Long Fei stood behind Mu Yao, looking at Mu Yun on the ring.
Mu Yao was slightly startled.
She didn't know when Long Fei stood behind her.
but.
When she listened to Long Fei's words, a hint of disdain flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she said coldly: "Will a handyman disciple be the opponent of Senior Brother Mu Feng?"
Mu Yun is directly described as a "handy worker disciple".
Obviously, Mu Yao didn't even remember Mu Yun's name in her heart, and she didn't even have the qualification to be called by her name.
She is proud.
At least in this East District, she is like a swan.
Long Fei said: "Haha..."
"The eight violent punches you just performed can only be regarded as seven and a half violent punches at most, and the remaining half violent punches still haven't come out. You thought you succeeded, but unfortunately you didn't."
"You think you have good talent, but... you are just an ordinary disciple when you enter the Southern District. Where can you go?"
"What realm can you enter? Wuji? Or Haoran? Or stay in the divine moon realm forever?"
"You think you are very valuable, but in my eyes your most valuable thing is your face. In my world, you are just a vase at best."
"If my brother hadn't taken a liking to you, you wouldn't even be qualified to be a vase."
Long Fei said calmly.
Mu Yao's eyes were slightly angry and she said, "What on earth are you going to say?"
Long Fei said: "I want you to see the reality clearly."
"Reality?"
Mu Yao spoke coldly and said, "What is reality? The reality is that I obey your orders? The reality is that you want me to be with a handyman disciple?"
"Is this reality? No, this is not reality. The reality is that one of his handyman disciples will die in the ring soon. The reality is that I have been practicing hard day and night for three years just to enter the Southern District..."
"Don't mention any reality to me!"
She knows exactly what she wants.
What she pursues now is the supreme martial arts, what she wants is to continuously break through and gain more powerful power. She wants to enter the South District, the West District, and finally the North District, and wants to master the space power of the Mu family.
As for love?
She never thought about it.
She never looks down, she only looks up.
Long Fei curled his lips and said, "It seems you still don't understand what I mean. Don't worry, wait until you finish watching this."
…
"Senior Brother Mu Feng, destroy this handyman disciple."
"Senior Brother Mu Feng, kill him."
"Senior Brother Mu Feng is the strongest disciple in the Eastern District. It is said that his cultivation has reached the fourth level of Shenyue. Let alone the Eastern District, there are few opponents even among his peers in the Southern District. An ant-like handyman disciple, I can probably kill him with just one finger."
"Isn't that right? I really don't know who gave the handyman disciple the courage to dare to come on stage. Isn't this looking for death?"
"He is that toad, the toad who likes Senior Sister Mu Yao."
"Hahaha……"
…
This competition has no suspense in the eyes of many disciples or the elders.
because.
The gap is too big.
Mu Feng is a disciple who is 100% qualified to enter the Southern District, while Mu Yun is just a handyman with low talent.
Mu Yao said coldly, "Look, everyone is laughing at him. Everyone thinks he will lose."
"His opponent is Senior Brother Mu Feng. Why can he win? What can he win with?"
"People must be self-aware."
"What kind of person you are, that's what you should do."
The words were full of sarcasm.
Long Fei smiled and said: "You are right, people must be self-aware."
immediately.
Long Fei shouted towards the ring, "Mu Yun."
Mu Yun looked at him.
Long Fei raised a finger.
Mu Yun curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled excitedly, showing his white teeth.
He understood what Long Fei meant.
Mu Yao didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"
Long Fei said: "You will know soon."
…
On the stage.
Mu Feng twisted his lips into a disdainful sneer and said, "Does a good-for-nothing handyman deserve to stand on the same stage as me?"
"OK!"
"I'm going to send you to hell today, and then I'll send you to that loser Mu Fei later."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Feng's figure moved.
"Uproar!"
His robes rustled, his figure was like the wind, and with a movement of his fist, the powerful power of the Divine Moon surged out, punching Mu Yun in the forehead.
Very cruel.
In this punch, the head will definitely be blown off.
Mu Yun stood motionless, as if he didn't react.
"Like an idiot."
"No reaction at all."
"How can his cultivation react?"
"It will definitely be an ugly death."
"Hahaha……"
…
Mu Yao couldn't help but said calmly, "This is the eight violent fists you want me to see? I think it's about not being able to punch. It's about being beaten without moving."
Long Fei said nothing.
Because he knows Mu Yun's strength.
He is not as good as Mu Feng in terms of cultivation level. If Mu Feng doesn't fight in close quarters, there is still a chance of winning, but now he is in close quarters.
Then he has no chance at all.
Just when his fist was half a centimeter away from Mu Yun's forehead, Mu Yun moved.
Move both fists together.
He exuded the aura of a wild beast.
A series of loud cracks in the joints.
He sank his fists, opened his bows to the left and right, collided with his fists, and hit hard in the middle.
"Bang!"
"Rumble..."
"Rumble..."
"Rumble..."
A series of powerful roars exploded.
Mu Feng's body suddenly stopped.
The whole person was frozen in front of Mu Yun, his fist was still a few minutes away from Mu Yun, and then his fist slowly came down.
Then……
On his left and right temples were Mu Yun's left and right fists.
Both of them stood out.
His face was as pale as paper.
Time seemed to have stood still for a moment, and there was a deathly silence in the entire square. Everyone looked at the ring with their mouths wide open.
They are all stupid.
What makes them even more stupid is...
Mu Feng's body suddenly trembled.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Eight loud bangs, in eight places, were like thunder in the silent square, extremely harsh.
Every time there was a loud noise, Mu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.
Some disciples who had practiced the Eight Violent Fist screamed in horror and said: "This, this, is this the Eight Violent Fist?"
"Eight violent fists?"
"Isn't the sound from this explosion too violent? I have never seen such eight violent punches."
In a moment of astonishment.
There were eight more loud explosions.
Eight places on Mu Feng's body rang loudly again.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
This time more people were shocked.
They were all frightened.
Even the elders are confused.
An elder said in shock: "Eight punches after eight punches, is this sixteen punches? This... this... is terrifying!"
Another elder stood up, looked at Mu Feng who was crumbling on the stage, and said: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The last violent sound sounded, and Mu Feng moved back.