Seeing Mo Tian's noncommittal gaze, the aquiline nosed blood tattoo master coldly snorted: "How precious are our blood tattoo masters' identities? They are human treasures and are respected by others."
When saying this, the aquiline nose blood tattooist raised his head very high, almost looking at people through his nostrils.
Even Yellow Fish couldn't help but raise his head when he heard these words. This was his reason for bullying others.
What happened to the dignified blood pattern master bullying others?
We are treasures, treasures of mankind, and it is a great honor for you to be bullied by us.
"My senior brother is the teacher's favorite student, and he is a Four Patterns Master. How much contribution can a Four Patterns Master make to mankind?"
The aquiline nosebleed tattooist continued: "But you are contaminated with his aura, which proves that you must have taken action against him. It's okay if you don't kneel down and ask for favors for such a treasure, but you actually dare to take action against him. Based on this alone, you
You should be so ashamed that you should cut yourself to death and forgive your sins. You should kill yourself."
Hearing these words, Mo Tian's mouth twitched, "Damn it, are you stupid for engraving blood patterns on it?"
What kind of bastard bastard lifted you up to the sky? You are obviously an ugly duckling, but you still want to label yourself as a white swan.
"Idiot." Mo Tian responded coldly.
Kill yourself, kill your uncle.
When the aquiline nosebleed master heard this, he was naturally furious. The three of them came here, thinking that Mo Tian had escaped, but unexpectedly he didn't. He thought that Mo Tian didn't dare to escape.
Unexpectedly, it was not that Mo Tian did not dare to escape, but that he was not afraid of them at all.
"He Xiong, it's up to you."
The eagle-hook nosebleed master glanced at He Xiong beside him and ordered: "As long as you capture this person, I will recommend you to see my senior brother."
Hearing this, He Xiong was overjoyed. He needed a weapon, and he needed a blood pattern master to tailor it for him, but he had never found a way. If he could get a recommendation from the other party, he wouldn't have to worry.
He Xiong glanced at Mo Tian: "You'd better just surrender. If He takes action, you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy."
This person is a member of the Jindi Middle School, and he is also a second-term student.
Not many second-year students can reach the peak of Level 6, which shows that their talents are not weak.
"Since when have people from the Golden Emperor been playing tricks on others?" Mo Tian said in surprise. Those who could enter the Golden Emperor were not weak in talent, and they were arrogant. He really didn't expect that these people would be willing to take orders from others.
Could it be that he has been practicing for too long and has never understood the status of a blood pattern master?
He Xiong heard this and immediately shouted: "Asshole."
Without further ado, He Xiong charged forward, blood essence rushing out of his body, a terrifying aura wandering around his body, blood lines wrapped around his fists, and the sharp wind of his fists whistling with the force of the sky.
His figure was like a ghost, and he rushed in front of Mo Tian in the blink of an eye.
Mo Tian stood there, but he didn't hide or dodge. He clenched his fists and punched seemingly smoothly.
Bang.
Slow and fierce fists came out, and the four fists met each other in an instant. Mo Tian stood proudly on the spot, and He Xiong took three steps back.
"This is impossible."
The Golden Emperor is currently conducting a competition. The month-long competition is coming to an end. At the peak of the sixth level, He Xiong is among the best, and is the most advantageous contender for the king of the same level.
He Xiong was so confident about his own strength, but he never expected that he would be at a disadvantage due to the momentary clash of forces.
However, He Xiong was obviously not an ordinary person. He charged out and came forward close to him. His fists were as strong as the wind, and he fought with Mo Tian at close range.
The boxing technique is tricky, but it is as erratic as catkins, making people dizzy and dizzying.
Mo Tian kept fighting back, coping with the opponent's suppression, but he couldn't help but feel it was difficult. The opponent's boxing style changed too quickly, and it was so fast and powerful that it was almost invulnerable.
As soon as his footsteps moved, Mo Tian left the spot instantly and punched out. In order to avoid the punch, He Xiong hurriedly retreated, thereby widening the gap between the two sides.
"good."
This is Mo Tian’s evaluation of He Xiong.
He Xiong's face was also full of surprise. He didn't get any advantage from being so close, and looking at Mo Tian's age, he was a year or two younger than him.
Such an achievement at such a young age shocked He Xiong.
Different from Mo Tian's evaluation, He Xiong's evaluation of Mo Tian was very straightforward and described with the word "monster".
"You are very good, but I advise you to stay put and let us investigate the matter clearly and give you justice. There are some people you cannot afford to offend."
He Xiong said this.
He naturally admires Mo Tian's strength, but so what?
"Can you afford to offend me?"
Mo Tian smiled coldly: "You act like a dog indiscriminately and bite whoever others ask you to bite? Or do you think you can defeat me, so that's why you dare to show off like this?"
What Mo Tian said is right. If Mo Tian was above the mid-seventh level, He Xiong would not dare to come. He just heard that Mo Tian was at the peak of the sixth level, but he only came here when he was sixteen or seventeen years old.
Town place.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the purpose.
"Boy, I tried to persuade you but you were stubborn, so don't blame me for being harsh." He Xiong shouted. Mo Tian snorted: "I really thought that I was no match for you."
Just now, he took the lead in interrupting the battle, hoping that the other party would retreat in the face of difficulties, but it was obviously impossible now.
That being the case, what else could he be polite about?
Taking a deep breath, seventy-two blood lines bloomed all over Mo Tian's body in an instant, while the other twelve were hidden in them.
He Xiong was also shocked by this incident. The same seventy-two lines actually reached a perfect foundation.
He Xiong was originally very proud, but when he saw that Mo Tian had the same qualifications as him, his face was full of disbelief: "It doesn't matter if you have good qualifications. Not being able to use it is any different from a child playing with a big knife."
Although he comforted himself in this way, He Xiong had already faced Mo Tian as his opponent.
Mo Tian clenched his fists tightly, and seventy-two blood streaks penetrated his arms.
kill.
Almost instantly, Mo Tian rushed forward, bang bang bang, close combat, and the two engaged in the purest physical confrontation.
Although He Xiong looks seventeen or eighteen years old, he has been practicing for at least five years more than Mo Tian and has a strong close combat ability.
Especially boxing, you must have worked hard.
However, Mo Tian didn't care at all. His fist was as powerful as thunder and as fast as lightning. It had a terrifying power of thunder and exploded in the air wherever it passed.
It seemed like even the air was frozen.
At the beginning, He Xiong fought evenly with Mo Tian with his superb boxing skills. After a few rounds, Mo Tian's boxing style became stronger and stronger, but he had reached his limit.
After several punches and physical attacks, He Xiong already had a look of fear on his face.
Mo Tian's punch was three times faster and more powerful than before, and he could hardly withstand it.
The same seventy-two blood lines were integrated into the battle with both arms, but he would actually fail.
"That's all, I don't care about this anymore." Seeing Mo Tian's powerful attack coming, He Xiong hurriedly spoke.
However, even though he said this, the strange color in his eyes was clearly seen by Mo Tian.
Bang.
A punch landed firmly on He Xiong's chest. The violent shock caused He Xiong to take dozens of steps back, sinking deeper with each step.
"Your Excellency, are you going too far? I have already given in, why do you still take action?"