The apprentice just wants to die

"I thought Feng Xun was capable, but the apprentice was just like that." The man in the Haiyue Sect costume was full of sarcasm, and looked at the person opposite him with disdain.

"Try saying one more sentence!" Mo Wuyou wiped away the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Zhao An viciously.

Zhao An sneered, "Why, let's talk about being weak, look at your current appearance, what is the difference between you and a waste."

Because there is a protective formation around it, the voices from the audience cannot be heard on the stage, and the voices of the people on the stage cannot be heard from the audience.

Feng Xun's hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He didn't know what the people on the stage said, so Wuyou showed obvious anger.

Wuyou is not Zhao An's opponent, he has seen this long before the two came to the stage.

The gap between the two is very obvious, and Wuyou can definitely feel it.Although he is usually aggressive, he is not a stubborn person, so why is he so stubborn this time?

Being thrown to the ground again, Mo Wuyou wiped his hand on his clothes, wiping away the blood streaks from the gravel on the ground.

There were bursts of blackness in front of my eyes, and the thick bloody smell in my throat lingered, making me sick to my stomach.

"Feng Xianjun, your apprentice is really stubborn." Yan Zhixin, the head of Haiyue, hugged his beard and said with a smile.

Feng Xun stared at the stage, pursed his lips hard, and could hardly tell what Yan Zhixin said.

Nangong Duan sighed, picked up the other party's words, and responded with a few words.

Yan Zhixin chuckled secretly, seeing Feng Xun's worried and nervous look, he felt better.It is not in vain for him to find such a person.How can Ren Namo Wuyou be a genius in the sky, can he still be compared with a person who has been practicing for 60 years?

This Feng Xun was aloof all day long, and deliberately put on an approachable appearance to deceive people's hearts. He got angry when he saw it, but there was nothing he could do about him.

This time it was finally his turn to be elated.

He became famous at a young age and had extraordinary talent. To him, he was just a brat.Compared with him, this Feng Xun is still far behind.

Qingya and Haiyue have been rotating between the first and second place for many years, but since Feng Xun became Qingya's head teacher, his status is equal to their seniors, Haiyue is still overwhelmed by Qingya, Never been able to get up again.

This time he was finally able to return to the first place, and Yan Zhixin felt that his breathing became much easier.

When Mo Wuyou was completely beaten to the ground, let's see how he taunted them. It would be even better if he could get rid of them, then Feng Xun's painstaking efforts would be in vain.

"Cough cough cough..." Mo Wuyou coughed up a mouthful of blood, put the tip of the sword on the ground, and stood up staggeringly.

"Yo, the trash can actually stand up on his own." Zhao An pointed his nostrils at Mo Wuyou, his tone full of sarcasm.

"But a waste is a waste, and the master who taught you such a waste is also incompetent. It has been spread so much outside, and so many people want to be a teacher, I think it is for nothing."

Zhao An was filled with jealousy. Back then, he also wanted to join Feng Xun's sect, but he refused without hesitation.

This made him unwilling for a long time, now that he can trample Feng Xun's apprentice under his feet, a twisted joy arises spontaneously.

Feng Xun, don't you look down on me, but now your apprentice is vulnerable in front of me, that's how you look at him.

"Shut up!" Murderous look flashed in Mo Wuyou's eyes, and the ferocity of a beast was almost overflowing.

Anyone who insults his master must die!

That gaze was so terrifying, Zhao An was so startled that he subconsciously took a step back, and after realizing what he had done, he was filled with embarrassment.

He was actually intimidated by such a useless thing.

With a wave of his hand, countless wind blades flew towards Mo Wuyou as if venting their anger.The blade saw blood, and the blood was dripping.

Mo Wuyou staggered two steps, his body was on the verge of falling, as if he would fall down in a second.

Seeing Mo Wuyou bowed his head and said nothing, Zhao An became more and more complacent, no matter how talented he is, he is not letting himself be slaughtered now.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."

Apart from the humming and humming, the only thing left in Mo Wuyou's ears was the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

One drop, one drop, another drop.

It was the sound that accompanied all his memories from before he was seven years old.

A stream of crimson light flashed across Mo Wuyou's dark pupils, and then gradually blurred, encroaching on all the blackness, and the corners of his eyes were also stained with a strange bright red.

Squatting down slightly, put Zile aside, then straightened up again.

Everyone thought that Mo Wuyou was about to admit defeat, but in the next second, Mo Wuyou moved slightly and rushed towards Zhao An at a strangely fast speed.

"Enough worry-free, come back!" Feng Xun couldn't sit still, he didn't care about the rules of not interfering with the competition, and directly entered the formation with sound transmission.

But Mo Wuyou couldn't hear it.

If Feng Xun was closer at this moment, he would find that Mo Wuyou was surrounded by a faint devilish energy.

Very light, but the coercion is extremely strong.

"Don't even take the sword, is this self-defeating?" Zhao An issued a barrier and snorted coldly.

He raised his head casually, but was looking directly at a pair of bloody pupils full of tyranny.

What kind of eyes are those.

The killing intent was all over the place, without a trace of human emotion remaining, which could arouse the deepest fear in the heart.

The barrier fell apart in an instant like a decoration.

It wasn't until Mo Wuyou pinched his neck with one hand that Zhao An could barely react and cast spells in a hurry.

Spells hit him one after another, and the wounds kept increasing, but Mo Wuyou didn't respond.The five fingers tightened, and it actually pinched the person into the air.

The feeling of suffocation came, Zhao An's face turned purple, and he ruthlessly tore at that hand.

But no matter how hard he tried, Mo Wuyou's hand seemed to be burned on it, and he didn't move at all.

"Uh..." Gradually dizzy, Zhao An exhausted all his strength to attack together.

"What... Impossible..." The cultivation in his body seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of its existence. Zhao An was completely panicked and struggled crazily.

"Kacha, Kacha" the fragile neck bone kept squeezing under the seemingly pale hand.

Mo Wuyou narrowed his eyes and listened for a while, then pursed his lips.There is cruel enjoyment in the eyes, wanting to completely shatter the neck bones of his subordinates.

But he finally let go.

Master said, don't kill people indiscriminately.

Raising his arm, Zhao An slammed heavily on the barrier constructed by the magic circle while watching the light and fluttering movement.Then it fell back to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Tried hard to get up, but quickly failed.Not only his cultivation, but also his energy disappeared.

Mo Wuyou walked over, stepped on Zhao An's back hard with one foot, and stepped on Zhao An's back until another mouthful of blood came out.

I don't know when the eyes that had turned back to black moved.

"Apologize."

Zhao An heard what Mo Wuyou said.

The author has something to say: Mo Xiaoyou: Apology.

Zhao An: Sorry, I shouldn't have insulted your master.

Mo Xiaoyou: Who told you to say this, you can just scold Feng Xun, why bring me along.

Zhao An: ...