The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 1090 Mo Huasong Shocked Again
Suddenly, Feilong shouted: "That's not right, Mo Batian, after you beat me, I will be promoted soon. So, they are right, after you beat someone else, you can really advance to the next level of."

When Mo Huasong heard what Fei Long said, he was also furious: "So, the enemies I fought before have advanced very well?"

"Yeah, if you don't kill or cripple someone, they will be promoted very quickly. Do you remember that Lu Yunyi? She is amazing, and I don't know where she is now. I miss her so much."

Speaking of Lu Yunyi, Feilong's saliva flowed out.

"Cough, cough, cough." Jia Yecha coughed deliberately, while glaring at Fat Dragon angrily.

Seeing that Jia Yecha was angry, Feilong hurriedly explained: "Don't be angry, I want to kill her, not that kind of thought. Lu Yunyi is Batian's enemy, I want to help him."

"Okay, let's go outside to practice tomorrow. This time, let's keep a low profile and leave here quickly, otherwise many people will look for me." Mo Huasong said worriedly.

Fat Long salivated and said: "Hehehe, Brother Batian, please give me a note, let me also advance."

"I said you don't want to be abused, okay?" Mo Huasong gave Feilong an angry look.

"No, I really want you to hit me." Fat Dragon smiled wildly, with saliva dripping out, and there was still gum in his eyes that hadn't been wiped clean.

Mo Huasong didn't say much, and kicked Feilong with all his strength.

"Boom." Fei Long was kicked away by Mo Huasong, so far away that he couldn't see where he fell.

Jia Yacha yelled angrily: "Mo Batian, why did you beat Feilong like this? He will die."

"Go find him quickly, but I believe he won't die. Tell him, we will go out tomorrow. As for when we will go out, I will send him a message." After finishing speaking, Mo Huasong went to the middle class Go to the practice room.

He is leaving tomorrow, so he has to go to the practice room to practice hard today.

Jia Yacha hurriedly flew towards the direction where Feilong disappeared. If something happened to Feilong, she must find Mo Batian to fight for her life.

Mo Huasong came to the door of the intermediate training room, and the staff member was sitting there with joy on his face.

Mo Huasong glanced at the opponent and found that he had really advanced.

Mo Huasong took out his student number plate and said to the staff, "Teacher, I'm going in to practice."

In the past, the staff personally helped Mo Huasong arrange the rooms, so this time he also asked the other party to help.

Unexpectedly, the staff seems to be a little bit better now, and he gave him a blank look and said: "You are only at the Jindan stage, what are you doing here? Do you think you are Mo Batian?"

"I'm Mo Batian." Mo Huasong saw that the other party didn't help him brush his student number plate, so he had to do it himself.

After scanning the student number plate, when Mo Huasong was about to choose a room by himself, the staff glanced at the machine.

Seeing this, the staff was shocked: "You, you are Mo Batian? No, you don't look the same."

At this time, the staff realized that this man was a bit like Mo Batian, but at most he was five-shot.

Mo Huasong said in a low voice: "Teacher, don't let others know that I am here, or there will be trouble."

The staff nodded hurriedly, now that he understood, Mo Batian had changed his face.

But no matter how easy it is, this student number plate is not fake.

Because the student number plate was dripped with his own blood at that time, the student number plate was bound to the students.

Unless Mo Batian is dead, this student number will be issued to other people by Hongling Academy, otherwise other people will not be able to use this student number plate.

Will Mo Batian die?What kind of international joke are you making, Mo Batian won't die even if he dies?

The staff understands what Mo Batian is doing now, because Mo Batian is so good, many people want to find him, and he can't do it unless he hides.

Seeing this, the staff whispered with a flattering face: "Senior Brother Batian, don't worry, I won't tell others that you are here. I have already selected the best practice room for you, you should go in quickly. Otherwise, those people will come looking for you again."

Mo Batian is really amazing, he just beat himself out that day, and after two days, he has improved his strength by one level, thinking about it makes him happy.

If he hadn't just improved his strength, he really wanted to ask Mo Batian to beat him out again.

Mo Huasong went inside and began to practice his martial arts.

Because he was leaving tomorrow, Mo Huasong was practicing desperately.

The aura seemed to be free of money, rushing towards Mo Huasong's body, making his strength constantly improve.

And Mo Huasong took another seventh-grade elixir, which greatly improved his strength.

However, he is still a Rank [-] Golden Core now, and he probably needs to go out and experience some experience before he has a chance to be promoted to Rank [-].

If he has the strength of Nascent Soul by then, it will be different.

But it should be soon, he has plenty of resources, it's just a matter of time.

Mo Huasong felt that he was a little messed up. Some time ago, everyone asked him to repair the spiritual weapon and magic weapon.

Now he was asked to beat them again, how could he have so much time?He still has to do his own thing.

One day has passed, and Mo Huasong's strength has entered the peak stage of the seventh-rank Jindan.

This kind of cultivation of Mo Huasong is very miserable for Hongling Academy, and consumes a lot of resources.

Therefore, Mo Huasong felt a little guilty and wanted to make up for Hongling Academy.

Otherwise, it would be a great loss for the college even with so much spiritual energy.

When Mo Huasong went outside, the staff member ran over with a charming face. "Brother Batian, are you hungry? I've already prepared something delicious for you."

Mo Huasong originally wanted to go to the dining hall to eat, but he was afraid of meeting other students, so he thought for a while and said, "Okay, give me the food, and I'll go back to my residence to eat now."

Go back to the residence to eat, and let Yi'er eat a little too.

"Brother Batian, I suggest you don't go back to your residence, there are many people staring at you." The staff reminded Mo Huasong.

"Why?" Mo Huasong was puzzled.

The staff said, "Didn't you beat more than 100 teachers from the same department at your residence that day?"

"Yeah, they were injured and didn't advance, so they definitely won't come to me again." Mo Huasong said with a smile.

"No, most of them have advanced, and those who haven't advanced, I heard that they will soon." The staff looked at Mo Huasong with starry eyes.

Mo Batian is too powerful, just by beating those people, they can be promoted. Some teachers have already been promoted to Tianxian, and the news spread in Hongling Academy.

Facts have proved time and time again that Mo Batian is powerful, only him, everyone can improve their strength so quickly.

(End of this chapter)