I saw a red flame rising in Liao Peng's hand, and Wu Yuanqi kept rising in the palm of his hand.

"Mo Zifan, say it, how do you want to die?" Liao Peng's voice carried a hint of chill.

Although I don't know what happened to Mo Zifan and how that purple martial energy came from, the little cowards who have always been submissive to him actually dared to resist.

This made Liao Peng, who has been in the center of the crowd since he was a child, very unhappy!

This feeling, in fact, is like a scholar, obviously that guy usually copies his own grades, but he didn't expect that during the college entrance examination, this guy relied on years of plagiarism experience and copied a Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College.

And now that a top student has actually gone to Blue Fly Academy, this strange state of mind is estimated to be only experienced by those who have fallen off the altar!

And Liao Peng is now such a scholar who has fallen from the altar.

Although the situation is different, the principle is indeed the same!

Mo Zifan looked at Liao Peng coldly, and said coldly: "Killing people in the academy? Although your family is very rich, it is not in this world that you can do whatever you want if you have money!"

Listening to Mo Zifan's words, Liao Peng laughed: "Say you are naïve, you are really naïve! Yes, this world is not where you can do whatever you want if you have money, but you can do a lot of things that you ordinary people can't do!"

Speaking of this, Liao Peng's voice paused slightly, and then said with a strange expression: "For example...... Buy your life!"

"Do you think you, a waste of Triple Martial Origin Qi, can really make any waves in this academy?"

"Do you think that with your status, you are enough for the academy to punish you?"

"Do you think the dean will be a waste of triple martial arts and qi to offend my family?"

Liao Peng's face was hideous, the green tendons on his neck appeared, and he roared: "What do you think you are!"

Listening to Liao Peng's roaring appearance, Mo Zifan shook his head helplessly.

He knew that Liao Peng, even if he could become a high-level martial arts master in the future, his achievements would be nothing more!

With such a fragile psychological state, there is no way for him to go far on this road!

Mo Zifan, who has a lifetime of experience, knows very well how much a person's mental state and personality have an impact on a person's future achievements!

The flame in Liao Peng's hand rose up, and the whole arm seemed to be covered by flames, in the small black room, it looked like a peerless killing god, and from the surface of the power, it looked very aggressive!

"Okay! That's it!" Liao Peng took a few deep breaths, calmed down the excitement in his heart, the person who provoked himself was about to die in his own hands, this excitement and excitement, Liao Peng seemed to be beginning to fall in love with this excitement and excitement!

Liao Peng looked at his fist and waved it lightly at Mo Zifan: "Don't worry, after all, I have bullied you for so many years, and I won't solve you directly, I hope you can die slowly, and then always remember the pain I brought you today, and I hope you will appear in front of me again in the next life, and then know that you offended me...... What a stupid decision!"

The flaming fist slammed into Mo Zifan's stomach fiercely, and a scorching air flow rushed directly into Mo Zifan's body along Liao Peng's fist!

Before Mo Zifan could react, that scorching air flow had already penetrated his limbs and hundreds of bones, scurrying wildly among his meridians!

Looking at Mo Zifan, whose face gradually turned red under the influence of his martial arts qi, Liao Peng showed a cruel smile: "Do you know?

"Hahaha! It seems that your popularity in your class is not very good!" Looking at Mo Zifan's painful expression, Liao Peng also laughed madly.

Mo Zifan was in no mood to pay attention to who did it now, he kept trying to mobilize the martial source qi in his body, thinking about blocking this scorching air flow, but a feeling of powerlessness made Mo Zifan never be able to mobilize the martial source qi in his body.

Originally, he had just crossed back, and he was still not very familiar with mobilizing Wu Yuanqi, but at this time, Liao Peng's move just hit Mo Zifan's death hole!

The meridians in his body were constantly scorched by this air current, Mo Zifan pressed against his throat, letting out bursts of roars like beasts, and the pain in his limbs kept coming, almost wanting to make Mo Zifan unconscious.

But this pain also made Mo Zifan constantly switch back and forth between coma and consciousness.

"Liao Zi, we have to go, otherwise, the student union may have to find it!" Behind Liao Peng, a man dressed in black said coldly.

Liao Peng nodded at the man, although the people he knew today had been bought by him with money, but as Mo Zifan said, money is not everything, at least! Liao Peng himself did not dare to guarantee that the person who gave the money would help him complete this matter.

Although he is not afraid that the student union will come to him for trouble, it is always bad to get into such trouble!

Looking at Mo Zifan, who was trembling in pain on the table, Liao Peng laughed wildly a few times, and then left the small black room with the man in black.

Only Mo Zifan was left alone, fighting against the scorching Wuyuan airflow.

Mo Zifan didn't know that Liao Peng had left, and he kept switching between coma and pain, and he had even begun to lose the real illusion.

The scorching air currents in his body kept destroying his meridians, and his face was flushed, looking like a tomato about to explode.

This martial source qi is very weird, Liao Peng's own martial source qi is actually not very much, and it is quickly used up after entering Mo Zifan's body, but this kind of thing, as long as it is ignited, it will keep ferocious, Mo Zifan even felt that this scorching air flow was burning his own martial source qi!

With his own martial energy as fuel, it kept burning, and the severe pain kept intensifying, Mo Zifan didn't know how long he could hold on, or he didn't know if he could hold on longer, but he knew that if he couldn't think of a way to drive away this scorching airflow, then he would really be done this time!

In his last life, he was beaten by Liao Peng and had a concussion, which hurt him for the rest of his life.

And in this life, do you want to repeat the tragedy of the previous life?

"No!