Jiangbo smiled slightly and pulled out a soft whip from his waist. As soon as the soft whip was pulled out, a black light suddenly shot out, which was very eye-catching. It was not more than one meter long and was just in his hand. Mo Haoran just saw the black soft whip and knew it was not an ordinary person.

Yue Jiangbo handed over the black soft whip and a sincere look shot out from his eyes. Mo Haoran had his own way of knowing people. At this moment, he could not feel any malice from Yue Jiangbo's eyes. He was like an elder, looking at his junior with tenderness.

For some reason, Mo Haoran sincerely believed in Yuejiangbo at this moment. Mo Haoran smiled slightly at this Yuejiangbo and took the black soft whip casually. When he started the soft whip, a cool feeling suddenly came. At this moment, Mo Haoran felt that his mind was sure, and the world in front of him seemed to have become much clearer.

As soon as Yue Jiangbo took out his soft whip, the monk's face suddenly turned aside. Mo Haoran could clearly see that it was a hint of panic. The monk had always been full of solemn expressions, and he had never seen Mo Haoran directly. However, at this moment, he felt inexplicable fear of the soft whip in Mo Haoran's hand. It seemed that Mo Haoran was holding not a soft whip, but a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

It was still above Sun Zhendong's table, no one noticed it. Since Yue Jiangbo walked to the middle, Zhang Longyang's face changed. When Yue Jiangbo took out the black soft whip, Zhang Longyang's face darkened. At first, the joy on his face disappeared. It seemed that things suddenly changed and developed in an unpredictable direction. At this moment, his confidence finally began to shake.

However, the others were very surprised by the sudden appearance of Yue Jiangbo. Yue Jiangbo's face was very mediocre and popular. For a moment, people were meticulous in their minds, but after thinking for a long time, they still didn't find who Yue Jiangbo was. Even Xue Zangfeng, Sun Zhendong and Mayor Zhang were full of doubts. Obviously, most of them didn't know Yue Jiangbo.

However, Du Zeyu was full of excitement at this moment. Du Zeyu has always liked fighting. At this time, he knew it was a duel between masters, so he stared at Mo Haoran and the monk in the field. However, he still had a lot of confidence in Mo Haoran. Because he had seen Mo Haoran's skills. He also knew that Mo Haoran had Chinese Kung Fu.

Yue Jiangbo saw Mo Haoran take his soft whip and immediately smiled slightly and said casually:

"Just fight, Haoran, you won't lose."

The tone contained endless confidence, as if he had already known the ending, that was Mo Haoran would win. There was a hint of inconspicuousness in his tone. Then, Yue Jiangbo looked at the monk around him meaningfully, and finally slowly retreated to the guests.

Just now, when Yue Jiangbo was unintentionally looking at the monk, Mo Haoran saw a little fear in the monk in front of him. At the moment when Yue Jiangbo's eyes stole, Mo Haoran clearly saw that the monk's calves were trembling slightly.

For a moment, Mo Haoran became even more questioned about Yue Jiangbo's identity. Just as he appeared gently, he could be so shocking. I think he was definitely a big shot. So Mo Haoran looked towards Yue Jiangbo with a hint of gratitude.

At this moment, the monk stopped shouting for weapons or something, but just stood there blankly, looking at the black soft whip in Mo Haoran's hand from time to time.

However, Mo Haoran smiled calmly and said:

"I think, let's start here. After all, it's late at night, others are still waiting to finish our showdown and go home to sleep."

After hearing what Mo Haoran said, the monk slowly came to his senses. Then, the monk took out a string of Buddhist beads from his clothes with a serious expression and wrapped them on his arm. Then, he spoke to Mo Haoran and said lightly:

"I've taken action."

The monk was not very polite at this moment, and he officially started fighting as soon as he finished speaking. It seemed that this monk was practicing foreign kung fu. A pair of iron palms were dancing everywhere. It was like the rumored iron sand palms in the world. Mo Haoran also knew that if he was hit by him now, he would be paralyzed even if he didn't die.

Since Mo Haoran practiced Tibetan martial arts, he was extremely fast at speed. Now, he was dodging and moving quickly. The monk's danced iron sand palms could not hit Mo Haoran's body at all. Perhaps because he realized that Mo Haoran's speed was superior, the monk's palm speed suddenly increased a little faster.

Everyone here couldn't see the situation of the fight in the field. They only saw the clothes fluttering and the figures shaking. When they had a specific fight, they couldn't see them at all. Only Zhang Longyang was staring at the situation in the field at this moment, and he didn't relax for a moment. It seemed that he could see the specific situation of the fight between the monk and Mo Haoran.

Su Guoqin saw that the fight on the field had begun, and he was standing there with a smile on his lips, very happy. Su Zhenfeng was standing next to Su Guoqin at this moment, with a hint of joy on his face. Now, they have done everything they can, and the next thing they can do is wait until the task is completed. It seems that they are not worried about the monk at all.

Mo Haoran didn't know much about the whip method. At this moment, he couldn't move with such a cold black soft whip. Fortunately, Mo Haoran's father had taught him some of the usage of soft whip before, and at least he was still very good at using it. However, the power was not much talked about.

Mo Haoran's safety is the advantage of speed at this moment, and he is blindly avoiding it. Of course, in the process of avoiding it, he is also slowly dancing the soft whip and slowly familiarizing himself with the use of the whip method. Slowly, Mo Haoran's soft whip is becoming more and more skillful, and gradually he looks a little bit. After the situation in the crowd, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The monk's iron palms were dancing faster and faster, and the gusts of wind caused by the palm became sharp. Slowly, Mo Haoran's speed advantage became less obvious. Fortunately, every time Mo Haoran waved out, the monk would carefully avoid it. It seemed that he was very afraid of the whip that was swung. However, because of this, Mo Haoran's pressure was greatly reduced.

Mo Haoran is both offensive and defensive at this moment, waiting for the best opportunity. Once the monk reveals any flaws, he will take the monk without any effort and take down the monk in one go. So, Mo Haoran is waiting for the best opportunity to take action now.

The monk seemed to not feel tired at all, and the iron palm danced and the tiger was full of wind. Mo Haoran now felt the power of the iron palm. If it hit him, he would have to lie in the bed for several months. At the very least, there would be a smear fracture, and at the worst, there would be half of the body paralysis. It seems that this monk put a lot of effort on the iron palm.

Mo Haoran was still calm and steady in the battle. As time went by, the black soft whip in Mo Haoran's hand became more skillful. When he waved it, he also had some strength. And he slowly recalled some whip techniques that his father told him. At this moment, he used it slowly and had his own power.

Although there was no sign of sweat on the monk's fair forehead. However, as time went by, a little irritability slowly appeared on the monk's face. Obviously, he, who had been in a stalemate with Mo Haoran for a long time, has gradually become unable to hold back.

He also felt that Mo Haoran was becoming more and more fierce in the use of the soft whip. Several times he accidentally took Mo Haoran's words. If this continues, it may not be a desperation.

The monk immediately roared and finally used all his strength. At this moment, he was ready to decide the outcome of the victory and defeat, and he didn't want to continue to get entangled with Mo Haoran like this.
Chapter completed!