Chapter 131: Drawing the Masked Man

"You kid is quite bold! Do you dare to get your hands on the fragments of the Desolate Ancient Combat Technique?" the dean patted Mu Li on the back of the head, and then took out another pill and gave it to Mu Li.

"Desolate Ancient Combat Technique?" When the surrounding crowd heard the dean mention the Dean's Desolate Ancient Combat Skill, they all immediately stretched out their eyes.

Although Mu Li's ability to successfully practice the Desolate Ancient Combat Skill was a point that shocked everyone, what was even more shocking was where Mu Li got so much money to buy the Desolate Ancient Combat Skill, or was it that Mu Li was too lucky to pick it up?

Mu Li, who was slapped on the back of the head by the dean, finally felt better, and after the pill handed by the dean gradually took effect in his body, the ghost pupils finally stopped flickering and disappeared, and gradually faded from his eyes.

"How are you feeling now?" asked the dean, seemingly unconcerned.

"It's much better, thank you, Lord Dean!" Mu Li felt the change in his eyes, pondered for a moment, and clenched his fists in gratitude.

"Why don't you practice that thing, that thing is a fragment, and even if you succeed in cultivating, it will only have the equivalent of spiritual consciousness. However, did you really use that thing to see through the old man's cultivation just now?" The dean still had some hatred for iron in front of him, but when he remembered that this kid actually used the ghost pupil cultivated by that fragment to see his true cultivation, he said with interest.

"What Lord Dean taught!" Mu Li bowed his head and said respectfully, and then said, "The disciple did see Lord Dean's cultivation through the ghost pupil. ”

"It's weird. The dean twisted his beard and thought, "Let's play first, and when the game is over, you can come to me!"

"Yes!"

As the competition had been going on for several days, the number of disciples of the two academies who were still participating in the competition at this moment had only the last thirteen left. Although the number of games is less, every next game is more exciting than the previous ones, and almost all of the people who can stay until the semi-finals have the hardest power of this game.

The semi-finals are no longer open at the same time, but one by one. It can also allow the disciples to learn better combat experience from it.

It's a pity that the dean was a little disappointed, among the thirteen people, the slaughter academy accounted for eight people, and only five people from Yuhang Academy broke into the finals, just this can also be seen that Yuhang Academy's teaching policy for disciples was indeed surpassed by the slaughter academy.

Fortunately, during the draw, it was Senior Sister Murong of Yuhang Academy who successfully drew the number for direct promotion, which made the dean feel a little better.

After everyone drew the numbers, the game started immediately, and this time, as the referees who announced the victory, it was the dean and Ouyang Chang, and it was obvious that the referees in the final would also be two.

"Masked man!" Mu Li, like everyone else, stood on the edge of the ring, as if watching the battle of Senior Brother Huang Qing, but his eyes focused on a masked slaughter academy disciple on the other side of the ring.

This time, the luck was good, and he was able to solve a big problem before the defense match, so that Mu Li's later game would be much easier.

"Little ghost, what you said before made me really unhappy, this son really wanted to kill you with his own hands, but now it seems that there is no such opportunity! ”

I don't know when Leng Yue came to her side, and when she saw that she was drawing a masked man, there was obviously a trace of sadness on her face.

"Listen to what you say, this masked man is much stronger than you?" Mu Li raised his eyebrows and squinted at him.

"Fart! A waste that doesn't know what kind of horn comes out of it, can it be compared to this son?" Leng Yue glared at Mu Li angrily, as if Mu Li had stepped on his tail, and immediately became angry, staring at Mu Li with a pair of gloomy eyes and warning.

"That's the same, a mad dog who doesn't know where to run out of nowhere, and dares to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf with Young Master Ben here!" Mu Li looked at Leng Yue from top to bottom.

"Little ghost, you're killing yourself!" How could Leng Yue not hear who Mu Li was talking about, the naked, naked, naked taunt made him angry.

Hearing this, Mu Li's expression became serious, and he glanced at Leng Yue up and down again, but in the next second, the corners of Mu Li's mouth inadvertently showed a contemptuous arc, "Just you?"

"Little ghost, you won't be arrogant anymore!" The killing intent in Leng Yue's eyes seemed to erupt in the next moment, but for some reason, he held back and looked at Mu Li viciously.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Mu Li pulled the corners of his mouth down, looked at him without fear, and slowly shook his head.

"What are you sorry for?" Leng Yue stared at Mu Li's eyes, as if she wanted to see his true thoughts from Mu Li's eyes, but Mu Li hid it too well, and Leng Yue couldn't see anything.

"It's a pity that I can't see the two of you hand-to-hand play. Mu Li spread his hands, and his eyes looked at the masked man who had already been discovered by him, "I really want to know which is stronger or weaker between you and the masked man." ”

"Hmph, that's what you said, after this game, I don't know if you can survive, so naturally I can't see the more exciting games in the future!" Thinking that he had won back one percent, Leng Yue said sharply.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that!" Mu Li hurriedly shook his hand, looking naïve and cute, no one could think of him as he was like a demon in the battle with the True Demon Hall Master two days ago.