As soon as he opened the door, Mo Tian was in a very good mood, but he didn't expect a large group of people to come to the door in a big way.
He suddenly became furious. He didn't commit any murder or arson, so why did he make people so angry?
"Is it just you who kowtows to apologize?" Mo Tian walked out, his cold eyes almost killing people.
As soon as I entered the outer gate, I encountered various kinds of suppression, and it was difficult to find a place to stay.
The owner doesn’t have any objections, so what do you want to do when you jump out one by one?
Do you have to force me to be desperate and sleep on the street?
Can't you just let me practice in peace and quiet for a while?
Clearly feeling Mo Tian's anger, Zheng Tong was stunned and immediately became furious. The young newcomer actually didn't buy his blame.
In order to save his face as a third grader, he suppressed his anger and waited until now. It's good that he didn't go crazy.
You, a young newcomer, are so arrogant.
Clang.
Zheng Tong ran away instantly, holding two scimitars in his hand, and rushed in front of Mo Tian in the blink of an eye.
Mo Tian was furious and wanted to take action for a long time. The Blood God's Escape Movement started, the colorful cloud boots on his feet flashed, and his speed increased a lot.
A powerful punch hit Zheng Tong's face.
If Zheng Tong was struck by lightning, he would fly backwards and his nose and mouth would bleed.
Zheng Tong was stunned, and so was everyone.
Is this something a newcomer should have?
Yesterday's battle, Mo Tian didn't attack with all his strength, testing each other.
Today, Mo Tian was really angry and used all his strength when he attacked.
Zheng Tong, who was almost at level 5, was no match for him. No matter in terms of speed or strength, Mo Tian was able to beat him steadily.
"I'm calling you horizontal, I'm calling you horizontal, I'm going to beat you to the point where you don't even know your mother." After a few punches, Zheng Tong was completely changed beyond recognition and kept coughing up blood, but Mo Tian still didn't give up, beating him violently and cursing: "I am the emperor.
I just want to practice quietly, and I’m provoking you, so why don’t you give me some peace and quiet?”
Mo Tian landed a punch and Zheng Tong lost several of his teeth, but no one around him dared to take action.
This method is too cruel. Even Zheng Tong, who is ranked 200 on the Green Green List, is no match for him. Who would dare to take action?
"That's enough."
At this time, the fat boy came out, and he couldn't bear Zheng Tong being beaten: "This is a place where the strong prey on the weak. Without strength, there is no status. If you want to practice well, you must win the first place on the green list. This will be a deterrent."
force."
When everyone heard this, they were all stunned and thought that the fat boy was stupid.
Ranked first on the green list, his strength should not be underestimated.
Mo Tian is not a fool, so how could he challenge it.
Furthermore, the number one on the Green List has a good background and has many people under his command. Even if Mo Tian can defeat them, he will not be able to stand out.
"Zheng Tong is not an ordinary person. The family power behind him is not low, and he has a backer in the middle sect." The fat boy reminded him and stopped talking at this point.
"What you said makes sense."
Don't worry about the debt, Mo Tian no longer cares about which forces he offends.
When everyone saw Mo Tian put Zheng Tong down, they thought they were scared.
However, what Mo Tian said next made everyone pee in fear.
"Where will you live number one on the green list?"
After asking this question, everyone looked at Mo Tian blankly, as if they were looking at a fool.
As a newbie, what qualifications and abilities do you have to challenge for the first place?
But in the eyes of everyone, Mo Tian is undoubtedly a evil star.
If he could leave, they would burn incense.
Sure enough, after a while, the residence number one on the green list was exposed, and even his cultivation level was revealed.
Quasi-level five cultivation level.
Is it still quasi-level five?
As Mo Tian walked out, the people around him consciously made way for a passage, and no one dared to stand in the way.
After Mo Tian left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Isn't this still a freshman? This level of strength is more than enough to enter the middle gate, why are you sent here to harm us?"
"Hurry up and find someone to investigate Mo Tian's origins. It's so embarrassing to be knocked on the door without even knowing his origins."
"It's level four. It's not even close to level five yet, but it's so strong. If it reaches level five, wouldn't it be able to compete with level five warriors? It's hard to say that we will have a backer in this class."
It can be said that some families are happy and some are sad, although Mo Tian has brought them trouble.
But there is no doubt that as long as Mo Tian is in the outer sect and this master is around, the outer sect will be stronger.
And they also guessed that Mo Tian must have offended someone, so he was sent here.
In other words, it would be difficult for Mo Tian to enter the middle gate.
At this moment, Zheng Tong also recovered, his face was so gloomy that he was about to bleed, and no one dared to look at him.
They knew that Zheng Tong completely hated Mo Tian and would use any means to deal with him.
…
At the same time, in the freshmen area, the students arrived in a new environment and began to adapt.
The environment here is excellent and the teachers are very good, which makes many people very excited.
However, since last night, people have been spreading news, ordering them not to have contact with Mo Tian, let alone take him in, otherwise they will bear the consequences.
This was the news spread by the Imperial Army. Everyone kept Mo Tian's appearance in mind and did not dare to interact with him.
At the same time, many people from the imperial army were watching and monitoring their every move.
This disgusts many people, but there is nothing they can do about it.
The worst thing is that a class of second-year students appeared. They bullied the new students under the guise of helping them.
After all, they had been here for a year first, and they were not strong enough. The newcomers were bullied to the point where they could not hold their heads up, and many of them were blackmailed and had a lot of resources taken away from them.
The people in the Imperial Army didn't seem to see it at all, as if this had long been a routine.
"You are not convinced, right? You can bully the newcomers next year at this time."
This is a mantra often said by second-year students.
"It would be great if there was a master who could control the situation to back him up."
This is the sentiment of many people.
Unfortunately, this person never showed up.
…
Mo Tian walked on the winding path, and as he went deeper into the outer gate, he felt that the deeper he went, the more beneficial it would be for his cultivation.
Along the way, he met many people, all of whom were wearing gray robes like him, with four written on their chests.
He is actually a fourth-year student.
They looked at Mo Tian with playful eyes, obviously thinking that Mo Tian came here for a mission, otherwise they would not have dared to come even if they had given Mo Tian ten courages.
"The newbie dares to take on our tasks as soon as he gets started. It seems he is quite courageous."
Along the way, Mo Tian discovered that everyone had reached level five.
It's just one step away from reaching level five, and it looks like it has been settled for a few years.
Not far away, a black-faced boy looked at Mo Tian playfully, his eyes shining.
“It’s thin-skinned and tender, I don’t know how you like it.”
Hearing this, Mo Tian felt extremely cold. This guy was actually a hammer.
When many people saw this, they looked at Mo Tian with a playful expression, thinking that Mo Tian could not escape the fate of picking up soap.
However, the next moment, everyone's eyes widened.
"I'm making you sick, I'm making you feel sick."
He saw Mo Tian stepping forward at some point, waving his fists constantly.