Long Fei stood behind Mu Yao and looked at Mu Yun, who was on the stage.
Mu Yao was slightly surprised.
She didn't know when Long Fei stood behind her.
However …
When she heard Long Fei's words, a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she coldly said: "Can a handyman disciple be Senior Brother Mu Feng's opponent?"
She directly used the word 'handyman disciple' to describe Mu Yun.
Obviously, Mu Yao didn't even remember Mu Yun's name in her heart, and she didn't even have the qualifications to be called out by her.
She was arrogant.
At least in the Eastern District, she was like a swan.
Long Fei said: "Hehe …"
"Your Eight Violent Fist just now can only be counted as seven and a half violent, and the remaining half violent power still hasn't come out. You think you've succeeded, but unfortunately, you haven't."
"You think your talent is good, but … Entering the Southern District is just an ordinary disciple, where can you go?"
"What kind of realm can you enter? Limitless? Or Haoran? Or will you stay in the Moon God Realm forever? "
"You think you have a lot of capital, but in my eyes, your most valuable thing is your face. In my world, you are at best a vase."
"If it weren't for my brother taking a fancy to you, you wouldn't even be qualified to be a vase."
Long Fei said unhurriedly.
Mu Yao's eyes were slightly angry, and she said: "What the hell do you want to say?"
Long Fei said: "I want you to see reality clearly."
"Reality?"
Mu Yao's words were cold, and she said: "What is reality? Reality is that I listen to your orders? Reality is that you want me to be with a handyman disciple? "
"Is this reality? No, this is not reality. The reality is that he, a handyman disciple, will soon die in the ring. The reality is that I have been training day and night for three years just to enter the Southern District … "
"Don't talk to me about reality!"
She knew very well what she wanted.
What she was pursuing now was the supreme of martial arts. What she wanted was to constantly break through and gain more power. She wanted to enter the Southern District, the Western District, and finally the Northern District. She wanted to master the Mu Jia's spatial power.
As for love?
She never thought about it.
She never looks down, she only looks up.
The corner of Long Fei's lips curled up, "It seems like you don't understand what I'm trying to say. There's no rush, let's talk about it after you finish watching this."
…
"Senior Brother Mu Feng, cripple this odd job disciple."
"Senior Brother Mu Feng, kill him!"
"Senior Brother Mu Feng is the strongest disciple in the Eastern Region. I heard that his cultivation has already reached the fourth stage of the Divine Moon Realm. Not to mention the Eastern Region, even among his peers in the Southern Region, there are very few who are his match. An ant-like Odd Job Disciple would probably be able to kill him with a single finger."
"Exactly. I really don't know who gave that Odd Job Disciple the courage to actually dare to go up the stage. Isn't he courting death?"
"He's that toad, the toad that likes Senior Sister Mu Yao."
"Hahaha …"
…
In the eyes of the disciples and the elders, there was no doubt about the outcome of the battle.
Because …
The difference was too great.
Mu Feng had a 100% chance of entering the southern district, but Mu Yun? He was just a lowly talented odd-job disciple.
Mu Yao coldly snorted, and said: "Look, everyone is laughing at him, everyone thinks that he will lose."
"His opponent is Senior Brother Mu Feng, what right does he have to win, what right does he have to win?"
"People must know their own limits."
"What kind of person is what kind of person should do."
His words were filled with ridicule.
Long Fei laughed, and said: "You are right, people must know their own limits."
Following that.
Long Fei shouted towards the stage, "Mu Yun."
Mu Yun looked at him.
Long Fei raised a finger.
The corner of Mu Yun's mouth hooked up, and he smiled excitedly, revealing his pure white teeth.
He understood what Long Fei meant.
Mu Yao didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"
Long Fei said: "You'll know soon enough."
… ….
On the stage.
The corner of Mu Feng's mouth drew back, revealing a disdainful sneer, and said: "A trash odd-job disciple is worthy of standing on the same stage as me?"
"Sure!"
"Today, I'll send you to hell first. Later, I'll send that trash Mu Fei."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Feng's figure moved.
"Uproar!"
His robes exploded, his figure was like the wind, his fist moved, dense divine moon power surged out, and a punch smashed onto Mu Yun's head.
It was very savage.
If this punch landed, his head would definitely explode.
Mu Yun stood in place without moving, as if he hadn't reacted at all.
"Just like an idiot."
"There's no reaction at all."
"What kind of reaction can he have with his cultivation?"
"He will definitely die an ugly death."
"Hahaha …"
… ….
Mu Yao couldn't help but say indifferently: "This is the Eight Violent Fist that you want me to see? I think it's more like not using your fists, and not moving at all. "
Long Fei didn't say anything.
Because he was clear about Mu Yun's strength.
His cultivation level was not as high as Mu Feng's. If Mu Feng did not fight in close combat, then he still had a chance of winning.
Then he had no chance at all.
Just as the fist was half a centimeter away from Mu Yun's head, Mu Yun moved.
Both fists moved at the same time.
His body emitted the aura of a wild beast.
A series of explosive sounds could be heard from his joints.
Both fists sank, and both fists collided with each other, fiercely smashing towards the center.
"Boom!"
"Rumble …"
"Rumble …"
"Rumble …"
A series of explosive sounds could be heard.
And Mu Feng's body came to an abrupt stop.
His entire body froze in front of Mu Yun. His fist was still a centimeter away from Mu Yun, and then it slowly descended.
Then …
On his left and right temples were Mu Yun's left and right fists.
Both of them were protruding out.
His face was as pale as a thin piece of paper.
Time seemed to have stopped, and the entire square was dead silent. Everyone was looking at the stage with their mouths wide open.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
What made them even more dumbfounded was …
Mu Feng's body suddenly trembled.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
Eight loud explosions occurred in eight different places. Eight loud explosions sounded like claps of thunder in the quiet square. It was extremely ear-piercing.
Every time an explosive sound was heard, Mu Feng would spit out a mouthful of blood.
Some of the disciples who had trained in the Eight Violent Fist cried out in fear, "This, this, is this the Eight Violent Fist?"
"Eight Violent Fist?"
"Isn't this explosive sound a little too intense? I've never seen such an Eight Violent Fist before. "
Just at this moment of astonishment.
Another eight explosive sounds rang out.
The eight parts of Mu Feng's body exploded once again.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
This time, even more people were shocked.
They were all scared silly.
Even the elders were dumbfounded.
An elder said in shock: "Eight Violent Fist, eight more violent fists, is this the Sixteen Violent Fist? This … This … "Terrifying!"
Another elder stood up, looked at Mu Feng who was on the verge of collapse on the stage, and said: "This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
The last explosive sound rang out. Mu Feng's body moved backwards.
There was no aura!
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