"Ah...it hurts me so much...you..."

Due to weakness, Xue Yang was unable to break away from Meng Yang's support.

But there was something smeared on Meng Yang's palm.

As long as he touched the wound, Xueyang felt ten times the severe pain.

The burning pain was like being tortured.

"Prince Xueyang, you are injured and it is not suitable to speak violently. I will support you and take you to the hospital later."

Meng Yang thoughtfully covered Xueyang's mouth with his hand.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Xueyang almost fainted from the pain.

Who will save me?

He turned to look at Ban Rongchen, this was the only life-saving straw.

It hurt so much.

hateful.

Ban Rongchen, that old beast, pretended not to see him.

Xueyang hates it.

Mengyang, that beast, what on earth is he smearing on his hands?

It's chili pepper.

You have chili pepper on your hands, and you actually put chili pepper on my wound.

Are you a devil!

"Meng Yang is really a vicious devil."

Bai Xiaolong shook his head at the side, how could such a vicious thing exist in the world.

After Su Yue defeated Xueyang, Meng Yang found a student from Tobu, and he sent the student to the supermarket to buy a bottle of hot sauce.

The spicy kind as hell.

He smeared it all on his hands and even marinated it for a while, fearing that it wouldn't taste good.

After that, there was this tragic scene in front of us.

Not to mention applying it to wounds, even if the whole skin is touched, it will be burning and painful.

This Xueyang is also unlucky.

Why do you have to slap Meng Yang in the face?

He is already ugly enough, but now you have lowered the limit of his appearance. It would be merciful not to fight for him.

"Brother Bai, why don't you go and deal with this Meng Yang?

"It is said that garlic is also very effective. Let me help you pound some garlic paste."

A Seibu student came over and asked Bai Xiaolong furtively.

This Xueyang dares to harass Senior Mucheng and should be punished by justice.

But I didn’t dare to go, so it would be better for Bai Xiaolong to go.

"Meng Yang has no moral integrity. It's enough that he can make Xueyang remember history. I won't go through it. I'll just torture him here."

Bai Xiaolong sighed.

Xueyang just punched me and I was already well, why bother to steal Meng Yang's limelight?

Thoughts can also torture people.

But speaking of it, today’s young people are quite cruel.

Apply garlic paste to the wound.

Thank you for being able to figure it out.

"Let me go. I am a prince. Let me go."

Xueyang felt a little incontinent when urinating because of pain.

Ban Rongchen, how dare you ignore death.

Damn Su Yue.

Damn Meng Yang.

The evil spirits outside the territory are indeed vicious, and they all deserve to die.

In fact, Meng Yang was also curious.

Why didn't Ban Rongchen come to save Xueyang?

Is he blind?

deaf?

…

Meng Yang bullied Xueyang. Many people saw it, but they pretended not to see it and didn't take any lives.

By this time, the matter between Su Yue and Mucheng was over.

Su Yue stood up first.

He nodded towards Mu Jingliang, indicating that everything went well.

As the blood and energy in Mu Cheng's body was still lingering, she still needed a few minutes to digest the sword bone.

"I didn't expect that the Fortune Sword still contains a lot of spiritual energy. Mu Cheng's energy and blood value may increase by leaps and bounds. This is also an unexpected surprise."

Su Yue said to Mu Jingliang.

Now, Mucheng's strength can make a big leap to the forefront of Wuhan University students.

"Maybe, she... broke through."

Mu Jingliang smiled mysteriously.

"What, is this a breakthrough?"

Su Yue was startled.

He thought that Mucheng was just experiencing a sudden surge in energy and blood, but he didn't expect a direct breakthrough.

This is too fast.

"Su Yue, to be honest, I owe you and my son a favor this time.

"We still know too little about the Fortune Sword. When you and Mucheng were practicing just now, I asked someone to check it again. This Fortune Sword is really not simple.

"According to Zhao Qi's army's intelligence records, Qiu Fenghai of the Four-Armed Clan was only a sixth-grade grandmaster with ordinary qualifications before. It was precisely because he obtained the Sword of Creation that he broke through to the ninth-grade in just a dozen years, and finally

He also became a powerful enemy of Cangji.

"Qiu Fenghai originally didn't even have a chance to break through to the seventh level. The reason why he was able to reach the ninth level was all because of this sword of creation.

"If I had known it was so precious, I should have asked your dad first."

Mu Jingliang felt a little guilty. He felt like he had deceived Su Yue.

"Father-in-law, we are a family, don't say such kind words.

"My dad also knows that the Fortune Sword is quite capable, but it seems to be somewhat damaged. Besides, I don't like using swords, and I've washed the pressure ring three times, so my qualifications are already at the top, so the Fortune Sword won't be of much help.

"Mucheng's qualifications are somewhat flawed, and the effect on her is stronger than mine."

Su Yue said quickly.

In fact, if Mu Cheng's qualifications can be improved, Su Yue will be happier.

He had been worried that he would put too much pressure on Mucheng.

"Anyway, I owe you, father and son, a favor."

Mu Jingliang squeezed Su Yue's shoulder.

Having such a son-in-law is so awesome.

Mucheng also finished her training. She stood up directly. In a moment, the sharp aura that enveloped the sky disappeared completely.

"Hey, Mucheng made a breakthrough?"

At this time, the principal of Nanwu exclaimed.

He was relatively close to Mucheng and was the first to sense the fluctuations in Mucheng's energy and blood.

Indeed, it is already the fourth level.

This voice finally caused the whole place to riot.
To be continued...