The apprentice just wants to die

"Qingya disciple Luo Yansheng."

Luo Yan smiled and waved to the audience, and walked down to Mo Wuyou's side with a happy face.

"How about it, brother Mo, I'm good."

Mo Wuyou didn't hit him, "Not bad."

"That is, who is your brother and I, it's amazing." Luo Yan looked at Mo Wuyou, "The next round will be Brother Mo, let those who gossip take a good look, what does it mean to look down on people with dog eyes! "

Luo Yan puffed up her chest as she spoke, as if she was the next one to go on stage.

The corners of Mo Wuyou's lips curled up. He had already felt those scrutiny, but he just didn't bother to care about it. His goal today is only Zhao An.

"Qingya's disciple Mo Wuyou is facing Huiqing's disciple Guan Aotian."

"Cough cough cough...cough cough!"

What's that man's name?

Mo Wuyou was caught off guard by the name, Guan Aotian?Murong Aotian?

"Brother Mo, even if his name is a bit domineering, you can't be cowardly, just do it!" Luo Yan hastily patted Mo Wuyou on the back, and at the same time clenched his fists and arrogantly added to Mo Wuyou. Oil.

Walking to the stage, Mo Wuyou looked at the so-called Guan Aotian, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

How does this person fit with this name? What did his parents think when they named him?

Guan Aotian on the opposite side seemed to understand Mo Wuyou's eyes, smiled shyly, and touched the back of his head, "My parents chose this name because they wanted me to be more masculine." Then he blushed, "But it seems to make them disappointed."

Be confident, it seems to go.You are not manly at all.

Mo Wuyou took a deep breath and made a request from the soul, "Can you say 'women, you are playing with fire'?"

"Ah?" Guan Aotian was taken aback, probably did not expect Mo Wuyou to have such a strange request, and stammered, "Girl, girl, are you playing with fire?"

"...The corners of your mouth hooked up, and you smiled more domineeringly."

Guan Aotian curled the corners of his mouth very obediently, and raised a smile that he thought was very domineering, "Woman, you...you are playing with fire."

Looking at the face like a little sheep, he made a nondescript expression of the boss, and said the quotes of the boss in a soft voice.Mo Wuyou felt that the one who made such a request must have read the novel stupidly.

Mo Wuyou decided to go back and delete those "overbearing president's stand-in wife", "Master Leng only dotes on his cute wife", "Mrs. Jun runs with the ball" and so on.

Fiction hurts people, 520 sincerely does not deceive me.

"Why did Xiaoyou chat with that disciple?" Nangong Duan looked at the happy atmosphere on the stage in puzzlement, "It seems that they are still chatting happily?"

Feng Xun is also puzzled, what is Wuyou doing?

Cen Zhuo smiled, "Perhaps the young master Mo wants to make friends with us because he sees our cuteness."

"Cute is cute." Nangong Duan laughed, "But this name really...doesn't match at all."

"Who said it wasn't? When Xiaotian first entered the sect, those senior brothers and sisters often made fun of him. Xiaotian has a good temper and has never been angry."

While several people were talking, the people on the stage finally moved.

As soon as Guan Aotian took a step forward, he saw a red figure passing by, almost to the point where afterimages appeared.

"Bang!"

Guan Aotian's sword fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.At the same time, there was a white hand on the neck, firmly pinching the dead point.

Everything added up to less than a second, so that almost no one reacted, and this round was over.

There was no sound when the stage fell to the ground, and everyone stared blankly at the stage, not understanding what happened in the blink of an eye.

"Damn! Brother Mo is strong!" Luo Yan was the first to react, and shouted excitedly.

With this sound, the others seemed to have turned off the switch of stillness, recovering from their astonishment.

"This, this, this is the end?!"

"What just happened?"

"It's too fast, I didn't even see it clearly!"

Gui Yao's mouth was so open that it was about to fall off, the person he fell in love with seemed a little too strong?

Those who planned to use their strength to embarrass Mo Wuyou before were extremely glad that they didn't say it. If they really said it, they don't know whose face they would lose.

As expected, he is the disciple Feng Xianjun likes, and he is really talented.

"This...Feng Xun, is Xiaoyou so powerful?" Nangong Duan blinked in confusion, a little unbelievable, because even he didn't see Mo Wuyou's movements clearly just now.

But Mo Wuyou has only been practicing for less than ten years.

Originally, he was worried that Mo Wuyou almost fell into a demon yesterday, and he must be exhausted today.Now it seems that what is he worrying about, is it his turn to worry about that little pervert.

How could the horror in Feng Xun's eyes and Wuyou's cultivation be so high?

He didn't say it out loud, but the moment Wuyou used his spiritual power just now, he couldn't feel his specific cultivation.This shows that Wuyou's cultivation level may even be higher than his.

Is this really possible?

Wuyou is only 17 years old!

"Worriless has always been very smart, and he has been practicing very diligently recently."

Feng Xun doesn't intend to tell others that being talented is a good thing.But if the talent is so good that it exceeds the range that people can accept, I'm afraid it will not only attract envy, but also countless temptations and malicious intentions.

"It's amazing, it's faster than Feng Xun and you practiced back then." Cen Zhuo exclaimed, "It's really amazing from generation to generation, we can't compare."

Feng Xun smiled, and dismissed the topic.

There are some things that he wants to ask Wuyou himself after the competition is over.

Mo Wuyou let go of Guan Aotian's neck, "Admit defeat?"

Guan Aotian was still immersed in the fright just now and didn't come back to his senses, he just nodded in a daze after hearing the words.

Compared with other people who watched, Guan Ao Tiantian was the one who felt Mo Wuyou's terror most intuitively.The speed was terrifyingly fast, he just took a step, and the person on the opposite side appeared in front of him, he couldn't even hold the sword firmly and was pinned down.

If you don't admit defeat, are you still waiting to make sandbags?

Seeing Guan Aotian admitting defeat, the coaches in the audience announced the result.

"Qing Ya's disciple, Mo Wuyou wins." As the coach said, he secretly glanced at Mo Wuyou. If nothing else happened, this disciple was probably the leader of this competition.

Mo Wuyou stepped off the stage, and was immediately caught by the excited Luo Yan.

"Brother Mo, you are too strong, just one stroke, just one stroke." Luo Yan danced and gestured to Mo Wuyou's appearance on the stage just now, "It's too much to grab the opponent's neck in an instant. Handsome!"

As Luo Yan said, he smiled wickedly again, "Brother Mo, you didn't see it, but those few who couldn't eat grapes yesterday and said the grapes were sour, their faces turned green, I laughed so hard."

Mo Wuyou followed Luo Yan's line of sight, and saw Qi Shengping, Wu Dan and the others looked very unhappy.

Turning his head back indifferently, he didn't even want to give him another look.

According to Feng Xun, these people have already been severely taught by Nangong Duan, and he didn't bother to worry about it.

This look irritated the few people again, they didn't like Mo Wuyou, and kept him in the dark.But Mo Wuyou was lucky, he didn't take them to heart at all.This is worse than being ridiculed.

"Damn it!" Qi Shengping hammered his leg hard, full of unwillingness and anger, but there was nothing he could do.He is not Mo Wuyou's opponent, even if that person's vitality was seriously injured yesterday, he still can only be looked up to by others.

This is what he dreamed of, he wanted to be Feng Xianjun's disciple, he wanted to be a genius that everyone admired, he wanted to look down on everyone from above.

But he couldn't do it.

Why, why can Mo Wuyou have such a talent, but he can't? !God is really unfair!

Mo Wuyou didn't care about Qi Shengping's thoughts at all, he found Zhao An in the crowd at this moment.

Zhao An seemed to have a feeling, and met Mo Wuyou's eyes.

With a sinister smile, he made a killing gesture towards Mo Wuyou, the threat was self-evident.

I thought Mo Wuyou would be nervous, but the other party also returned a provocative expression, even more arrogant than him.

If you want to die, he will make this ignorant kid pay the price in a while!

Zhao An was thinking in his heart how he would teach Mo Wuyou a lesson when he met Mo Wuyou.It would be best if Mo Wuyou knelt on the ground and begged him to admit to everyone that he was a waste.

The more Zhao An thought about it, the more complacent he became, but he didn't know that the murderous intent in Mo Wuyou's eyes had already spread.

Mo Wuyou had already planned to make today next year the anniversary of Zhao An's death.He didn't even intend to let go of Yan Zhixin.

"Little boy, everything is ready."

"Don't worry, the host, it's all stored in the system space." 520 was a little worried when he thought about what Mo Wuyou had put in his space before, and what Mo Wuyou was going to do next.

"Master, if you do this, Xianjun Feng Xun will be angry. What if..."

"Angry?" Mo Wuyou narrowed his eyes, "Of course he will be angry, maybe he won't want to talk to me in the future."

520 suddenly became anxious, "Then you, the host...what to do if the mission fails!"

"Then accept the punishment." Mo Wuyou poked 520 with his fingers, lowered his head and smiled brightly.

It just so happened that he had a doubt that he wanted to solve, killing two birds with one stone.

He couldn't wait for the match with Zhao An.

What Mo Wuyou didn't know was that Feng Xun had seen all of the confrontation between him and Zhao An.

Feng Xun frowned slightly, thinking deeply.

Wuyou seemed to have many things that he didn't know, but Wuyou stayed with him all the time, and didn't have much time to contact others.What's more, that disciple is from the Haiyue Sect, so how could he have anything to do with Wuyou.

What surprised Feng Xun the most was Mo Wuyou's eyes. He always knew that Wuyou was not as obedient in front of others as he was in front of him, but he didn't have such chilling eyes.

If he read correctly, Wuyou even showed a very heavy murderous aura just now.

murderous look?To that Haiyue disciple?

For some reason, Feng Xun had a bad premonition.

Mo Wuyou went on stage four more times, and without exception, he won within a few seconds.Finally, under his eager anticipation, the last match began.

Watching the protective magic circle rise, Mo Wuyou said in a proud tone after confirming that others could not hear his voice, "My cultivation base has been close to 30 years, you should admit defeat as soon as possible, It won’t be good if I destroy it by then.”

According to his understanding of Zhao An, the more he said that, the more complacent Zhao An would be, and the more he would lose his vigilance.

Sure enough, disdain appeared in Zhao An's eyes when he heard the words.

He has been cultivated for 60 years, and a mere person with 30 years of cultivation dares to speak to him in this tone.

Even if it took Mo Wuyou less than ten years to achieve a level that others could achieve in 30 years, he was still nothing but a mantis in front of him.

Martial arts competitions have always been about strength, not talent.No matter how talented Mo Wuyou was, he was no match for him now.

Zhao An suddenly had an idea, if he could trick Mo Wuyou into signing the certificate of life and death, then even if he beat Mo Wuyou half to death, no one could say anything about him.Even Feng Xun wanted to thank him for not killing him.

Destroying a genius or something sounds very tempting.

Mo Wuyou sneered in his heart, he knew what Zhao An was thinking at a glance, but that was his original plan.

"Hey, I've already said that you can surrender, why are you dawdling?" Mo Wuyou acted out his arrogance and impatience with a look of impatience, "You know you can't beat me, but you must It’s boring to hang on there.”

Zhao An suppressed the anger in his heart, and pulled a blunt smile, "Then why don't we have an exciting game."

Mo Wuyou pretended to be aroused, "Let's hear it."

"We signed a life-and-death contract. When the time comes, it doesn't matter who wins and who loses, how injured, or whether he lives or dies is none of the other's business. In this way, you can also have fun playing without having to bear the consequences."

"This..." Mo Wuyou hesitated for a moment, as if he had some scruples.

coward.

Zhao An sneered in his heart, but his mouth was still coaxing, "I'm not afraid, you must be afraid. Sure enough, all the 30 years of cultivation are blown out."

Really poor acting skills, Mo Wuyou judged Zhao An's performance from the perspective of a professional actor.

If it wasn't for his intentional cooperation, who could this person deceive?

"Who's afraid of whom? Sign and sign!" Mo Wuyou was enraged, and immediately complied.

Zhao An pressed the button secretly, "Then let's get the paper now."

So, the people in the audience saw the two people on the stage talking and arguing, and then signaled the coach to close the magic circle.

"What's the matter?" Nangong Duan looked at Mo Wuyou strangely and asked for a piece of paper and two pens angrily.

Feng Xun's bad premonition is getting heavier and heavier, what exactly does Wuyou want to do?

The coach took the paper signed by both of them, and was very surprised after seeing the content clearly. "Are you sure? After asking this time, you can't go back on your word."

"Sure." Mo Wuyou and Zhao An spoke in unison at the moment, very consistent.

"Okay." The coach cleared his throat, used spiritual power to transmit the sound, and read the content on the paper to everyone present.

"Qing Ya's disciple Mo Wuyou and Haiyue's disciple Zhao An voluntarily signed a life-and-death contract. In this disciple competition, no matter life or death, the promise has nothing to do with the other party. Mo Wuyou and Zhao An are not allowed to retaliate against those close to them. "

The whole audience was shocked, a good disciple competition, why did it become so big all of a sudden?

Feng Xun clenched his hands tightly, Wuyou, what are you going to do?

Yan Zhixin was so happy that he almost couldn't laugh out loud, now Mo Wuyou was doomed.He should appreciate Feng Xun's aggrieved look after losing his apprentice but not being able to take revenge.

Zhao An walked back to the stage again, and smiled viciously at Mo Wuyou, "Why don't you come up, it's useless if you regret it now."

Mo Wuyou was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, took out a stone from the system space, shook it, and said lightly, "Look what this is."

"The viewing stone?" Zhao An looked at the viewing stone in Mo Wuyou's hand, and suddenly had the same ominous premonition as Feng Xun.

"No, no, no." Mo Wuyou smiled and shook his head, "This is justice from heaven."

The author has something to say: Zhao An: Viewing stone?

Mo Xiaoyou: No, no, this is your father's concern