The Strongest Upgrade System

Long Fei was standing behind Mu Yao, looking at Mu Yun on the ring.

Cultivation Base Realm is not as good as Mu Feng. If Mu Feng didn't fight in close quarters, he would still have a chance of winning, but now he is close.

Mu Yun stood still, as if he didn't react.

"You think you have a lot of capital, but in my eyes, your most valuable thing is your face. In my world, you are a vase at best."

"Don't tell me anything about reality!"

"Reality?"

"No response at all."

"Senior Brother Mu Feng is the strongest disciple in the Eastern District. I heard that his Cultivation Base has reached the fourth rank Realm of the Divine Moon. Let alone in the Eastern District, even his peers in the Southern District have few opponents, an ant-like handyman disciple. It is estimated that one finger can kill him in seconds."

Mu Yao didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"

Just when his fist was still half a centimeter away from Mu Yun's forehead, Mu Yun moved.

The words were full of sarcasm.

"Uproar!"

immediately.

"Is this the reality? No, this is not the reality. The reality is that one of his handyman disciples will die in the ring soon. The reality is that I have been cultivating day and night for three years just to enter the Southern District..."

died!

"Is this violent sound too violent? I have never seen such a violent fist."

In a moment of astonishment.

Long Fei twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It seems that you still don't understand what I mean, don't worry, I'll talk about it after you finish watching this."

No breath!

"Boom, bang, bang..."

Mu Yao said coldly, "Look, everyone is laughing at him, everyone thinks he will lose."

Another Elder stood up, looked at Mu Feng, who was crumbling in the ring, and said, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

She is proud.

...

"Senior Brother Mu Feng, kill him."

Mu Yao said coldly, "What is reality? The reality is that I obey your orders? The reality is that you want me to be with a handyman disciple?"

Long Fei said, "Hehe..."

Every time there was a loud noise, Mu Feng spat out a mouthful of blood.

Some disciples who had cultivated Babaoquan screamed in horror and said, "This, this, is this Babaoquan?"

All stupid.

The eight parts of Mu Feng's body rang out again.

Because he knew Mu Yun's strength.

On his left and right temples are Mu Yun's left and right fists.

"Bang!"

"What kind of Realm can you enter? Wuji? Or Haoran? Or stay in the Shenyue Realm forever?"

Very brutal.

"Senior Brother Mu Feng, abolish this handyman disciple."

More people were shocked this time.

She never looks down, she only looks up.

Both fists sank, bowed left and right, collided with both fists, and slammed into the middle.

"It must be ugly to die."

Long Fei spoke in a hurry.

The last violent sound sounded, and Mu Feng stepped back.

His face was as pale as tissue paper.

"Boom..."

because.

Mu Feng grinned, sneering contemptuously, and said, "A trash handyman deserves to stand in the same ring as me?"

When she listened to Long Fei's words, there was a trace of disdain in her mouth, and she said coldly, "Will a handyman disciple be the opponent of Senior Brother Mu Feng?"

And Mu Feng's body stopped abruptly.

"Boom..."

"He is the toad, the toad who likes Senior Sister Mu Yao."

"Boom..."

"Hahaha……"

"Boom, bang, bang..."

Eight loud noises, eight loud noises in eight places, were like thunder in the silent square, extremely harsh.

Then he has no chance at all.

At least in this eastern district, she is like a swan.

Long Fei raised a finger.

Mu Feng is a 100% disciple who entered the Southern District, and Mu Yun? Just a low-level chorus of Talent.

...

Long Fei said, "You'll know right away."

Even the elders are dumbfounded.

A series of roars of power exploded.

"How can his Cultivation Base react?"

All were stunned.

"Row!"

Long Fei did not speak.

An elder said in astonishment, "Eight violent and eight violent, is this the sixteen violent fists? This... this... terrifying!"

"Isn't it? I really don't know who the handyman disciple gave him the courage to dare to come to power. Isn't this courting death?"

...

What she is now pursuing is Martial Dao supreme, and what she wants is to constantly make breakthroughs and gain more and more powerful strength. She wants to enter the southern area, the western area, and finally the northern area, and she wants to master the power of Mujia's space.

Both protruded out.

"I'll send you off to The Underworld today, and wait for that trash Mufei."

The whole person was frozen in front of Mu Yun, his fist was still an office point away from Mu Yun, and then his fist slowly fell.

"Like a fool."

She didn't know when Long Fei was standing behind her.

"Eight violent fists?"

"You think your talent is good, but... entering the Southern District is just an ordinary disciple. Where can you go?"

Long Fei smiled and said, "You are right, people must be self-aware."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the entire square was deadly silent, and everyone looked at the ring with their mouths open.

A series of thuds in the joints.

To describe Mu Yun directly as 'a handyman disciple'.

The corner of Mu Yun's mouth twitched, and he smiled excitedly, revealing his white teeth.

"His opponent is Senior Brother Mu Feng, how can he win, and what can he win?"

Mu Yao couldn't help but say a few words, "This is the eight violent fists you want me to watch? I don't think it's a punch, and it's beaten by someone if you don't move."

Both fists move in unison.

Another eight explosions exploded.

She never thought about it.

Obviously, Mu Yao didn't even remember Mu Yun's name in her heart, and she didn't even have the qualification to be called by her name.

Mu Yao was slightly surprised.

...

She knew exactly what she wanted.

There was an aura of wild beasts from his body.

Mu Feng's body suddenly trembled.

As for love?

but.

The gap is too big.

Long Fei said, "I want you to see the reality clearly."

He understood what Long Fei meant.

"Hahaha……"

Then……

"Your eight violent punches just now can only be counted as seven and a half violent fists at most, and the remaining semi-violent amount has not come out. You thought you were successful, but unfortunately you didn't."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Feng's figure moved.

on the ring.

What makes them even more stupid is...

Mu Yun looked at him.

In this punch, the head will definitely be knocked off.

The robe slammed violently, the figure was like the wind, the fist moved, the powerful Shenyue power poured out, and a punch slammed into Mu Yun's forehead.

"What kind of person, what kind of things should be done."

Whether in the eyes of many disciples or in the eyes of the elders, there is no suspense in this competition.

"If it wasn't for my brother, you wouldn't even be qualified to be a vase."

Mu Yao's eyes were slightly angry, and she said, "What are you talking about?"

"People, have self-knowledge."

Long Fei shouted at the ring, "Mu Yun."