Mo Fei raised his eyebrows.

Very good, color to color, and a man with backbone!

But because of this, he couldn't stop.

Not to mention for the sake of points, after all, they have all reached this point, even if they retreat at this time, this young man in Xueqing must have already hated himself, in this case, he might as well do more excessively, let the fire of hatred burn more vigorously, and completely activate the fighting spirit of young people.

Anyway, there are not 1,000 people who hate themselves, but there are eight hundred, and there are more lice than they are not afraid of itching, and there are not many more of them.

Of course, even if the young man has some achievements in cultivation in the future, he will not be thanked.

Mo Fei is also very clear about this.

But there's no way to do it, who makes this encouragement system so tricky, get a way to motivate the other party's fighting spirit to get points, I'm not good at telling any big truths, not to mention, everyone understands the big truths, even if they talk about it, people won't necessarily listen, and they won't necessarily do it.

Since I don't want to waste my tongue, I can only rely on such a simple and crude way.

Facing Luo Xingyu's angry gaze, Mo Fei didn't care at all, and asked casually: "How many times are you enlightened?"

Luo Xingyu was stunned: "Fourfold Enlightenment Realm, what's wrong?"

He was already ready to fight, even if he was defeated, he would rather die under the opponent's knife, and it would never be possible for his dignity to be humiliated. But I never thought that the other party would suddenly ask such a question.

"Cultivating to the fourth level of enlightenment realm at a young age, in this Linhu City, you can be regarded as a genius. Mo Fei seemed to be a little emotional.

When I was in the Sword Gate, I cultivated to the Enlightenment Realm, and I was a true disciple of the people, and I didn't expect that after leaving the Sword Gate, I would find out how big the world was.

On the Yueliu Cliff, in Linhu City, I walked along the way, and the monks of the Enlightenment Realm I met were not thirty but twenty, and among them, the young monks accounted for half of them.

It turns out that the Sword Gate is just a drop in the ocean in this world.

Luo Xingyu's face turned red: "What do you want to say?"

It's not enough for the other party to win the battle, do you want to humiliate yourself like this?

If someone calls him a genius on weekdays, although he is modest on the surface, he is still a little proud in his heart, but now, these words came out of the mouth of this old man named Liu Mingde, and from the mouth of this An family slave, he only felt that his face was hot, even hotter than the slaps he had been slapped before.

Mo Fei's gaze swept around, and all the people who made eye contact with him were dodging, even those few young people who had opened the realm.

He chuckled under his breath.

This is the 'big man' I looked up to at the beginning?

Such 'big shots' are also afraid, afraid of the knife in their hands?

It turns out that it was nothing more than that.

He looked at the Wind Thunder Knife in his hand, and his eyes gradually became cold.

It's not that I'm afraid of the knife in his hand, but I'm afraid of his strength!

After a week of wolf vision, Mo Fei said: "It's not interesting, I just want to say that even I, an old man in the innate realm, can't beat me, and the genius of Linhu City is nothing more than that." ”

Everyone seemed to have been slapped hard, their faces were flushed, and they glared at Mo Fei angrily.

What an arrogant An family slave, Bi Mingyuan deceived people too much!

The past style of the An family, everyone present understands, although it is the largest family in Linhu City, but the family members are very strict and have never done anything to provoke the anger of the public.

But this sentence offended all the monks in Linhu City, you must know that the An family itself is also a member of Linhu City.

The fact that a house slave can say such arrogant words must have something to do with Bi Mingyuan's instructions.

With these words, they not only held a grudge against Mo Fei, but their hatred for Bi Mingyuan also deepened.

Mo Fei's face did not change, and he was very satisfied with everyone's performance in his heart.

Young people, arrogance is inevitable, if you don't humiliate yourself, how can you inspire fighting spirit, and how can I collect points.

"Why, if you have an opinion, you have an opinion to come out and practice, and the old man has always been good. ”

Several young people in the Enlightenment Realm glanced at each other, but no one said a word.

They know Luo Xingyu's strength, and if they go out now, they are just humiliating themselves, if they join forces, they can't afford to lose that person.

Mo Fei shook his head secretly, he originally wanted to collect some extra points by the way, but it seemed that it was no fun.

"It seems that there is no opinion. Mo Fei's gaze returned to Luo Xingyu: "Do you say that you knelt down and admitted your mistakes, or did I beat you until you knelt and admitted your mistakes?"

At this time, the thick-eyed and big-eyed young man who was holding Luo Xingyu finally couldn't help but stand up.

"Don't deceive people too much!"

"Oh?" Looking at the other party's angry eyes, the corners of Mo Fei's mouth curled, there are still people who are willing to give points, isn't there just one, "What, do you want to compare with me...... How about beating me and I'll let you go?"

"Come on, whoever is afraid of whom!" said the thick-eyed and big-eyed young man angrily.

Luo Xingyu tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice: "Don't, his sword technique, you are not an opponent." ”

Mo Fei was unhappy, if the thick-eyed and big-eyed young man didn't do it with himself, how would he collect points, and hurriedly said: "That's it, this competition, it's up to you to decide, in addition to the knife technique, you can compare the others, isn't it?"

The thick-eyed and big-eyed young man looked at Mo Fei twice, and said coldly: "Okay, we are harder than anyone's fists!"

He really can't compare to this Liu Mingde's knife technique, but if it's a fist, this old man, hum.

Luo Xingyu's eyes lit up slightly, he knew that the young man had cultivated a physical body technique, this old man was old, although he said that his sword skills were extraordinary, but at such an age, his qi and blood had already begun to decay, if he simply compared the strength of his physical body, the old man had a great chance that he would not be a companion.

The thick-eyed and big-eyed young man clenched his fists and looked at the Wind Thunder Knife in Mo Fei's hand.

Mo Fei had no objection to this, put the knife into the sheath, and with a flip of his wrist, the Wind Thunder Knife had been stored in the system warehouse.

On the surface, he was quiet, but in fact, he was smiling in his heart.

The young man made a big mistake in turning his idea into a physical competition.

As everyone knows, his current physical body is already the seventh level of the Forging Bone Realm, and it is not much worse than the demon clan in the Enlightenment Realm, even if this young man cultivates the physical body exercises, can he still compare to the demon clan?

The thick-eyed and big-eyed young man said: "Since it is a fist, you and I will each punch and see who can't resist first." ”

Xindao, looking at the subtlety of your sword technique, it must have been immersed in it for many years, and if you hit it hard, then your body technique will be useless.

The surrounding crowd, their expressions have changed a lot, this competition was proposed by the young man, presumably some certainty, but they have seen Mo Fei's move, and now they are not sure whether this old man has a killer feature.

But then, everyone's eyes lit up.

I saw the thick-eyed and big-eyed young man lifting his breath and sinking his body, his right fist was raised to his waist, and the true qi on the fist was churning, forming a black halo, and in an instant, a huge breath came out of the fist.

Sensing this coercion, it was several points stronger than Luo Xingyu's sword momentum before, and many people nodded secretly.

"Punch!"

In addition to cultivating physical exercises, the young man also practiced a boxing method, which now has a small success realm, which is why he dares to propose a fist competition.