Last time, it might have been a joke, but this time, Long Fei was very serious.
Moreover.
He would definitely let Mu Yao accompany his brother.
The reason was very simple, Mu Yun was his brother!
Mu Yao's eyes turned sinister as she clenched her fists under her sleeves. She wanted to get angry, but in the end, she held it in, "I won't get angry at a Odd Job Disciple. In my world, you guys don't even exist."
"Since you guys want to court death, then do as you please."
Finished.
Mu Yao coldly walked over.
Long Fei said: "How about the bet I mentioned just now? If you lose, sleep with my brother for a night, it's settled. "
"Also."
"By the way, let me remind you, the world you see is nothing in my eyes!"
When Mu Yao heard this, she was a little angry.
But she did not stop, nor did she argue with Long Fei.
Just as she had said, there was no such thing as Long Fei in her world.
Mu Ling glanced at Long Fei, sneered, and said: "Junior Sister Mu Yao gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it? "Then prepare to moan in the arena later."
"Humph!"
Mu Ling's eyes were also filled with disdain.
Of course.
When he spoke, Long Fei did not even look at him.
Not long after.
An elder walked up to the stage and said, "Today is a big day for our East District, because today we will be selecting the disciples to enter the South District."
"You are all the elites of my East District, and all of you are talents recommended by the various elders. Today, bring out all of your strength, because today's competition may determine your fate for the rest of your lives."
"Everyone, do your best."
As soon as he finished … Mu Feng took a step forward and said: "Elder, fists and feet have no eyes, what if we accidentally kill someone? After all, some of us are just here to make up the numbers. For people like us who don't have any strength at all, what if we don't control our strength well and directly kill them?
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"There's no need to take responsibility, right?"
As long as one wasn't a fool, they could tell that Mu Feng's words were aimed at Long Fei and Mu Yun.
Without waiting for the Elder to speak, Long Fei stood up and said with a smile, "Senior Brother's words seem to be directed at us brothers?"
Mu Feng was also very direct. "That's right, I'm talking to you two pieces of trash."
Long Fei said, "Since you said it to us, I can also declare my position now. If you kill me in the arena later, you don't have to bear any responsibility. If I die, I deserve it."
"But … what about you, Senior Brother?"
Mu Feng sneered, "Do you think you can defeat me? A low-level talent trash like you? "
"Don't you think you're daydreaming?"
"Hahaha …"
"Hahaha …"
Many people around him laughed out loud.
Who was Mu Feng?
As the most powerful disciple in the Eastern District, he had a 100% chance of passing this assessment.
No one could stop him.
He had been cultivating in the Southern District for a long time, and had also received guidance from the Southern District Elder. His current cultivation was also the highest among all the disciples in the Eastern District, reaching Grade 4 of the Divine Moon Realm.
The strongest disciple.
Entering South Side was a piece of cake.
The disciples of the Eastern District were no match for him at all.
Long Fei, a mere Odd Job Disciple, could be his opponent?
What a joke!
Long Fei said: "Senior Brother, please answer me directly. If I kill you, what should I do? Do you want to take responsibility? "
Mu Feng bellowed, and said: "If I am beaten to death by you, then I deserve it, but … Do you think that's possible?"
Long Fei said: "Whether it's possible or not, we'll know in the arena later."
Immediately.
Long Fei did not stop, but asked: "Elder, since Senior Brother Mu Feng has made his stance clear, then what about the other senior brothers? I, a Odd Job Disciple, don't know how to control my strength. If I accidentally injure them or cripple them, I won't have to take responsibility, right? "
"What a joke, with just you?" Mu Ling was the first to jump out.
Many disciples immediately followed: "Brat, you're so arrogant."
"A Odd Job Disciple is so arrogant?"
"If we lose to you, then we deserve it."
"Later on, I'll be the first to take your dog life."
… ….
Many of the examinees were filled with righteous indignation, as if they had f * cked their mothers.
The elder coughed lightly and said: "Mu Fei, you heard what they said. Don't worry, I won't ask you to take responsibility."
"You have to protect yourself."
He was also reminding him out of goodwill.
After all, Long Fei's identity was a little special.
Mu Xingyun and the Seven Heroes of the North District had spoken up for him, so he, as an elder of the East District, did not dare to neglect them.
"Alright!"
"Are there any other questions?"
"If not, then we'll begin." The elder said a few words.
Long Fei stood up again and said: "Elder, is my brother the same as me?"
The elder said impatiently: "Sure."
"Are there any more questions?"
Long Fei shook his head: "Not now."
The elder continued: "All of your names have been entered. When the list of matches appears, the winner will enter the next round and the loser will be eliminated."
"After a short rest, the arena assessment will begin immediately."
The East District's assessment was not that complicated.
There was only one round of competition.
This was because every disciple was carefully selected and recommended by the elders. They were all elite disciples of the East District.
The arena competition was an assessment.
Several registration elders injected the name of each disciple into a piece of black stone with their thoughts.
At this moment.
Many people were discussing.
"If only those two trash brats were my opponents. Then I would be guaranteed a spot in the next round."
"Hahaha … I also want to fight against the two of them."
"The two of them are just free babies."
"Two janitor disciples with low talent, do they know what cultivation is?"
"There has never been a janitor disciple who has passed the assessment."
"That's right."
"God bless me, let me meet one of them, Amitabha."
… ….
In their eyes, Long Fei and Mu Yun were two soft persimmons that anyone could pinch and trample under their feet.
Janitor disciples with low talent.
The arena assessment was a free point.
It wasn't just them, Mu Ling was also secretly praying in his heart to meet Long Fei or Mu Yun, because that way he could show off in front of Mu Yao.
Mu Ling was a Spirit Herb Master, but his martial arts cultivation was not weak either.
He was confident that he could crush Long Fei without a problem.
Looking at Long Fei in the crowd, Mu Ling secretly said, "Brat, as long as I meet you, I will definitely teach you a lesson."
"I lost to you last time, I will take revenge on you in the arena!"
Five minutes later.
The elder said: "Alright, the list of matches is out."
As soon as he finished.
The first round of matches appeared on the huge black stone screen.
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