The Mightiest Leveling System

Longfei stood behind Muyao and looked at Mu Yun on the platform.

Mu Yao was slightly surprised.

She didn't know when Longfei stood behind her.

but.

When she listened to Longfei’s speech, her mouth lingered with a trace of disdain, cold and cold: “A hard-working disciple will be the opponent of Mufeng’s brother?”

Directly use the 'complex disciple' to describe Mu Yun.

Obviously, Mu Yao’s heart is not even remembered by Mu Yun’s name. Even her qualification for calling her name is not.

She is proud.

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

Longfeidao: "Oh..."

"You can only count up to seven and a half violent fists, and the remaining half of the violent amount still does not come out. You think you have succeeded, but unfortunately."

"You think you have a good talent, but... you are a normal disciple when you enter the Southern District. Where can you go?"

"What kind of realm can you enter? Promise? Or is it stunned? Or will it stay in the realm of God?"

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

"If my brother didn't look at you, you didn't even qualify as a vase."

Long Fei said without hesitation.

Mu Yao looked very angry and said: "What the **** are you going to say?"

Longfeidao: "I want you to see the reality."

"reality?"

Muyao’s words are cold and cold: “What is reality? The reality is that I listen to your orders? The reality is to let me be with a handy disciple?”

"This is reality? No, this is not reality. The reality is that a comrade who is a comrade will soon die in the ring. The reality is that I have been working hard in the past three years to enter the Southern District..."

"Don't tell me anything realistic!"

She is very clear about what she wants.

She is now pursuing the martial arts to the highest, the need is to continue to break through, and continue to gain more powerful power, she wants to enter the Southern District, the West District, and finally the North District, want to master the power of the room.

As for love?

She never thought about it.

She never looks down, she just looks up.

Longfei mouth corner, said: "Look like you still don't understand what I mean, don't worry, wait until you finish watching this."

......

"Mu Feng brother, abolished this comrade."

"Mu Feng brother, kill him."

"Mu Feng brother is the strongest disciple of the Eastern District. His repairs have already heard that he has reached the realm of the four elements of the gods, not to mention the Eastern District. Even among the peers in the Southern District, there are few opponents, an acant-like clerk. A finger is estimated to kill him."

"Isn't it, I really don't know who the courageous disciple gave him the courage to dare to go on stage. Isn't that looking for death?"

"He is the one who loves the singer of Muyao."

"Ha ha ha..."

......

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

because.

The gap is too big.

Mu Feng is a disciple who has entered the Southern District 100%, and Mu Yun? It’s just a low-cost chores.

Muyao snorted and said: "You see, all the people are laughing at him. All people think he will lose."

"His opponent is Mufeng, who can win, what wins he wins?"

"People must have self-knowledge."

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

The words are all mockery.

Longfei smiled and said: "You are right, people must have self-knowledge."

immediately.

Longfei shouted at the ring, "Mu Yun."

Mu Yun looked at him.

Longfei raised a finger.

Mu Yun mouth a hook, excited smile, revealing white teeth.

He understands the meaning of Longfei.

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

Longfeidao: "You will know soon."

......

On the stage.

At the corner of Mufeng’s mouth, she sneered and said: “A waste chores are also on the same platform as me?”

"Row!"

"Today, I will send you to **** first, and then wait for the waste to fly."

The words did not fall, Mu Feng's figure moved.

"Oh!"

The robe of the robes was violent, the figure was like the wind, the fists moved, and the mighty gods and moons came out, and the fist hit the head of Mu Yun.

Very ferocious.

In this boxing, the head must be blown up.

Mu Yun stood still in the same place, as if there was no reaction.

"Like a fool."

"There is no reaction at all."

"What is the reaction to his repair?"

"Definitely ugly."

"Ha ha ha..."

......

Muyao also faintly said: "This is the eight violent fist you want me to see? I don't think it is a fist, it is not moving."

Longfei does not speak.

Because he knows the strength of Mu Yun.

He is not as good as Mufeng, and if Mufeng is not close to fight, there is still a chance of winning, but he is now close.

Then he has no chance at all.

Just when the fist was half a centimeter away from Mu Yun’s head, Mu Yun moved.

Double fists move together.

The body exudes a scent of wild animals.

A series of violent joints.

The double fists sink, the left and right bows open, the double fists collide, and a bang in the middle.

"Hey!"

"Booming..."

"Booming..."

"Booming..."

A series of power roars exploded.

And Mufeng’s body came to an abrupt end.

The whole person was fixed in front of Mu Yun, his fist was still worse than Mu Yun, and then his fist slowly fell.

then……

On his left and right temples, Mu Yun’s left and right fists.

Two kinds of bulging out.

His face was pale as thin paper.

Time is like a static look, the dead silence in the entire square, all of them look at the ring, Zhang mouth.

All stupid.

What makes them even more stupid is...

Mu Feng’s body suddenly trembled.

"Hey, hey, hehe..."

Eight violent bangs, eight places, eight loud noises, like a thunder in a quiet square, extremely harsh.

Every time the storm rang, Mu Feng spurted a blood.

Some disciples who have practiced eight violent fists are stunned and said: "This, this, is this eight fists?"

"Eight violent fists?"

"The sound of this explosion is too fierce? I have never seen such an eight-fist punch."

Just in the moment of horror.

Another eight blasts exploded.

The eight places on Mufeng’s body rang again.

"Hey, hey, hehe..."

There are more people who are shocked.

All were scared.

Even an elder is also awesome.

An elder was shocked and said: "The eight storms are eight storms. Is this a sixteenth punch? This...this...horror!"

Another elder stood up and looked at Mufeng, who was crumbling on the ring. He said: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The last murmur sounded, and Mu Feng body went back.

No breath!

died!