Chapter 129 Don't Leave Overnight Enmity

Seeing many students staring at him like idiots, Mu Yun curled his lips: "Did it feel good to be abused by Class 98 just now?"

"Now, of course, it is time to get back on the field. If you are beaten and don't take revenge, what do you do to become a warrior? Is it just to get beaten?"

"In other words, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but it's a pity that we are not gentlemen, so we don't leave overnight revenge."

"Let me ask you one last question, now, do you dare to find the junior class No. 98? If you are scared, stay in the class and wait for the news of the triumphant return."

Mu Yun's continuous words were thrown out, which surprised and stunned everyone.

This is what a teacher should have.

Before, they had changed one tutor after another, but every time they were beaten, the tutors told them to endure and not to make trouble.

Tolerate?

A warrior should endure, but if he endures every time, he is not a warrior, but a turtle!

"Okay, this time I, Xuanyuan Zhe, will go on stage in person and beat those bastards to the point of crying!"

As soon as Mu Yun finished speaking, a student stood up and couldn't help shouting.

The student was wearing a brocade long gown and a black windbreaker. He had delicate features, but at the moment his face was covered with bruises. It was obvious that he had been beaten just now.

Xuanyuan Zhe?

"Xiaoxuan! Since you are so confident, I'll let you come for the first round!" Looking at Xuanyuan Zhe, Mu Yun said earnestly.

"Cough cough..." After a dry cough, Xuanyuan Zhe sat down and said, "Master Mu, those who are capable will stay. I'll just be a backup, just a backup!"

"..."

Above the martial arts training ground, a dozen or so students from the junior class ninety-eight were chatting there.

"Squad leader, this time is really fun!"

Looking at the geniuses in the class around him, Wen Feng smiled and said, "Junior Class Nine is rubbish. Do you think Tie Feng can show off his power by overpowering Class Ten? Damn!"

"Wen Yang, next time you meet someone from Class Nine, beat me to death. Anyway, if you don't beat someone to death, there will be no problems. Don't be afraid!"

"okay!"

"Haha...Squad leader, if you want me to tell you, the people in junior class 9 will make a detour when they see our junior class 98 in the future!"

"That is!"

"That's a fart!"

A scolding sound sounded, Wen Feng's words were held back, and his face turned red.

who!

"Tie Feng, you still dare to come?" Seeing Tie Feng and a large group of junior class nine students behind him shouting, Wen Feng said contemptuously: "Oh, I am not convinced after losing, is this a group fight?"

Wen Feng didn't care.

Tie Feng is only at the first level of the spiritual acupoint, and although his level is comparable to him, there is a huge gap between the two.

It's only been a while, and again, Tie Feng still loses.

"Students of class ninety-eight, do you dare to do it again?"

Tie Feng shouted: "I think you should all rest well, let's try again, do you dare?"

"Dare you? What dare not?"

Wen Feng sneered and said, "This time, I'll let you know what is a genius and what is trash. Junior Class Nine is trash."

"you……"

"Tie Feng!"

Among the crowd, Mu Yun suddenly walked out, looked at the crowd, and said, "Isn't it just a competition, why is it so troublesome?"

"Three competitions, right? Now it's decided to play. In the first round, Huang Wuji will come, in the second round, Lin Zhi will come, and in the third round...Mu Fengxing, you come."

What?

Hearing Muyun's arrangement, the students of Junior Class Nine were stunned.

What does the pastor want to do?

Huang Wuji is the eleventh prince of the royal family. This guy knows how to be beaten all day long, and he doesn't know how to fight back. He has no status in the royal family, and no one cares about him in the ninth junior class.

Lin Zhi is usually alone and alone, but no one knows what his strength is.

However, Lin Zhi was the son of the head of the Lin family, but he was born to a maidservant of the Lin family.

If Mu Yun is the illegitimate son of the Mu family, and his status is dishonorable, then the existence of Lin Zhi is a disgrace to the head of the Lin family.

And as for Mu Fengxing... This guy, like a ghost every day, doesn't say a word, as if he doesn't fit in with the whole world.

None of these three people knew how strong they were, yet Mu Yun let them play!

"Master Mu, I..." Huang Wuji didn't react to Mu Yun's words for a long time.

He has been stupid since he was a child, so he was bullied since he was a child, it can be said that he was beaten until he was a child, and now he is allowed to play, or at this time...

"It's okay, I trust you!"

"Master pastor, I refuse!"

"Master pastor, I refuse!"

Almost at the same time, Lin Zhi and Mu Fengxing spoke.

"Refusal is invalid!" Mu Yun said impatiently with a straight face, "You two must play, if you don't play, your legs will be broken."

"..."

Broken leg?

In the entire Seven Sages Academy, I have never heard of a mentor who dares to threaten a student like this!

"Whether it's over or not? In the first round, I, Wenyang, will come. You, Junior Class Nine, who will come?"

"Huang Wuji, you go!"

Mu Yun waved his hand, signaling for Huang Wuji to come on stage.

"Yes, mentor!"

Huang Wuji let out a breath, and walked forward, his palms were sweating.

This is the first time he has come forward.

Although he broke through to the tenth level of the physical body with the aid of the spiritual liquid just now, but Wen Yang is also the tenth level of the physical body, and he is good at attacking.

He has no advantage at all.

But he didn't understand why Muyun let him play, but since he played, he didn't want to lose.

He is a waste, looked down upon by several imperial brothers, but he is not stupid, victory and dignity are what every warrior desires.

He Huang Wuji is no exception.

Since we are fighting, we must win!

Since you choose to be beaten, you must hold on!

Attacking is something he is not good at, so defend, if you can't beat it, you can survive it!

"Huang Wuji, although you are a prince in the royal family, I'm afraid I will be sorry today." Wen Yang clattered his hands and laughed, "It's very long-faced to be able to beat a prince down." ah."

"bring it on!"

Already in a defensive posture, Huang Wuji said firmly.

"Big Jade Spiral Palm!"

With a low shout, Wen Yang took a step forward, slapped his palm in the air, cloaked in rain, and slashed at Huang Wuji like the power before the storm.

boom……

Huang Wuji greeted him with a fist, and there was a loud bang, palm and fist collided, and the two figures separated abruptly.

But Wen Yang just took a step back, while Huang Wuji just sat down on the ground with fists and fists, and fell like a dog eating shit.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Huang Wuji throw a dog to eat shit, everyone in junior class 98 laughed loudly, and everyone in class 9 was also dull and blushed.

Seeing this scene, Huang Wuji wanted to admit defeat and retreat.

He would not be Wen Yang's opponent at all, how could he win?

However, Huang Wuji was taken aback when he saw Muyun.

At this moment, Muyun had a smile on his face, that smile seemed to encourage him to stand up again, stand up, and win back the dignity he should have.

Nodding fiercely, Huang Wuji slapped his chest, looked at Wen Yang, showing no sign of retreating.

war!

"ah……"

With a low growl in his throat, Huang Wuji rushed out again, this time, he had no fear at all.

boom……

Dash, get knocked back.

boom……

Dash again, get knocked back again.

boom……

Several times in a row, every time, Huang Wuji rushed forward, but every time, he was repelled by Wen Yang.

But Huang Wuji was not willing to admit defeat at all.

Let's fight!

In his heart, he always had only one thought.

For myself, for Teacher Mu, and for Junior Class Nine, let's fight.

boom……

Once again, Huang Wuji was repelled.

"Damn, this guy, why is he so durable!"

Wen Yang was panting heavily, with his hands resting on his thighs, the sweat dripping from his face wet the ground.

He had forgotten how many punches he had punched this kid, but every time, this Huang Wuji charged forward again, regardless of life or death.

This is not a competition, it is simply seeking to fight.

"Come again!"

With many scars on his body, Huang Wuji never said a word, just sprint, back, sprint, back!

boom……

There was another bang, everyone was used to it, this time, Huang Wuji might be thrown far away again.

Peng...

A figure smashed hard on the ground, rolled around in embarrassment a few times, and then stopped.

"Wenyang!"

However, just when everyone thought that it would still be Huang Wuji who was thrown out this time, a voice of exclamation pulled everyone's attention back.

It's not Huang Wuji, it's Wen Yang!

It was the first time that Wen Yang was repelled.

"Come again!"

But at this moment, Huang Wuji didn't care about that, what he wanted was defense, let someone fight him, let Wen Yang use all his strength to fight him.

Wen Yang hurriedly stood up, and threw a punch in panic.

boom……

Boom...

A muffled sound sounded, Wen Yang fell down again.

It's just that when he fell down this time, there was an extra fist mark on Wen Yang's face.

"Come again!"

Huang Wuji beat blood completely, no longer cared about it, just punched.

bang bang bang...

Under a series of bangs, finally, Wen Yang's face was beaten into a pig's head, and he fell down completely. His body twitched a few times, and then he was silent again.

Won!

Huang Wuji actually won!

Seeing this scene, not only the members of Junior Class Ninety-eight did not believe it, but everyone in Class Nine also couldn't believe it.

"Master Pastor, I won... I won!"

"Okay, go down and rest, remember, don't fall asleep now, carefully recall every bit and every drop of your battle just now."

"yes!"

Hearing Muyun's blessing, Huang Wuji walked behind the crowd, sat down cross-legged, and began to comprehend.

"Damn it, you're going to lose." Wen Feng gritted his teeth seeing Wen Yang lying on the side already unconscious.

"Squad leader, you can't lose in the next two games, let me do it." Beside Wen Feng, a rough-looking man shouted.

"Okay, when you were in Tuoba, you were tenth-fold, I believe in you, this battle must not be lost."

"no problem!"

When Tuoba was 1.9 meters tall, he stood there like a hill. He looked at Junior Class Nine and shouted, "Who will die next? We, Class No. 98, let you fight the battle just now. Do you really think you guys are geniuses? Pooh!"

"Lin Zhi, get on the stage!"

"Master pastor, I..."

"It's so much nonsense, let you go up, believe it or not, I will break your leg."

"I... ok!"

Lin Zhi was wearing a gray shirt, with a thin body and long hair tied behind his head, so he had no choice but to go on stage.