The faces of everyone around him changed. As long as Chu Yiliu was kicked out of the treasure pavilion, even if he didn't die, his skin would still be peeled off.
The sneer on Lin Fei's face became even stronger. He had arranged all this.
However, Chu Yiliu's expression changed first. He stepped on Liuying Step and was only three feet away from Zhang Daquan, but he managed to avoid Zhang Daquan's palm.
The smile on Zhang Daquan's face froze in an instant. With his strength, he would have been sure to attack a white-robed disciple like Chu Yiliu in a sneak attack. But now he actually missed the target with one palm.
The palm failed, Chu Yiyi didn't go out, but Zhang Daquan fell out by himself, in a state of embarrassment.
The smile on Lin Fei's face instantly faded, and he said sternly: "Useless thing!"
Zhang Daquan's teeth were knocked out and his face turned pale.
At this time, Chu Yiliu's face also showed a cold look. He hated others for betraying him the most, but Zhang Daquan actually dared to be ungrateful. His fists were clenched and his joints turned slightly white.
"Brother Yiyi helped you before, but you unexpectedly attacked him!" Mo Ji shouted angrily, his face turning red.
Zhang Daquan took a sip of bloody water and sneered: "What kind of help? It's just my own destiny. If he really wants to help me, he can come out if he has the ability."
Lin Fei promised him 3,000 contribution points, as long as he could bring Chu Yiliu out. He had previously advised Chu Yiliu to hide, but he was just playing hard to get.
"Oh?" Chu Yiliu said with a cold look on his face, "What will you do if I walk out?"
Zhang Daquan thought that Chu Yiyi had fallen into his trap, and was overjoyed. He still had a sneer on his face, and said sarcastically: "Then you must have this ability."
"Mo Ji." Chu Yiliu shouted.
Mo Ji growled and took a step forward, really walking out of the treasure pavilion.
"Is this fat man going to die?" the disciples who were watching whispered, with surprised expressions on their faces.
"It's over, I fell into a trap." Someone sighed and said.
Zhang Daquan's face showed a deep joy. Unexpectedly, Chu Yiliu fell into his provocation. He immediately laughed and said: "Haha, big fat man, you have been fooled."
"Fooled?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Mo Ji's naive face.
He suddenly moved and punched Zhang Daquan.
Zhang Daquan's face changed slightly, he snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "Humph, you still want to fight me!"
He thought that Mo Ji and the two were just new disciples who had just started, so naturally he didn't take them seriously.
Four spiritual powers hovered in the palm of his hand, and he slapped Mo Ji with one palm.
There was a clear crunching sound of fractures.
The faces of the onlookers changed. Then they heard Zhang Daquan scream hysterically, folding his arms and turning pale.
"You...you dare to break my arm." He pointed at Mo Ji, his voice trembling. I didn't expect that a new disciple could be so strong!
Mo Ji didn't talk nonsense to him at all and roared angrily, "Traitor, this is your fate!"
He punched out, sending Zhang Daquan flying and hitting him heavily on the railing next to the stairs. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Lin, save me." Zhang Daquan looked at Mo Ji with a look of fear in his eyes, screamed, and looked at Lin Fei with pleading eyes.
Lin Fei's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that this newcomer was so strong. No wonder the great blessing would be in his hands.
"Stop!" he yelled angrily, shouting to stop Mo Ji. Zhang Daquan was the one who was working for him, so if he broke it into Mo Ji's hands, wouldn't it be like hitting him in the face?
Unfortunately, Mo Ji would not listen to him.
"Hit!" Chu Yiliu scolded him unceremoniously. He looked at Lin Fei intently and said coldly: "The matter between you and me will be settled later. But it is my matter now, so you'd better not interfere."
!"
He hated those who betrayed him extremely, and his tone exuded an undeniable domineering aura. The way everyone around him looked at him changed instantly.
Lin Fei's lips trembled, inexplicably frightened by Chu Yiliu's momentum, but he actually didn't take action.
"Humph, boy, don't be a traitor in the future!" Mo Ji strode toward Zhang Daquan with a cold smile.
Zhang Daquan's face turned purple and he screamed hysterically: "Brother Lin, save me."
However, Lin Fei did not react.
Zhang Daquan saw Mo Ji walking over step by step, his huge figure directly blocking the sunlight above his head, and he was so frightened that he shivered all over.
"Mo...Uncle Mo, give me a chance, I will never dare again." He was so frightened that his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Mo Ji looked cold and said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that you only have one chance!"
He kicked Zhang Daquan out from the door of the Sutra Pavilion and rolled down the stairs to the foot of the mountain.
The faces of the surrounding spectators all changed drastically. They did not expect that this newcomer's methods were so cruel. Zhang Daquan screamed at the foot of the mountain, and then became quiet. He must have fainted.
At this time, Lin Fei seemed to suddenly wake up after being stunned, and his face became extremely ugly.
"Presumptuous!" He growled at Mo Ji with scarlet eyes, "You are so brave, you dare to attack my people and seek death!"
His whole body was filled with surging momentum, and the fallen leaves on the stairs whistled.
"Is Senior Brother Lin going to take action?" Someone's face changed drastically and he took a deep breath of cold air.
"Now they are going to suffer." The people around him echoed, staring deeply at Chu Yiyi and the other two.
"Mo Ji." Chu Yiliu shouted, signaling Mo Ji to step back.
"Brother First Class, let me try it first." Mo Ji said angrily, looking at Lin Fei with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
His originally strong body suddenly emitted bursts of muffled thunderous sounds, and his momentum increased steadily.
Strength in the middle stage of the body quenching realm.
The corner of Chu Yiliu's lips raised, it seemed that Mo Ji had made a lot of progress.
Mo Ji moved.
Bahuang is so powerful!
He punched out, and his big fist was filled with waves of air. His robes all over his body were buzzing, and his arms were beating. Strong winds arose, and they were directed towards Lin Fei's face.
"So strong." Lin Fei's face moved. He didn't expect the newcomer to be so strong! A cold look appeared on his face, and six rays of spiritual power circled out from his arms.
"The middle-grade yellow-level boxing technique—Golden Ox Fist!"
A wave of light golden golden bull air formed in Lin Fei's figure, with towering horns and extremely domineering momentum. A sneer appeared on Lin Fei's face, and he punched out, and the golden bull flew out.
"You are so strong, you are worthy of being a purple-shirted disciple." The faces of the onlookers showed deep shock.
The strength of the purple-robed disciples is indeed very different from that of the white-robed disciples. But looking at Lin Fei's punch, even the best among the white-robed disciples may not be able to withstand it.
Bang...
A piercing roar sounded, and the fists of the two men stirred up violent winds. The ferocious veins on Moji's arms were exposed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bo...
Mo Ji's sleeves exploded instantly, and debris flew away.
The muscles all over his body were trembling, and the flesh on his face was shaking.
Lin Fei sneered and roared: "Big fat man, you are no match for me!"
He roared angrily, and six rays of spiritual energy swirled rapidly. The quality of spiritual light spread out from the entire arm, like waves surging out.
Mo Ji's whole body trembled even more violently, and the ferocious smile on Lin Fei's face became even stronger.
"Bahuang Mang Niu Jin, blast it for me!" Mo Ji suddenly roared, and the Mang Niu Qi Jin on his arm exploded instantly. A loud noise exploded between him and Lin Fei.
Lin Fei was directly forced to retreat, and he took five or six steps back. But Mo Ji, because of his huge body and great inertia, only took two steps back.
"What?" The faces of the onlookers showed surprise. In their opinion, Mo Ji actually had the upper hand in this round of competition!
How could this happen?
Everyone looked at each other and saw the look of disbelief in each other's eyes.
Lin Fei's face became extremely ugly at this time. In the hands of a newcomer, he actually suffered a big loss.
"Damn it!" he roared, "You forced me to do this. I'm looking for death!"
"The top-grade kick technique of the Yellow Order - the Wind Kick!"
The same kicking move was performed by Lin Dafu before, but he only learned a little bit about it. But now that the blast kick was performed by Lin Fei, the momentum was completely different.
Six strong spiritual powers circled around Lin Fei's legs like dragons. The bluestone slab under his feet was cracked with countless dense cracks, and it was actually unable to withstand the surging spiritual power on his legs.
Lin Fei's figure rose into the sky, and a thick white light swept towards Mo Ji like a sword.
Bang...
Hit him with a punch.
Mo Ji punched out. He stumbled back three steps, trembling all over, obviously feeling a little defeated.
But Lin Fei now had the upper hand and was aggressive.
The gale's legs danced like countless sword lights, slamming towards Moji. Each kick contained 120% of power, and it hit Moji hard, as if it was as powerful as Mount Tai.
Mo Ji retreated step by step, and with each step he took, the ground cracked with dense cracks.
"Let's see how long you can hold it back." Lin Fei sneered sharply, and the blast attack was even faster, and only countless white lights could be seen shining in the sky.
The sound of banging and roaring was endless.
"Roar!" Mo Ji suddenly roared, and the energy behind him revealed a strong bulllike figure, which looked up to the sky and mooed, with its horns in a horn-like position, pointing towards Lin Fei.
Bang...
Lin Fei's white light was forced back by Mo Ji. But Mo Ji himself also kept retreating and sat down on the threshold of the Treasure Pavilion, with blood surging and his face flushed.
"You actually forced Senior Brother Lin back." The disciples who were watching whispered, and they saw that Mo Ji's expression was different.
With the strength of the white-robed disciples forcing the purple-robed disciples to this point, Mo Ji's strength is definitely second to none among the white-robed disciples.
Lin Fei's face was extremely ugly, and a cold light burst out in his eyes when he looked at Chu Yiyi and the other two.
"Brother First Class, I..." Mo Ji had a look of annoyance on his face, knowing that he was no match for Lin Fei.
"You have done a good job. Leave it to me next." Chu Yiyi nodded. After all, Mo Ji's training time may not be as much as Lin Fei's training time. It is indeed very impressive to be able to achieve this level.
It's easier.
The faces of the surrounding disciples all showed surprise. Listening to what Chu Yiyi said, did he still want to teach the purple-shirted disciples a lesson?