Chapter 141 Terrifying Pressure On the second day, Mu Zifei came to the arena of the Royal Academy in Toronto early in the morning.

"Stinky boy, come here so early, how many fights will you have today?" Seeing Mu Zifei's arrival, Tegemo walked over and said enthusiastically.

"Then please ask Mr. Tegmo to arrange ten challenges for me, right?" Mu Zifei said slowly.

"It's still ten, you just finished ten games yesterday, don't you need a break today?" Tigermo asked with concern.

"The teacher is not in good shape now, and I have made a pact with Shui Wuregret that I will definitely challenge him head-on in a month, so I must rush to the top 50 within a month. Mu Zifei said with a relaxed face.

"Good boy has a kind, if you rush to the top fifty within a month, I will personally help you write the battle book, and I will be the referee for you on the day of the decisive battle. Seeing this, Mu Zifei Tegmo also made a solemn promise, you must know the status of the arena in the Toronto Royal Academy, and Tegmo can be the director of the arena, compared to his strength, it should not be weaker than Lao Wenjing, and even stronger than Lao Wenjing, so if such a character is willing to write a war letter for Mu Zifei, it will be very embarrassing for Mu Zifei.

Therefore, Mu Zifei was also very surprised to hear Tagmore say this, and then he bowed respectfully to Tigermore and said, "Thank you, Teacher Tigermore." ”

"Okay, don't tell you kid, I'll go and arrange it for you. Tegmo waved his hand and left, Tegmo is this kind of person, if he likes you, he will be good to you without reservation, but he is not very good at words, so once Mu Zifei said these emotional words to him, he was a little overwhelmed, so he continued to arrange for the name of the game to flee in a hurry.

But everyone knows that there is no need to arrange the game in person as Tegmo, so Tegmo is in a hurry at the moment

"Fled". Looking at Tagmo's back, a faint smile also appeared on Mu Zifei's face, Tagmo is really a cute guy.

Mu Zifei thought to himself in his heart. After a while, Mu Zifei's game was arranged, but Tegmo really didn't appear again, Mu Zifei walked into the ring with a relaxed face, because the difference in strength was too big, this kind of battle against Mu Zifei really couldn't arouse any interest, and his opponents also heard about the incident between Mu Zifei and Shui Wuregret yesterday, so they were all very afraid of Mu Zifei, because the gap in strength made them unable to raise any courage at all, so Mu Zifei didn't have to make any effort to win ten consecutive victories, and finally Mu Zifei walked out of the arena easily, knowing that Mu Zifei left Tegmo and didn't reappear。

"Finally gone, I'm really afraid that this kid will thank me emotionally, and I'm afraid that others will thank me. Watching Mu Zifei leave, Tigermore, who was standing in the shadows, smiled bitterly.

Of course, Mu Zifei, who had walked away, hadn't heard Tegmo's surprising self-talk, and now he was all focused on the so-called Ten Thousand Souls Pavilion.

Mu Zifei asked all the way, and finally saw a row of small bungalows in an inaccessible place.

It's just that the outside of these bungalows is surrounded by a thick wall.

"May I ask if this is Wanling Pavilion?" Mu Zifei asked when he saw an old man lying on a recliner at the door.

After hearing Mu Zifei's words, the old man opened his eyes and glanced at Mu Zifei and said, "Boy, won't you see it yourself?" Hearing the old man's unceremonious words, Mu Zifei lit a nameless fire in his heart, and looked at the old man in front of him and said not particularly politely: "Look?" After listening to Mu Zifei's words, a strange smile appeared on the old man's face, and he looked at Mu Zifei and said playfully: "Boy, it's a little tempered, but the old man advises you, that is, it's better for young people to be steady." As he spoke, he casually pointed behind him

"This is the Ten Thousand Souls Pavilion, you go in, there is a strong man's spiritual imprint in every bungalow, there is a box at the door, just scratch your points card on it, but you need five thousand points every two hours inside, I don't know if your kid's points are enough." After saying that, the old man closed his eyes again and stopped paying attention to Mu Zifei.

Mu Zifei looked at the old man and stopped talking, so he snorted coldly, and then walked over from the old man's side.

With a "creak", Mu Zifei pushed open the wooden door and walked into the bungalow area. Mu Zifei looked at the rows of bungalows in front of him, and there was a sign in front of each square aspect, and it was written on the sign which strong man was left, what level of strong man was this strong man when he was alive, and there was a small box at the bottom, which was the point payment office.

Then Mu Zifei began to make a round, and the outermost ones were the spiritual imprints left by the emperor-level powerhouses, while the innermost places were the spiritual imprints of the saint-level level, and the innermost three bungalows were the spiritual imprints left by the three saints.

And the number of points required for the three different cultivation venues is also different, the emperor level is five thousand points for two hours, the saint level is ten thousand points for two hours, and the saint level is free, but in those three bungalows, there is no academy that is cultivating, so Mu Zifei is also very aware of the current affairs and did not choose the three saint monarch level spiritual imprints.

Mu Zifei thought for a while that this was his first time here, so it was better to be careful, so Mu Zifei found a square with an imperial spiritual imprint and walked in.

Mu Zifei walked into the bungalow, and there was a small sculpture of a man in the bungalow, this sculpture was only about half a meter high, and this sculpture was quietly placed on the only table in the bungalow.

In front of the table there is a futon, and the futon is very thin, and it can be seen that this futon has been sat on by countless people for a long time, so that the futon is now almost like a thin film attached to the ground.

Mu Zifei glanced at it, and roughly understood how to use it, he walked to the front of the futon and sat down cross-legged.

But when his ass just touched the futon, a terrifying and extreme coercion pressed on Mu Zifei's body, under the terrifying pressure brought by this extreme coercion, Mu Zifei's body was unstable and knelt on the ground, and at this moment, Mu Zifei's back was covered with sweat, looking at a sculpture from this angle, Mu Zifei could clearly see a disdainful smile appear on that face.

Seeing this smile, Mu Zifei took a breath and slowly straightened his body, then lifted his knees off the ground, and watched the futon behind him sit down slowly, and when he sat down, an even more terrifying coercion came over again.

"Hello little one, I'm the Blood Emperor Dress. ”