Every time Leng Moyu took a step, the fear in Hongluo's heart deepened, she gritted her teeth, and thought to herself, if you come, it's a big deal if you come.

Thinking about it, Hongluo stood in place, holding the pig's head on his head, his hands together, and muttering in his mouth, as if he was reciting a spell.

Seeing this, the corners of Leng Moyu's lips hooked a disdainful smile, and he actually had to recite a spell to use magic. This is where a mage cannot be compared to a fighter.

Although the mage's combat power is also very strong, the only fly in the ointment is that when using magic, you must recite a spell. If a fighter fights a magician, the strong one can kill her in an instant just between the magician's spells.

When everyone in Class F saw Leng Moyu stop, they thought she was scared, and they kept suspicious in their hearts. But none of them showed disdain. They knew that Leng Moyu was now fighting for Class F. So I only have to worry about Leng Moyu in my eyes.

Jinbao, Ou Zixuan, and Huzi on the side looked at this situation, and their fists couldn't help but clench. He pursed his lips and looked at Hongluo standing in place reciting a spell, and then looked at Leng Moyu's indifferent expression. They were all worried in their hearts, thinking that if Leng Moyu had an accident, the three of them would fall out with the people in Class A no matter what.

The long spell spit out from Hongluo's mouth, and after a long time, Hongluo's closed eyes opened, looking at the cold ink rain with an indifferent face in front of her, a trace of bloodlust flashed in her eyes, and a coquettish cry came out of her mouth, "The fire is dancing!" ”

I saw thousands of red balls with fiery flames attacking the cold ink rain fiercely. The blazing temperature gradually got closer and closer to Leng Moyu, she looked at the fireball that was getting closer and closer to her, her eyes flashed with disdain, just when everyone's hearts were raised, she saw Leng Moyu calmly snap her fingers, and a pinch of golden flames danced in Leng Moyu's fingertips.

It's just a handful of flames, but I don't know why the heat is stronger than these ten million fireballs. At this critical juncture, an incredible scene flashed in front of everyone.

This...... What's going on?

Why did the fireball disappear?

Everyone watched in amazement at this incredible scene. What did they see just now? They saw that the millions of fireballs disappeared in an instant. And these chaos came out only after the flame of the cold ink rain came out. Moreover, the pinch of flame in Leng Moyu's hand was so strange......

The flames of some of their magicians are just some red flames, how can they be like cold ink rain, golden in flames......

However, if Yi Yu saw the flame in Leng Moyu's hand, he would definitely exclaim, Wujin Fire, the source of ten thousand fires. All the flames saw it retreat and avoided it, and in front of it there was only a subservient share.

Although Leng Moyu's magic has not improved greatly in the past two years, she has tacitly integrated all the sources of the five systems into her body. All of all, it's a breeze to control it.

"No...... No...... This can't be ......" A series of blows made Hongluo's whole person collapse, and she shook her head, and kept muttering in her mouth.

Looking at Hongluo like this, Leng Moyu looked at her calmly, with no contempt or disdain in his eyes, only calm. But often this calm is the most terrifying.

Looking down at the flames burning at his fingertips, Leng Moyu suddenly remembered that when he first came, he saw Mu Dusk lying on the bed dying. Suddenly, his eyes looked at the red dye, and the killing intent was just fleeting.

When I raised my eyes again, there was only calm in my eyes.

Hongluo covered his head, looking at Leng Moyu's eyes full of disbelief. Now she is still a little arrogant. Looking at the indifference in Leng Moyu's eyes, it deeply pierced Hongluo's proud heart.

She had nothing in her heart, she was actually defeated by a waste, this is impossible, impossible......

Raising his head again, his red eyes were bloodshot, his eyes looked at the pinch of flame on Leng Moyu's fingertips, and looked at Leng Moyu's eyes full of gloom, "You're not a waste?" There was a hint of disbelief in her words, but more hatred.

Hongluo's words just poked at the doubts in everyone's hearts. Doesn't it mean that Leng Moyu is a waste material without mystic power and magic? But looking at the flame in his hand, he looked like a strong man, although she didn't show the magic level, but the most unacceptable thing for them was that Leng Moyu could use magic without chanting spells, which is estimated that no one could do it, even the dean had to chant spells to use magic.

This young man actually surpassed the dean, is she really the dean's nephew?

Thinking of this possibility, some people in Class A couldn't help but retreat in their hearts. I am afraid of cold ink rain.

When Leng Moyu heard this, she looked at her with indifferent eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a red and incomprehensible smile. She can't deny that she's not some kind of waste in the first place.

Looking at Leng Moyu's silent face, she bit her red and silver teeth, and was unwilling, did she acquiesce? Why is such a person able to defeat herself, and she is already defeated even when she touches half of her hair?

was unwilling to be fluffy in an instant, so that Hongluo didn't know what happened next. All she knew was that she had set up a fire magic to sneak up on Leng Moyu. It seemed that it was an attempted sneak attack, and it was isolated by a barrier of Leng Moyu, and then I saw the flames in Leng Moyu's hands condensed into a fire blade, and his figure flashed, so fast that everyone only saw a white shadow and a golden fire blade shuttling quickly.

I saw it again but saw Hongluo kneeling on the ground, and after a closer look, everyone took a cold breath, only to see that Hongluo's tendons and tendons were broken. Because it was the cause of the fire blade being broken, there was a slight smell of burning on the wrists and ankles.

Looking at the painful red fall, Leng Moyu did not have the slightest emotion in his eyes, as if he was not the one who was ruthless just now, and he was always just a bystander.

Leng Moyu was really angry this time, because of Mu Dusk. Mu Twilight is a simple child, I don't know why she is with Mu Twilight, she feels very comfortable, like a brother next door. Seeing Mu Dusk dying, Leng Moyu felt heartache, but this is not the kind of evil for the emperor, but for the care of relatives. Thinking of the time when Mu Dui's injuries were suffered because of herself, at that time, she wanted to cut Hongluo with a thousand knives to vent her hatred.

But reason got hold of her. didn't expect Hongluo to be sent to the door in the end, she admitted that the previous calmness was all pretended by her. So seeing Hongluo like this, Leng Moyu felt inexplicably happy.

She raised her eyes and glanced at a few people in Class A, and saw Leng Moyu looking at them, and those people in Class A shuddered completely. When they thought that the next one would be themselves, they began to beg for mercy, but they didn't expect Leng Moyu to say, "Don't take her away yet?" Or is it not ashamed of your Class A? ”

Hearing Leng Moyu's words, several people in Class A thought that Leng Moyu had let them go, and where could they care about Leng Moyu's sarcastic words, they all carried the unconscious Hongluo and fled.

After the people of Class A left, the scene was awkward for a few seconds. After a few seconds, there was a cheer "Haha!" Finally got back one percent, see what to do with those who are proud of themselves in Class A! ”

"That's it, let them look down on people!"

"This time they were embarrassed and embarrassed, I didn't expect it to be so embarrassing in our F class."

"What are you talking about, thanks to our cold boss! If it weren't for her, how could our F class be so proud? ”

Those who say this are Jinbao. I only saw Jinbao, a rough man, but with starry eyes, he looked at Leng Moyu with admiration, "Boss Leng, it turns out that you are not a waste material?" So you're so powerful! You just looked so cool like that! ”

Looking at Jinbao's disobedient atmosphere, Leng Moyu smiled, "Boss Leng? ”

"Yes, yes!" Jin Bao nodded, and said with a natural face, "You just helped our F class humiliate Class A, plus Boss Leng, you are handsome and strong, it is well deserved to be the boss!" ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the students in Class F and said, "You guys are right! ”

Jinbao's words fell, and the answer to him was a neat "Yes!" Leng Boss is good! ”

Looking at them like this, Leng Moyu shook his hand a little anxiously, "Don't be like this, I'll ......" Leng Moyu's words haven't finished yet, don't be interrupted by Ou Zixuan.

"Boss Leng, don't resist. Whether you agree or not, we have identified you as the boss! After speaking, Ou Zixuan smiled and touched Huzi's shoulder, "You said yes, right?" ”

Looking at the shoulder touched by Ou Zixuan, Huzi's deep eyes flickered slightly, looking at the smile on Ou Zixuan's face. touched the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice with a paralyzed face, "En!" ”

Faced with these many pairs of hopeful eyes, Leng Moyu only felt that his head was too big. But looking at their smiling faces, Leng Moyu had a faint smile on his face, and in front of everyone, he nodded, "Okay!" ”

"Oh yes!"

Hearing Leng Moyu's voice of agreement, the cheers rose higher and higher.

Looking at the smiles on their faces, Leng Moyu was gradually infected, looking at the people in Class F, the oldest of these was seventeen or eighteen years old, and many of them were children as old as themselves. She shook her head, they were still some children who didn't grow up.

Thinking of the exclusion of the classes they had endured before, Leng Moyu's deep eyes narrowed slightly, remembering that before, when Ou Zixuan told them that Class F had no face, her fists were clenched, as if she had made up her mind, and she said to the students of Class F: "Do you want to become stronger?" ”

There was a moment of silence. Everyone in Class F was silent, all with their heads bowed and looking at their toes.

Looking at their silent appearance, a trace of disappointment flashed in Leng Moyu's eyes, and just when she was discouraged, a delicate voice said with a hint of unwillingness, "We want to become stronger, but the heavens are unfair, we can't do it." ”