"Am I not qualified to participate in the Saint Seiya selection?" Mo Yunfan smiled evilly, his smile made the fallen young man tremble.

He turned his gaze to the old student nearby, "May I be qualified?"

"Yes!" the boy gasped, and though he wanted to say no, the words he spat out were still there.

"Am I qualified?" he turned to the other teenager.

The boy looked at him with contempt, "There's nothing to drag, you just beat him." In front of me, you are not qualified!"

"Hmm!"

Mo Yunfan raised his eyebrows, boom, and punched out.

The boy who despised him was directly sent flying.

"Ah!" exclaimed the filmmaker.

You must know that the person who was blown away by his punch was even stronger than the black-faced boy, and he was not even qualified to take his punch!

is also a peak general, and the gap is also small.

Most of the old students present were in the three realms of eighth-level generals, ninth-level generals, and peak generals, and they were originally very proud people.

At this moment, the pride in the eyes of most people disappears, and is replaced by horror.

Mo Yunfan walked forward, and when he saw someone, he asked himself if he was qualified.

The old students feel that he is too arrogant, this is provoking all the old students!

"Not qualified!"

Bang, was slapped away by a palm.

"Not qualified!"

Boom, a punch was punched, and the man also flew.

He simply pushed all the way and knocked more than two dozen teenagers who said they were unqualified to the ground.

The audience was completely shocked!

It cannot be said that these people fully represent the strength of the old students, but they can represent 80% of the people. There are more than 20 people, and none of them can catch Mo Yunfan's move, who is qualified to say that Mo Yunfan is not qualified?

The crowd was completely silent, and although there were still many old students who were unconvinced and glared at him fiercely, no one dared to say that he was unqualified!

Mo Yunfan walked to the registration office and was smiling to sign up, when a young man in a golden silk robe walked over with a graceful demeanor.

The crowd gave way, their eyes full of respect.

The young man's eyes were indifferent, and his head was raised at a thirty-five degree angle, which made him appear more cold and unsightly.

"Get out of front people, let me sign up first!"

The young man drank coldly, and his voice was cold and domineering.

"Hey, Jin Chan is here!"

"It's really domineering! Look if the boy is still dragging it!"

"Jin Can is a first-class martial sect, so I don't believe that I can't beat that young man!"

"It seems that you are still lonely and unheard, and Jin Can has broken through the second-level Martial Sect at the first level. Not only that, but his strength has far surpassed that of the Wind and Snow Holy Son. It's just that I'm not interested in competing with the Holy Son of Wind and Snow!"

Suddenly, there was a person who could squeeze into the top ten of the Young Heroes list, and everyone was excited and gloating.

"I want to see if the arrogant freshman dares to be arrogant against Jin Can!"

"I guess he's going to get down on his knees and beg for mercy!"

Mo Yunfan turned his head with a somewhat cold expression.

"You're telling me to get out?"

"That's right, I'm telling you to get out. What qualifications do you have before I sign up? Besides, your registration is in vain!"

The person in charge of ascending the throne was an elite disciple, who glanced at Mo Yunfan playfully.

"Jin Can is right, your registration is also in vain. Because among these old students, there is only one place! Now that Jin Can is here, there is no need to compare, I will directly report Jin Can!"

"Ah, so we only have one spot!"

"I'm convinced, Jin Chan is coming, who is his opponent. ”

"Forget it, forget it, there's no chance!"

Many were disappointed.

Mo Yunfan turned his gaze again, staring coldly at the elite disciple who had ascended the throne.

"Put my name on it now!"

The elite disciple was stunned for a moment, and then smiled indifferently.

"Paralyzed, I'm telling you, you have no hope, don't get out of here!"

Syllable!

Mo Yunfan slapped him directly, and five purple-red handprints appeared on the left side of the elite disciple's face.

The elite disciples were dumbfounded, and the entire square was instantly silent.

No one thought that a freshman would dare to do something to an elite disciple!

Staring at Mo Yunfan in horror for fifteen seconds, the elite disciple let out a roar.

"Bastard, you dare to hit me!"

"You're the one who hits you! You're just in charge of the enthronement, and you don't have the right to decide whether others sign up or not! What eye do you have on me and you're not qualified to compete with him?"

"Paralyzed, do death! I look horizontally and vertically with my two eyes, you are not qualified to compete with Jin Can!" The elite disciple stood up suddenly, his eyes spewing out of anger, and the killing intent gushed out.

Click-click-click......

His right arm made a strange noise, and in an instant, the white light was dazzling, bone spurs pierced the sleeve of his coat, and teeth and claws popped out.

"The White Bone Spur Arm Martial Soul, the Eight-Rank Martial Soul, is extremely hard, and it is even more terrifying than a powerful magic weapon!"

Some disciples couldn't help but exclaim!

Not only that, but the fists of the elite disciples followed the ossification, and the entire right arm was as terrifying as a barbed bone dragon.

Boom, he slammed his fist into Mo Yunfan's head, and the white dazzling light exploded, like a dazzling star suddenly exploding in the air.

The two were so close that his punches were as fast as lightning, and in the eyes of everyone, Mo Yunfan couldn't dodge at all, and now he was dead!

Boom, there was a loud bang, and the result that everyone expected did not appear, and Mo Yunfan's palm slapped on the opponent's fist.

The bone spur on the fist was instantly snapped, and the elite flew out with the chair behind him. Bang, he fell to the ground hard, the chair was naturally smashed, and the elite disciple didn't get up for a long time.

Another trick!

It's too shocking, this is an elite disciple! Cultivation is already in the realm of a first-level martial sect. Due to his age, he can't participate in the Young Heroes list, but he is definitely the one who squeezed into the top 20.

is such a character, and he is still slapped away by Mo Yunfan!

Mo Yunfan's strength is really terrifying!

Jin Can stood fifty meters behind Mo Yunfan, looking at him indifferently, even if Mo Yunfan's performance was so amazing, he still looked arrogant, as if to say, you are just like that!

His haughty and contemptuous look undiminished.

"Isn't it majestic?"

Mo Yunfan ignored his sneer, walked in front of the elite disciple, and possessed himself.

The elite disciple gasped, a look of fear in his eyes.

"You...... What do you want to do?"

"I ask you, am I qualified to compete with that arrogant guy now?"

"This ......"

"Your white bone arm is good!" Mo Yunfan smiled evilly, grabbed his hand, his palm was black and black, and when he used his hand, he heard a click, and the white bone arm was pinched and cracked.

If Mo Yunfan added some strength, the white bone arm would be shattered, his martial soul would collapse, and the person would become a waste.

"Ahh

The young man let out a cry of pain, his eyes revealing deep fear, he felt that Mo Yunfan had only used part of his strength, and if he wanted to destroy him, it was only a matter of thought. The other party has shown mercy!

"Thank you!"

The boy screamed in pain and spat out the word thank you.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded, they were abused like this, they even want to thank others, they were abused stupidly, right!?