Wu Ling is a third-level member of the middle sect and has outstanding talent. This is his arrogant capital.
Of course, he is also proud enough and domineering enough. Otherwise, he would not bully her in a big way.
Many people think that this person is too domineering and should not bully the new students, let alone block the door like this.
But right now, almost everyone can't help but raise a question: Who is bullying whom?
From the beginning to now, Mo Tian has been more domineering, and Wu Ling is simply weak in front of Mo Tian.
Even the good reason that Wu Ling should have proposed a military competition, as an opportunity to teach the opponent a lesson, was obtained by Mo Tian.
A question arises in many people's minds: Is Wu Ling, a third-year middle school student, bullying the newcomers from the outer sect, or is it the newcomer from the outer sect who bullies Wu Ling, a third-year middle school student?
"You are simply overestimating your capabilities." Wu Ling snorted coldly, his face darkened, he stood with his hands behind his hands and said: "You are a piece of trash, you can't even withstand one of my moves."
Wu Ling's words were full of energy. No one doubted his strength. He was a three-term existence and had practiced at least ten more years than Mo Tian. It was naturally extremely easy to suppress Mo Tian.
"One move? It's up to you." Mo Tian sneered.
Mo Tian's contempt trampled on Wu Ling's self-esteem, and Wu Ling said angrily: "Hmph, I think you are too arrogant and don't know what to say. If you have the guts, show me."
"That's alright." Mo Tian stepped forward. The huge open space had been vacated. He walked to the field and said indifferently: "I am here, let me see the style of the genius of the middle school."
"You're looking for death." Wu Ling was angry. He had come to bully him, so he took the initiative and wanted to look good to Mo Tian.
It turned out to be good now, as I was actually being led around by the nose.
Wu Ling entered the field, his peerless grace was still there, but he was a little less calm. He was brokenhearted by Mo Tian, and he couldn't hide the murderous intention in his heart, and he wanted Mo Tian to pay the price.
"Whether this emperor is looking for death or not, you will know after we fight." Mo Tian said with a smile: "But if I can accept your move, what should you do?"
"Huh, just you want to take it?"
Wu Ling almost expressed everyone's doubts. This majestic sixth-level existence is simply not something you, a person who has just broken through to the early stage of fifth-level, can match.
But just as Mo Tian said, if he can take over, what will happen to you Wu Ling.
What can be done, what should be done.
Or should I say, if you take it, you will take it, and there will be a second and third move?
They may even become angry from shame and attack in groups.
It is estimated that there is a thorny question in the minds of all outer sect students now, that is, when will Wu Ling leave?
How to be willing to leave.
Many people realized that perhaps Mo Tian took the initiative to take the opponent's move because he wanted the opponent to leave here quickly.
"Then what do you want?" Wu Ling asked subconsciously.
Mo Tian continued: "It's very simple. If you can accept it, you can answer a question from me. If you can't accept it, I think I will also be punished. At that time, if you are not relieved, you can also attack them in groups.
To show off your genius."
These words were absolutely heartbreaking. If Mo Tian couldn't accept them, he would definitely be seriously injured.
Under such circumstances, Mo Tian also asked him to attack in groups, which was basically making him shameless in public, and almost drove Wu Ling crazy.
"You are looking for death."
Wu Ling's self-cultivation is still good, and he can still endure it at this point.
But his subordinate, the second-year middle sect student, became impatient. His fists turned into meteors and suddenly attacked Mo Tian.
Mo Tian watched the situation around him, and at the moment when the young man charged towards him, he punched fiercely.
boom.
The two men clashed with each other with four punches, and Mo Tian's six blood streaks all over his body were violently intertwined with the opponent's eighteen blood streaks, and the collision was full of ripples.
Mo Tian took a few steps back steadily, and every time his steps fell, deep holes appeared on the ground.
The opponent was even more unusual. He actually didn't take a step back, but retreated violently, tearing a ravine on the ground.
This scene shocked everyone. If the two of them had collided before, the other party could have concealed it by underestimating the enemy, but now it undoubtedly confirmed Mo Tian's strength.
What you call rubbish is that a guy who can only smelt six blood lines and is even two realms lower than you is actually on a par with you.
Are you trash, or are others trash?
The man was repelled and his face suddenly turned red. He knew that he had been humiliated. He wanted to take action again and completely suppress Mo Tian, but he was wondering in his heart how could this Mo Tian be so strong and how much stronger he could be.
But before this man could take action again, Mo Tian's voice came quietly: "Is this what you call a move? Is the move in your mouth a move that everyone uses against me?"
These words made the face of the person who was about to take action change wildly. Even Wu Ling's face was full of anger. He glared at the person who took action.
"That's just his own decision." Wu Ling said.
Mo Tian suddenly became happy: "So, when I take your move, these subordinates of yours can make their own decisions?"
Wu Ling gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I hereby order that no one is allowed to attack Mo Tian again, otherwise, I, Wu Ling, will never let him go." After saying that, Wu Ling said to Mo Tian: "As long as you can pick me up.
With one move, I will answer your question, and if you can’t answer it, I won’t embarrass you.”
If he can't take it, Mo Tian will die or be disabled, so there is no need to be embarrassed.
"Come on." As soon as Mo Tian shouted in a low voice, he felt Wu Ling approaching before his eyes. He grabbed it with his palm and a blood flower bloomed.
They saw the blood flower getting bigger and bigger, suddenly covering Mo Tian.
Among the blood flowers, more than thirty terrifying blood lines are constantly passing through, and those with a keen eye can spot them at once.
These blood streaks are exactly the terrifying blood streaks melted into the blood stains.
Wu Ling actually activated all the blood patterns as soon as he took action, which shows that he has mastered the blood patterns to a very high level. It also proves that he used almost all his strength to instill murderous intent in this strike.
At this moment, almost everyone thought that Mo Tian was dead and would not be able to fight back.
At this time, many people realized that the person who had just attacked Mo Tian was not acting on his own initiative. He was obviously here to test Mo Tian's depth and set an example for Wu Ling.
Mo Tian was enveloped, with a look of deep thought on his face. Wu Ling almost used all his strength to suppress him from all aspects. If he wasn't careful, this move would be enough to make him seriously injured and dying.
Mo Tian smiled coldly, so what could such means do? He roared out with a black blood stick in his hand, the sound of the stick roared, and it unleashed waves of terrifying sweeping power.
The fifth stick of Teng Nuo's seven sticks is Teng Tian Ni.
As soon as this stick came out, it actually covered all the blood flowers, and they collided violently.
Moving up to the sky, six blood streaks roared and shuttled like a swimming dragon. In the collision with the blood flowers, they continued to fight with the blood streaks floating in the blood flowers.
Six blood stripes faced more than thirty blood stripes, but they were not at all weak, and both sides were evenly matched.
boom.
Finally, all the attacks from the two moves were wiped out, and a huge shock wave fell. Mo Tian held the stick in front: "What if I take another move from you?"