Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The moment he turned around, Sun Wen gave Artest a look.

What he got in exchange was Artest's blank expression.

Sun Wen winked wildly again, but to no avail.

In the end, Sun Wen pushed the door helplessly, and half of his dashing and handsome energy was lost in an instant.

"why?"

"That's right, they have already pulled us here, isn't it today's assessment?"

"And what is the value of the credits!"

The students who had sensed something was wrong looked at Sun Wen's back and kept asking questions.

Sun Wen turned around silently.

Looking at a few of them, he said, "You, and you, you, yes, it's the three of you, eliminated."

"It won't be used for assessment tomorrow."

As if he was recalling something, he picked out three people from the crowd and said.

The three people were stunned for a moment, then became angry, and looked at Sun Wen and roared: "Why!"

"That's right, why?"

"It's not fair, shady!"

The others were silent, and looked at the three with some doubts, also not understanding.

When he was at the city gate, Sun Wen still showed the character of a profiteer with a playful smile, but now his face was a little cold.

"You, when you were fighting for the school uniform, you accidentally bumped into a passerby girl, but you didn't respond."

"You, and you, not only didn't help the girl up, but in order to grab the school uniform at the first time, you even stepped over the girl."

"I was right."

Looking at these three people, Sun Wen looked a little indifferent.

The three who were still unwilling to roar were suddenly speechless, and slightly lowered their heads.

"Our Mo Academy accepts hooligans, local hooligans, and rascals."

"Even including those two guys, it doesn't matter if they bought a school uniform without a signature, but imitated the vice principal's handwriting on it."

"Even I kind of admire them."

"but..."

"No matter what kind of scum is taught by the Mo Academy, it will ultimately serve the human race."

"We hope that the word scum is shouted by the monster race."

"Not the human race."

"you..."

"Not fit."

As Sun Wen's voice fell, Artest took two steps forward in the next second, walked into the crowd, and dragged the three of them in like carrying a chicken. With a little disdain, he directly threw the person out.

"The situation was urgent!"

"And the girl wasn't injured. From a rational point of view, I'll fight for my own future first. What's wrong?"

One of the teenagers raised his head stubbornly, looked at Sun Wen unyieldingly, and said.

Sun Wen watched him calmly: "The situation is urgent? What situation?"

"Grab a signed school uniform?"

"Or..."

"To please the examiner?"

Sun Wen looked at him with disappointment in his eyes, and shook his head slightly: "Even now, I don't see any shame towards that girl on your face."

"The third place in the Huainan Provincial Examination..."

"Ah..."

Smiling sarcastically, Sun Wen didn't even have any interest in talking, so he walked slowly into the Mo Academy.

And Artest was standing at the door.

Zhao Zicheng was sitting on the side outside the door, on Mu Yu's tombstone, still smiling.

It's just that the smile reveals a little coldness.

As for Mu Yu...

But he is nowhere to be seen.

After about a few minutes, he came from a distance.

"A few scrapes."

"Losing a sum of money..."

Mu Yu looked at Zhao Zicheng and said lightly, simple and direct.

Then he looked at the tombstone under Zhao Zicheng's buttocks.

The eyes were motionless.

But Zhao Zicheng still looked at the students opposite him as if he didn't see Mu Yu's eyes.

After a long time, after Mu Yu's eyes gradually became dangerous, he stretched lazily, stood up, and silently walked to the position where Sun Wen was standing before.

Looking at the students on the opposite side, he showed a sunny smile.

"Introduce yourself."

"Zhao Zicheng, a second-year student at Mo Academy."

"See that guy?"

"The one with the cold face?"

"If you win him, you can take back what he just said."

"Students who may exist in the future, junior girls, please work hard."

"Oh, right..."

"Others can also give it a try, and if they win, they will advance directly."

"But if you accidentally get seriously injured and delay tomorrow's assessment...you will bear the consequences."

Looking at this sunny boy who is like a big brother next door, he even squints his eyes slightly when he speaks, so amiable.

But everyone just couldn't raise their favor.

The three people who were pointed out by Sun Wen looked at Mu Yu with a cold expression, who was like killing a god, and the tombstone beside him, and finally turned and left in desperation.

I don't even have the courage to challenge...

Looking at this scene, Zhao Zicheng was a little sarcastic, and then he stopped paying attention.

in the corner.

Shi Guang's eyes were slightly bright, he observed Mu Yu carefully, picked up the backpack in the next second, grabbed the engineer shovel into his hand, and was about to walk this way.

"You...can't beat him now."

"He's actually... very strong."

"Even I have an intuition that if he dies, he...is a threat to me."

Yu Sheng was still sitting in the corner, not far from Shi Shi, looking at Shi Shi and said calmly.

Shi Shi was stunned for a moment, stopped, and looked at Mu Yu curiously again, but in the end he still didn't make a move.

but...

"Senior, my name is Qi Tian, ​​Qi Tian of Monkey King."

"From now on, in the next few decades, this name will be spread among the human race..."

Holding the gold-painted alloy iron rod in his hand, Qi Tian stood opposite Mu Yu with a solemn face, and his eyes were filled with boundless fighting spirit.

Among the crowd, Qi Tian... was the first to stand up.

Mu Yu raised his head slightly, glanced at Qi Tian, ​​did not speak, but put one hand on the chain that bound the tombstone.

next second...

"A lot of nonsense."

Just behind Qi Tian, ​​Yuan Zhong blew on the colorful hair on his forehead, and rushed out in the next second.

Raising his foot to Mu Yu is a flying kick.

The chain trembled slightly.

The heavy tombstone just swept across the air and hit Yuan Zhong.

But in the next second, a small silver clock appeared behind Yuan Zhong.

The bell rang.

The surrounding air seemed to be slowly fluctuating.

And Yuan Zhong's figure also disappeared in place like a bubble, and appeared in front of Mu Yu.

It was like the big flying kick commonly used by punks on the street, aiming at Mu Yu's face and kicking hard.

but...

The chain rings again.

The tombstone bounced back with incredible speed.

Yuan Zhong had no choice but to take back his offensive, rolled around to the right rear in a bit of embarrassment, got up covered in dust, but still stared fiercely at Mu Yu, and slowly took out a pair of knuckles and put it on his hand.

"The idea is quite tricky!"

After murmuring something, Yuan Zhong rushed over again.

There is no way to speak.

A street thug.