Chapter 3907 You Are Too Weak

"You still dare to quibble?"

"See if I don't smash your mouth!" Mu Wufeng took a step forward and was about to attack Long Fei.

Seeing this, Mu Dafu had no choice but to go up and stand in front of Long Fei, saying: "Elder Wufeng, you must have made a mistake."

"It must be a misunderstanding, please ask Elder Wu Feng to investigate clearly."

He had to keep Long Fei.

This is his mission.

Even if he died, he had to save Long Fei's life.

Mu Wufeng is the first rank of Shenyue, if he makes a move, Long Fei will definitely not be able to hold back.

Mu Wufeng was furious, staring at Mu Dafu and yelling, "Try to stop me, believe it or not, I will kill you."

During the conversation.

Mu Wufeng kicked Mu Dafu.

Mu Dafu did not evade.

After receiving this kick heavily, he was also kicked and knelt on the ground, but did not get up, and said: "Elder Wufeng, even if the two of them are wrong, they will still be enforced by the Law Enforcement Hall."

Seeing Mu Dafu being kicked and kneeling on the ground, Long Fei felt even more upset. He rushed forward and said heavily, "Since you said that we learned our exercises secretly from you, that's good!"

"Try it!"

"Look who steals who!"

The voice fell.

Mu Dafu's eyes tightened, and he said anxiously: "Elder Wufeng, this child is not sensible, so don't take it seriously."

Mu Wufeng smiled coldly, stared at Long Fei and said, "Boy, you said this yourself. Since it's a competition, let's add a precondition."

"Life and death are up to God!"

Mu Yun's expression darkened, he immediately grabbed Long Fei, shook his head and said, "Don't compare, Boss."

Mu Dafu was also a little nervous, and said, "You bastard, this is the practice academy. In fact, it's a place where you acted wildly. Hurry up and make amends to me."

What does it mean to live and die by God?

It means that people will die on the test field.

and.

Long Fei is only in the middle stage of the gods, and the cultivation bases of the disciples of the practice academy are all higher than him, the realms are completely unequal, and there is only one result in the competition.

Long Fei is dead!

But Mu Wufeng didn't give Long Fei a chance to repent, and said coldly, "Boy, you can either have a competition as you said, or... let me keep the hands of the two of you today."

Long Fei said: "Compare, compare, whoever compares with his grandson."

"good!"

"Go to the ring." Mu Wufeng gave a deep voice, glanced at Long Fei, and said in his heart: "You dog, a mere mid-stage god dares to act wildly in front of me, and I will kill you later!"

The disciples of many training institutes also became excited.

"Boy, you are doomed!" "Playing wild in our territory? If I can get you out alive today, I will write my name backwards."

"How dare the handyman disciple be so arrogant?"

"Look for death."

...

The disciples of the practice academy began to walk towards the ring.

Mu Yun's face was gloomy, and he said: "Boss, their cultivation base is a few realms higher than ours, how can they compare, and they may not be able to compete with you in the Eight Explosion Fist."

Mu Dafu looked at Long Fei and exhaled lightly. It was impossible for him to recover from the incident. He patted Long Fei's shoulder and said, "Save your life in the ring, remember that life is everything."

He also thought that Long Fei could not win.

After all, Long Fei's realm is here, the level gap is too big, how can he win?

If it was yesterday, maybe Long Fei really couldn't win.

but.

With the power of the inscription in hand, Long Fei's strength can be increased several times.

Not to mention much, there should be no opponents in the Shenyue Realm.

Looking at the entire practice academy, except for Mu Wufeng, the other disciples are all in the realm of gods.

Long Fei said lightly, "Don't worry, I can protect myself well."

"Boy."

"Get out here."

On the arena, a disciple of the seventh grade of the gods shouted.

Mu Dafu's eyes sank, and he said, "The seventh grade of the gods."

"Boy, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Long Fei had already walked out.

Mu Wufeng said lightly, "Mu Hai, let him see what the Eight Explosion Fist is."

While speaking, his eyes slightly lifted.

Mu Hai on the stage understood, looked at Long Fei and said with a sneer, "Boy, hurry up and learn my Eight Explosion Fist."

Long Fei stepped onto the ring.

In a split second.

All the disciples in the practice academy were shouting.

"Kill him."

"kill him."

"Kill him."

"See if he dares to be arrogant."

...

The sound was too loud, attracting many people from outside to watch.

in.

Mu Yuanan is one of them.

He looked at Long Fei on the ring, his eyes changed slightly, "It's him?"

I was quite shocked.

"Everyone, come and see, the handyman disciples are challenging the disciples of the training academy."

"Everyone come and see."

"The handyman disciple challenged the green card disciple of the training school? Which handyman disciple is so crazy? Is this head flooded, or was kicked by a donkey?"

"This handyman disciple is afraid of death, isn't he crazy?"

"It should be tired of living."

...

It was the first time that a white-card handyman disciple challenged a green-card disciple in the Eastern District. After such a spread, half of the people in the Eastern District knew about it.

People flocked to the practice hall like a tide.

Many people even started to gamble directly.

In the arena.

Mu Hai showed a disdainful smile, and said, "Boy, do you want me to explain to you what the Eight Explosion Fist is?"

Long Fei smiled and said: "Your is the Eight Explosion Fist, and mine is the Nine Explosion Fist. I can explain to you what the Nine Explosion Fist is."

Mu Hai's eyes turned dark, and he shouted, "I'm courting death."

The voice did not fall.

The body is like a taut bow and arrow, suddenly struck out.

The speed can be said to be as fast as the acme of the seventh rank of the gods.

Almost in half a breath, he rushed in front of Long Fei, moved his right fist, and roared, "Eight Explosive Fist!"

The fist wind roared vigorously.

This punch was obviously much stronger than Mu Shan's.

Even Mu Yao in the crowd looked at it seriously.

but.

The corner of Long Fei's mouth twitched lightly, and with a step on his front foot, he took three steps back abruptly.

"Buzz!"

After the punch missed, Mu Hai sneered, "Escape? Can you escape?"

The punch missed, turned around and attacked again.

but.

The moment Long Fei landed on the ground, his body sank, and he charged forward directly, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, "Nine Explosive Fist!"

With a sneer on Mu Hai's face, he said, "Die me, Eight Explosion Fist!"

Fists meet.

The power suddenly exploded.

Long Fei took half a step back.

But Mu Hai directly flew out of the ring and landed ten meters away.

"boom!"

He fell a dog and ate shit, and was so angry that he was slapped from the ground, and he was about to rush into the ring again.

But.

Long Fei raised a finger at him, shook it lightly, and said, "You are too weak."

The voice fell.

"burst!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

There were eight consecutive explosions on Mu Hai's body, and each sound was a stream of blood spurting out. Standing in place, there were eight explosions, and he became a blood man.

Long Fei stared at Mu Wufeng and said with a faint smile: "Do you know what the Nine Explosions are? The first one is the dog's shit, and the other eight blows are similar."

"See clearly?"

"Do you want me to teach you?"

Being humiliated like this, the top of Mu Wufeng's head was smoking...