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Chapter 3908

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His skills were on cooldown, so he couldn't use Eight Burst Punch.

Even if he could use it, the power of the Eight Burst Fist was not enough to defeat Mu Yao.

The Ninth Grade Heavenly God Realm Mu Yao's strength was not to be underestimated. There was a huge gap between her and Long Fei's cultivation realm. It would be extremely difficult for Long Fei to surpass four levels to defeat her.

However …

The Eight Explosion Fist was on cooldown, but the Deity Slash was not.

The Deity Slash's cooldown time was different from other skills. It was a new day after midnight.

It cooled down day by day.

Use the Deity Slash?

Long Fei didn't want to because her surname was Mu and she was a disciple of her grandfather's family.

Although Long Fei didn't like women like her, he wouldn't go so far as to kill her.

Therefore …

Long Fei could only use the power of inscriptions.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Mu Yao's speed was extremely fast.

The Supreme Force that came at him was also extremely strong.

Long Kuang also reminded, "Master, three points to the left."

"Her attack is about to land."

Long Fei's eyes darkened, and his thoughts moved secretly. "Then I'll activate the power of inscriptions."

"Buzz!"

A black mark appeared beneath Long Fei's feet.

It was a special symbol that looked like a big comma, but the tail of the 'comma' kept twisting.

The imprint entered Long Fei's body from the ground.

In an instant.

Long Fei's eyes also flashed with a glimmer of light, and an inscription mark also appeared. Under his sleeves, his arms were densely covered with inscriptions.

He moved his fists.

Long Fei shouted, "Nine Burst Fist!"

He was just randomly shouting it out.

No one knew anyway.

He punched out.

The two fists collided again.

In the beginning, Mu Yao felt that Long Fei's strength was very strong. However, she could still deal with it. At the very least, she wouldn't be injured.

But this time …

The moment her fist collided with Long Fei's, she felt as if she was not punching a human, but a monster.

A monster the size of a mountain.

That power could only be described with one word: terrifying!

Boom!

There was an explosion.

Long Fei retracted his fist and stood on the spot without moving.

On the other hand, Mu Yao's entire body was directly blasted away, and she fell heavily off the stage. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her face was very pale.

The whole place was silent.

They were all dumbfounded.

Even the Goddess of the Eastern Region was no match for him?

Mu Yao, who was the strongest under the Mystic Moon Realm, was actually defeated and sent flying by a single punch.

Furthermore, his opponent was just a servant disciple.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it. Even many people at the scene kept rubbing their eyes, thinking that they were seeing things.

However …

Long Fei was the only one on the stage.

Below the arena, Mu Yao stood up with great difficulty. She stared fixedly at Long Fei and said in a deep voice, "This isn't the power of the Eight Burst Fist."

The corner of Long Fei's mouth curled up as he laughed, "What I used wasn't the Eight Burst Fist, so how could it be the power of the Eight Burst Fist? I used the Nine Explosion Fist! "

Mu Yao's eyes darkened.

Long Fei laughed: "Originally, I could have taught you, but what a pity, what a pity, I told you that there was only one chance, and you didn't know how to cherish it."

Hearing Long Fei's words, Mu Yao's expression became even more unsightly.

Mu Yao stared at Long Fei for a moment, then turned around and left.

She had lost. If she stayed, she would only be ridiculed by Long Fei.

Long Fei looked at Mu Yun.

Mu Yun was looking at Mu Yao. He wanted to step forward and comfort her, but he knew that Mu Yao had never put him in her eyes. What did he count for?

In Mu Yao's eyes, he was nothing, at most a passerby.

Thinking of this.

Mu Yun did not look at Mu Yao anymore, but looked at Long Fei and said: "Boss is mighty!"

The goddess was a goddess, and could only be used in fantasy.

The boss was the reality.

Long Fei smiled slightly, and thought to himself: "Brother, I hope you don't blame me."

Then.

Long Fei looked at Mu Wufeng and said: "Elder, my brother also cultivates in the Nine Explosion Fist, it's completely not the Eight Explosion Fist of your Training Academy."

"Do you want me to continue proving it?"

Even Mu Yao had been defeated, so who among the disciples of the Training Academy was his match?

Mu Wufeng gritted his teeth in hatred, wishing that he could go up to the stage and cripple Long Fei with a single palm.

But now that there were many elders in the East District present, it would be too embarrassing for him to go up on stage.

However …

Mu Wufeng did not plan to let Long Fei off, and said solemnly: "Even if your fist technique was not secretly learned, but you contradicted the elders, what do you say?"

Long Fei laughed: "If it wasn't for you and your disciple saying that we were secretly learning the cultivation technique, why would I contradict you?"

"Sophistry!" Mu Wu Feng said, "In your eyes, there is no Cultivation Courtyard or Elders." "Yes, yes, yes, it is my fault for not disciplining them strictly." Mu Dafu hurriedly walked forward and kicked Long Fei's butt, and said: "Elder Wu Feng, don't worry, I will definitely punish him severely. He has lost his entire year's salary this year, and I will also be strict in the future.

I hope that Elder Wu Feng can spare him this once. "

"Please."

Mu Dafu bowed and saluted, giving Mu Wufeng enough face.

At this time.

Mu Yuanan also said indifferently: "A year without a monthly salary, this punishment is not considered light. Elder Wu Feng, I think this matter should end here."

He was pleading for Long Fei.

Because he felt that Long Fei was not simple.

Even.

He had a feeling that yesterday in the Training Academy, it was also Long Fei who reminded Dan Yuan's disciples that the air was poisonous, so that they could escape this calamity.

As for the Sky Fantasy Flower, it was naturally taken away by Long Fei.

Mu Wufeng squinted his eyes. Even Mu Yuanan was pleading for Long Fei, so he had to stop even if he didn't want to. Offending Mu Yuanan was not a wise move.

Following that.

Mu Wufeng bellowed, "Brat, remember your identity in the future. What you should do and what you shouldn't do, understand?"

"I'll let you off today. If you do it again, I won't let you off lightly."

Long Fei's face was filled with disdain, but Mu Dafu glared at him fiercely.

He had no choice.

Long Fei then said: "Thank you for Elder's teachings, this disciple will remember."

Mu Wufeng glanced at Long Fei, and thought to himself: "Brat, don't fall into my hands next time, or else I'll make you beg for death!"

At the same time.

Long Fei was also thinking in his heart: "Teach me a lesson? Who do you think you are? If there weren't so many people here, I would have beaten you to the ground in one move. "

Mu Dafu smiled apologetically, grabbed Long Fei's hand and shouted, "The two of you, follow me."

Long Fei and Mu Yun lowered their heads and followed behind Mu Dafu.

The road was packed with people, but when they saw the three of them, they automatically opened up a path.

In the past, this was definitely impossible.

Just because Long Fei had defeated Mu Yao, Long Fei had won respect.

The world of the strong was like this.

Just as they were about to walk out of the Training Academy, Mu Yuanan called out, "Wait!"

Mu Dafu immediately stopped, turned around and smiled apologetically: "Elder Yuanan, what instructions do you have?"

Mu Yuanan said: "Nothing much, I just want to remind you that no one has cleaned the Dan Courtyard today, remember to send someone to clean it."

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