Chapter 923 It's an Egg

The voice was harsh, but not frivolous.

The mature voice is full of sarcasm, and it can be directly heard that the age of the person who pronounces it is definitely not in the twenty-year-old age group.

The crowd followed the sound and looked back.

A set of red high-necked windbreaker that hangs directly to the knees, with double rows of metal buckles shining with bronze luster.

Two arms hang down by the side, palms covered by black leather gloves.

Under the gray-white cropped head, there is a tough face with chiseled chisels, but the eyes that most embody the spirit are blocked by a pair of dark-colored sunglasses.

Walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, he is half a head shorter than Boat, and his figure is also a little thinner.

But for ordinary people, he is a strong man with a height of 190 centimeters, and his every move is full of strength!

When he appeared, the powerful aura that naturally emanated from his body made people retreat involuntarily.

However, there was one exception, and that was Scott, the accompanying team leader of Dawn Academy!

Bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared in his eyeballs, it was not panic, not anger, but excitement!

That is the expression of a drowning person seeing the hope of saving his life.

Mu Fan naturally looked back indifferently.

Seeing Mu Fan's gaze, the strange man who suddenly appeared let out a soft snort.

"What do you have to be proud of when you meet students like this who can't even enter the Second Line of Dawn?"

"What kind of identity, what kind of words, so...you'd better take it back."

The sarcasm made the faces of all Shuguang students change color, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Because there is deep fear in their pupils.

Mu Fan's eyes instantly turned into needlepoints.

Every time this man takes a step, there will be a footprint about one centimeter deep on the stone slab under his feet.

There was no earth-shattering movement and destructive effect of Mu Fan's previous battle, no stone debris avalanche, only these clear...footprints.

It was these footprints imprinted silently that showed the grey-haired man's toughness even more!

Excited, Scott's face was as rosy as a drunk's, and he wanted to move forward to speak, but he didn't dare to take a step.

The dark thread of the exchange group, the real team's strongest speaker... Sickle.

Only one word.

A word filled with blood.

But he is the real strong man in the night teaching group!

In the night under the brilliance of Dawn Academy, the legendary teaching group of strong men who are rarely known by people!

At this moment, it suddenly appeared.

On the collar of the red windbreaker, that sickle embroidered with gold thread!

Clenching his fists tightly, Scott felt his heart was already too excited.

Now that Mr. Sickle has appeared, all the mess will be... reaped.

With gloating eyes, Scott looked at Mu Fan, and a cold smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

And the latter, after hearing what Kama said, was just...

He raised his eyebrows.

Mu Fan raised his chin slightly, neither humble nor overbearing, looked over with his usual indifferent eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up with the same cold irony.

"What I said has several characteristics."

In the bright black eyes, there is indifference and a strong fighting spirit rising faintly!

"No take back."

Three words spit out from thin lips.

"No regrets."

Another simple three words.

"Don't fail."

Three sentences, nine words, with an extremely strong self-confidence, instantly swept back the aura that had just been suppressed.

And once again, sharp!

"Oh?"

Lian raised his right hand slowly, and gently took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of green pupils like a wolf.

Just looking at those eyes, there is a breathtaking feeling.

"Then I'll let you take it back."

With a slightly hoarse but magnetic voice, Kamen announced his family.

But that pair of green eyes glowed with a cold aura.

"If you say no...then after five seconds, I'll hang you on that tree, and make Dingchuan Academy famous for you."

He raised his right hand, and stretched out an index finger from the black leather glove, pointing at the giant osmanthus tree that Boat had knocked out of outline just now and Mu Fan punched through.

Behind the indifferent tone was extremely strong self-confidence, as if the sickle was speaking to an ant.

"Mu Fan! Do you know how far your selfish behavior has trapped the academy!"

At this time, Zhang Shaotang, who had been suppressing his anger, stood up.

"It's time to fight. Don't tell me you haven't finished yet!? Today is the college's reception for exchange students. Your troubles should come to an end." With those gloomy words, Zhang Shaotang said word by word: " Take back what you just said, apologize to the person who hurt you, and I can pretend that this didn't happen."

The breeze blows, and the ninth promenade is quiet.

People who saw this scene on the Internet were also in deep thought.

Everyone's eyes fell on Mu Fan at this moment.

...

"I did this, so what?"

...

One sentence of indifferent rebuttal, like a single spark, instantly ignited on the grassland.

Mu Fan opened his mouth softly, tilted his chin slightly, and moved his eyeballs.

"Zhang Shaotang, Dingchuan's glory was not obtained by asking for it, but by relying on his fist..."

The last four words, said plainly, seemed to be bombarded heavily in everyone's heart.

A new student had such a deafening voice, like a shocking thunder, how many people were awakened.

After finishing speaking, Mu Fan turned his gaze back to the sickly sickle.

No longer pay attention to Zhang Shaotang.

Although the opponent's sense of danger is getting stronger and stronger, but at this moment, he will never take a step back.

Once something is said, it is impossible to take it back!

If he took this step back today, his spine would be bent.

He is Mu Fan. From birth to the present, he has not asked for heaven or land, and has lived from a dead end all the way to the present Mu Fan.

"The glory of our nation lies in the indomitable progress."

Repeating this sentence silently in his heart, the blood in Mu Fan's eyes became more and more intense.

The Shura clan will not back down half a step before a battle.

Arms crossed in front of the body, transmitted from the bones to the muscles, and shook with strength.

The sweat that emerged instantly dissipated into mist.

There was neither sadness nor joy in Mu Fan's eyes, only the cold fighting intent like a blade.

The arms are pulled back suddenly, and the five fingers are twisted.

Blue veins floated up on the arm, winding to the back of the hand.

Fist front, straight ahead!

"very good."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lian. I don't belong to ordinary students, nor do I belong to mentors... I'm from Shuguang."

After the words fell, the palm holding the black leather glove flicked lightly.

The sunglasses drew a parabola in the air and fell towards Mu Fan.

This movement is not fast, nor is the speed at which the sunglasses fly.

So people have enough time to see this scene clearly, and also have enough time to think...

Why is this pair of sunglasses being thrown? What would the grey-haired man attack?

But when the sunglasses flew halfway, all the guesses were answered.

And an answer that goes far beyond the limits of their vision!

One foot on the ground.

The red windbreaker was raised high.

A series of more than twelve afterimages instantly opened up in the air!

The second came first, and the sunglasses passed by at top speed.

A giant red sickle light trail instantly appeared in the air!

That was the arm that was smashed by the scythe under the red windbreaker!

In front of the fist knife was Mu Fan whose eyes were starting to turn blood red.

Boom.

A loud noise penetrated the air, spread into the earth, and spread to the distance along the surface and trees.

There are numerous fallen leaves, and this promenade seems to have rained.

In this rain of leaves...

A huge black figure with extremely strong physique appeared in front of Mu Fan without warning!

"You fucking..."

"It's an egg."

The thick voice with evil spirit was like a landslide.