Chapter 159: Scold (2/2)

Those four blood marks appeared slammed, which no one expected.

The four blood seals exploded and turned into black air, rushing to Mu Fengxing to leave.

”Wanying has no palm!”

Seeing the black air approaching, Mu Fengxing had no choice but to cast his shadows and return to his palms, his palms hit the air, making a popping sound.

The strands of black energy were broken, but there were still a few strands of black energy that penetrated through the palm of the hand and penetrated into Mu Fengxing's arm.

”I lost!”

Seeing this scene, Song Jingcai stood up, dripping blood in his hands, bowed his head and conceded, but then turned around and stepped down.

Class 9 won the game again after four consecutive victories.

But the competition won this time is of great significance, because this is the top five classes. The top five classes represent the elite students of Leifeng Academy, second only to the 100 people on the top of the list.

”Mu Fengxing, come down!”

On Mu Yun's side, he greeted Mu Fengxing in a hurry.

”sit down!”

”Brother, I'm fine!”

”I'll let you sit down!” Mu Yun said beyond doubt: ”Now, run your Qihai Cave True Yuan, give it a try...”

”Ok!”

hiss……

It's just that Mu Fengxing just nodded and responded, running the true essence, and the sting erupted from his sea of ​​qi, and even caused pain in other acupuncture points in his body.

”How could this be?” Mu Fengxing said with an ugly face.

”I expected that Song Jingcai used blood seal technique. This kind of technique hurts the martial artist a lot. It seems that in order to hurt you, the fifth class is really cruel.”

”Teacher that Mu...”

”Don't worry, this blood seal technique will not hurt you. It's just that you can't use the true essence for a short time. Otherwise, the acupuncture points of the whole body will cause tingling. Although it does not harm the martial artist, the tingling is fundamental Impossible to bear, so the next game...”

As Mu Yun said, his eyes fell on the Mo Yang four.

”Everyone listens to me, it is not easy for our advanced class 9 to get to this point. I know that everyone has tried their best and can beat the first five classes of advanced class 5. We are already known as Leifeng Academy. Next... …To do what we can, the champion doesn’t matter. In our hearts, we are always the champion, right?”

”No!”

After Mu Yun's words fell, Huang Wuji suddenly shouted: ”How can this be done? The championship is not for us, not for Class 9!”

”If you weren't for the pastoral tutor, we would still be the junior class 9 now, the garbage class that is ridiculed by others. No tutor is willing to lead us and lead us to become stronger.”

”It is you who let us see hope and win the championship. We are not for ourselves, but for you. Now let us give up, how is it possible... How can we be worthy of you!”

Huang Wuji's voice choked and the words were intermittent.

Hearing this, the other students also bowed their heads.

This time, they are not fighting for themselves, but for Mu Yun!

However, things have reached this point...

The 9th squad was restricted and could only play with five people, and now Mu Fengxing was severely injured, so he could endure the stinging of acupuncture points all over his body, how could it be possible?

Four, how else to fight next?

Opponents are stronger than the other.

The senior class 4 was taught by them last time because their strongest students did not play, and the senior class 3, Wang Xinyu's class, had a lot of evildoers.

Advanced class one, advanced class two, it goes without saying.

When Huang Wuji shouted, Mu Yun stayed in place.

Then, Mu Yun gave a wry smile, patted Huang Wuji on the shoulder, and stepped onto the ring.

The rise of the advanced class 9 has made many people uncomfortable.

Seven players competed and became five players. Now, it was obviously a normal fighting, but it turned into a desperate effort to injure his students and unable to participate in the battle.

What else can I do if I am forced into this situation?

Let go?

That's nonsense!

war!

There is only one battle!

Stepping onto the ring, at this moment, Ci Yu is already standing on the ring.

Looking at his opponent, Mu Yun smiled.

Looking around, looking at the tens of thousands of students, Mu Yun spoke.

”Today, I, Mu Yun, stand here and tell you what is a genius and what is a waste!”

”Advanced Class Nine is my class and my students. Each of them is a genius. They will not fail or give up. Therefore, they will definitely go to the end and be the first.”

”And you, you are just rubbish, you can only play cheap!” Pointing to the crowd of Class 5, Mu Yun cursed, ”All of you are rubbish, and your strength is not as good as your opponents, so you came up with such a trick!”

”Yan Yunyu, Xiao Buyu, Ci Yu, you can only be rubbish, and I, Mu Yun, will trample you under your feet.”

”Today, I just want to ask, you guys, which trash, which villain, will be my Mu Yun's opponent, can be my Mu Yun's opponent!”

”Today, I, Mu Yun, will take my ninth class, the stable advanced class first, and trample all your waste under your feet. Any treacherous means, take it out!”

Mu Yun stood in front of thousands of people, pointing at the person he wanted to scold, and the person he should scold, and shouted.

Suddenly, there was deathly silence, everyone looked at Mu Yun dumbfounded.