Mu Ling couldn't wait any longer.
It felt so good to have his wish come true.
Everyone looked at Mu Ling at the same time.
Many people were envious.
"Senior Brother Mu Ling is so lucky."
"Although Senior Brother Mu Ling is a herb master, he is much stronger than that servant disciple."
"So lucky. Why don't I have the same luck?"
"Why..."
...
Without waiting for the elder's announcement, Mu Ling leaped onto the stage and pointed at Longfei with an excited smile, "Come, come, come, come, come, come, come."
Mu Yun said, "Boss, let me go. I want to kill him."
Mu Yun looked at Mu Ling's smug face. He was quite annoyed.
"You go against Mu Feng. He has the highest cultivation among them. Prepare yourself." Long Fei smiled. "As for this guy, hehe... Let him be happy for a few seconds."
"He's going to cry soon. No... He's going to be crippled."
The elder announced. "The first round, Mu Fei versus Mu Ling."
"Disciples, please come to the stage."
Mu Ling said impatiently. "Little servant, hurry up. I'll make you kneel and call me daddy."
He was extremely smug.
His smug face really deserved a beating.
Long Fei walked onto the stage unhurriedly.
Mu Ling said proudly, "Kid, kneel down, call me master, and apologize to Junior Sister Mu Yao. Then, I'll spare your life today."
"Or... You die here today."
Long Fei looked at the elder and said, "Elder, may we begin?"
The elder said, "Yes."
Mu Ling said, "Little servant, kneel down and call me..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound.
"Boom!"
An afterimage was sent flying.
Dozens of meters away, Mu Ling's body was hanging on a tree branch. His legs were swinging weakly. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and his face was extremely pale.
He couldn't make a sound at all.
He should be crippled.
No one could react. They only saw that one person was suddenly missing from the stage. Everyone was stunned.
They only looked at the direction of the tree when they heard the muffled sound.
"Senior Brother Mu Ling..."
"This …"
"What just happened?"
"I … this … did you see it clearly?"
"Brother Mu Ling, what's wrong?"
"Why did you fly to the tree?"
"Is Senior Brother Mu Ling using some powerful technique?"
"Definitely."
"That kid is going to be out of luck soon."
…
Inexplicably, she 'flew' to the top of the tree. No one really saw what was going on. They all thought that Mu Ling was going to use a powerful technique.
Even some elders urged: "Mu Ling, what are you doing? This is a test. Hurry up and make your move. "
However …
He called out a few times, but Mu Ling did not respond at all.
Long Fei lightly said, "Elder, can I go down?"
"Huh?"
"Go down?"
"Where are we going?" The elder didn't know how to react.
At this moment.
A disciple who walked in let out a cry of shock, and said: "Elder, elder, no, no, not good."
"Brother Mu Ling, he … he's dead!"
As soon as he finished.
The entire audience was silent. Everyone's gaze shifted to Long Fei.
Long Fei looked at his own fist and muttered to himself, "Aiya, I made a mistake in controlling my strength. I thought I would just cripple him, but I didn't expect him to die."
His gaze moved. Long Fei looked at the elder and said: "Elder, I don't have to take responsibility, right?"
The elder was also stunned.
He didn't know that this would happen.
An elder quickly walked to Mu Ling's side, checked and said: "He's dead."
There was an uproar.
The hosting elder looked at Long Fei.
Long Fei waited for the answer and said: "I didn't control my strength, it was a mistake, a mistake, but …" I think he said that he deserved to die, right? "
"Thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness that I asked him just now."
Long Fei pretended to be afraid, and thought to himself: "I gave you a chance last time, and you still dare to jump out this time? If you're courting death, I'll grant your wish. "
The elder's expression was wooden. He didn't know how to deal with it, but seeing Long Fei walk down the stage, he could only give up.
After all, Mu Ling had just said those words.
But …
He was thinking, what did Long Fei do just now?
Not only him, all the elders and disciples present were thinking about this question. What did Long Fei do?
Why did Mu Ling hang on the tree in an instant?
It was too fast.
No one could see it clearly.
Long Fei walked down the stage and purposely walked to Mu Yao's side. He said indifferently: "Did you see it clearly? If you didn't see it clearly, I'll slow down a bit. "
With that, Long Fei smiled and left with large strides.
The moment Long Fei spoke, Mu Yao could not move at all.
She did not see clearly how Long Fei had made his move just now.
In a month's time, she had broken through to the Divine Moon Realm. She thought that Long Fei was no longer his match.
But now …
Mu Yao's gaze tensed up, and she clenched her fists tightly.
At this moment.
Although her confidence had suffered a blow, she still believed that she could defeat Long Fei.
"First, first, the first match has ended. Mu Fei, victory!" The elder couldn't even speak clearly. After all, someone had died.
Mu Ling was even a disciple chosen by the elders of the Southern District Dan Institute, and now she had died just like that.
He definitely had to be responsible.
Following that.
The elder said: "It's true that fists and feet have no eyes, but we are all fellow disciples of the same sect, so it's fine to stop. Don't kill again."
He was worried that someone would die again.
Just now, he thought that the young and arrogant disciple was just playing around, but now, it seemed that no one was playing around.
"Next match!"
"Mu Sui versus Mu Liu."
"Disciples, please step forward."
… ….
The assessment continued.
However, many people were still thinking about the previous assessment between Long Fei and Mu Ling.
It was too fast.
They really wanted to know what had happened.
… ….
"Next match, Mu Yao versus Mu Yueran."
"Disciples, please come up the stage."
When the name 'Mu Yao' was announced, the surroundings immediately quietened down.
Mu Yao's beautiful figure moved and with a light leap, she landed on the stage like a dragonfly skimming the water, attracting a wave of cheers.
"Senior Sister Mu Yao is too beautiful."
"Senior Sister Mu Yao, I love you."
"Senior Sister Mu Yao, you can do it."
… ….
Mu Yao stood on the stage, looked at her opponent, cupped her hands and bowed, and said: "Senior Brother, please."
Mu Yueran's sword moved, and said: "Junior Sister, watch this move."
As soon as he finished.
Mu Yao's figure also suddenly changed, the power in her body surged out, and she shouted: "Eight Violent Fist."
"Rumble!"
A muffled sound rang out.
A punch directly landed on Mu Yueran's chest.
"Bam!"
Mu Yueran was directly sent flying. Eight consecutive explosions sounded out from his body as he spat out a large mouthful of blood. He landed on the ground and struggled to get up, saying: "I lost."
Mu Yao bowed slightly, and said: "Senior Brother, thank you for letting me win."
It was also one move.
Fast, ruthless, fierce!
"Mu Yao wins."
"Next match, Mu Yun versus Mu Feng."
"Disciples, please come up the stage."
The elder read out the names of the two.
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