The Wuxuanmen elder next to him reacted quickly and said, "Huh, isn't this Jingyue's kid? This luck is really good...... Ahem, I didn't say anything. ”

Facing the murderous gaze of the dean of the scholars, he decisively chose to keep silent, anyway, this kind of thing, let's just steal the fun, although Mo Feng was originally a very threatening opponent, but he was so seriously injured before, how could he recover within three days, this is completely to give our family Jingyue points.

The elders of the Seven Star Hall couldn't help but gloat, and picked up the brush and filled in the battle list, not giving the academy a chance to regret it at all, in fact, it was impossible for them to openly regret it.

There was a sudden uproar and noise around them, compared to the appearance of the disciples of the academy who were mourning, the other three major sects were extremely happy, if it weren't for the existence of the elder of the scholar, maybe they would have laughed directly.

The elder of the Seven Star Hall unscrupulously cast the group taunting skill: "Calculate the time, Mo Feng's battle should be an hour later, you should hurry up and ask him for his opinion, if he is too injured to participate in the battle, give us a reply as soon as possible, so as not to delay time in vain." Don't worry, after all, it's understandable that he is a wounded and sick, no one will think that he is specifically afraid of Jingyue. ”

The elder of the scholar hated his last sentence, but he had nothing to do, so he had to pull Zhou Sheng and said, "What is the situation with Mo Feng?"

Zhou Sheng said weakly: "I don't know very well, when I saw him yesterday, he was still wrapped in a lot of gauze tapes, I'm afraid ......"

After the dean of the book was uncertain for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, you told him not to be reckless, after all, the body is important, and you can't put the cart before the horse because of the face problem of the academy." ”

"Is that what the elder really said?" Mo Feng couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he heard Zhou Sheng's retelling. He thought that in this frenzied competitive atmosphere, the elders of the academy should persuade him to give it a try at all costs, but he didn't expect that this elder he didn't know at all was more concerned about his physical condition, which made Mo Feng can't help but feel a touch of warmth.

"Although everyone is very unwilling, we don't want you to toss a secret injury because of this, so forget it, in the end, it's not good to blame me. Zhou Sheng said with great annoyance.

"It's okay, I finally didn't draw Chungu Feng directly. ”

"Ah Feng, are you still in the mood to joke...... I know you must have a grudge against me, you still just scold me or even beat me......" Zhou Sheng was already guilty of himself.

"Am I so bored, this kind of thing is purely based on luck, it would be too unreasonable for me to blame you. Mo Feng shook his head helplessly.

"But ......"

"Okay, no nonsense, I'll pack up and go to the martial arts arena. ”

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but look at him with a dull expression: "What? You still want to go to the competition? Ah Feng, don't you work so hard, didn't I just say it......"

His words came to an abrupt end in the middle of speaking, because the ink wind in front of him took off the gauze belt on his body and changed into clean clothes again, except that his face was still slightly pale, he could hardly see any difference from before.

"You, you, you, you ......" Zhou Sheng was completely petrified in place, his brain was still stuck in the scene of Mo Feng's blood scars three days ago, at least he clearly remembered that there was a narrow wound on Mo Feng's left hand that ran through half of his arm, but now he looked at it, it was as smooth as ever, at most there was only a shallow and concave white mark, showing a different color from the surrounding skin.

"Let's go. Mo Feng didn't give Zhou Sheng time to relax, and strode out of the courtyard directly.

It wasn't until he entered the martial arts arena that Zhou Sheng put away his weird expression a little, but there was still a bit of disbelief in his heart. Who would have thought that when everyone thought that Mo Feng was injured and unable to fight again, he was almost completely healed? Those who were gloating next to him would definitely not be able to laugh after a while.

"The next one, No. 444 vs. No. 1792. The referee of this martial arts arena is the elder of the Seven Star Palace, and after he subconsciously read a sentence according to the list, he suddenly reacted to the people represented by these two numbers, and couldn't help but gloat with a somewhat gloating expression: "From the academy, do you guys still come to the competition?"

The disciples of the surrounding academies looked at each other, only looking at each other without saying a word, especially when they saw Jing Yue, who was dressed in white, floating on the stage without staining half a penny, the suffocating sense of powerlessness became even stronger.

Just looking at the surface, this soft and weak young man in white does not look like the ruthless Wuxuanmen senior brother in the rumor center, and even many people can't help but light up when they see him for the first time, and feel a kind of spontaneous brightness and amazement, the eyebrows that are as shallow as the crescent moon, the bright eyes like the starry moon, the red lips and teeth and white skin like clotted fat, no matter how you look at it, she is a peerless beauty, if you remove the very discordant Adam's apple on the neck, then everything will really be perfect.

Even Mo Feng didn't expect that this young man, who was said to have hundreds of lives under his hands, would be such a harmless and weak appearance of humans and animals, which shows that the words that people can't look like are really the experience of the ancients.

However, when he reaches his realm, he can naturally faintly feel the dangerous qi contained in the other party's body, and it feels like a cold poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, and when you relax your vigilance, it will suddenly drill out and give you a fatal blow.

Jing Yue seemed to have sensed Mo Feng's gaze, and the soft eyes like spring water froze slightly, and then froze on his body, showing a bit of doubt and inquiry.

But after he saw Mo Feng on the martial arts arena, this puzzled look turned into relief, and he returned to his calm appearance, and just said softly with a little playfulness: "Seeing that your injuries seem to be healed, then I don't have to regret it." ”

The noisy venue was suddenly silent, and not many people noticed him before Mo Feng came on the field, after all, there were not many people who knew his face, and everyone subconsciously thought that he should not come, but they didn't expect that at this critical juncture, Mo Feng really appeared here, and ...... Why doesn't it look like it's hurt at all?

The referee's elder's expression couldn't help but freeze for a moment, looking up and down at Mo Feng, as if he wanted to see a flower on his face, but the fact in front of him was that this kid didn't know what weird means he used, and he did completely heal his injuries, but this Nima has only been a few days? Tian Nan is still lying in the house and hasn't woken up, but he has already continued to compete vigorously, why is the Mao gap so big?!

If I had to describe the mood of the spectators in six words, that is, this is absolutely unscientific!

"Elder, can you start?" Jing Yue asked politely and softly, the voice was soft and soft like a shy and pretty beauty, anyway, how awkward Mo Feng sounded, he always felt that the opponent in front of him should really be the most appropriate senior sister of Wuxuanmen.

Of course, this does not mean that he will underestimate the opponent in front of him, in fact, the spiritual power in his body has already begun to operate, and it has been pushed into more than sixty weeks by now.

"Oh, yes. "The Elder Judge of the Seven Star Hall came to his senses at this time, and he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, it was best to lose both sides again, and he couldn't just let my Seven Star Hall suffer.

"Start!" he took a deep breath and then spit out the words, before the words fell, Jing Yue's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight, and the place became empty at some point.

"When!" Before everyone could react, a crisp explosion had already spread throughout the audience, and then two figures staggered past like ghosts, each changing direction and retreating for more than a few dozen meters.

Mo Feng's right hand with the knife had begun to tremble slightly, purely because the impact just now was too strong, this young man who looked weak and bullying was actually a character born with divine power, otherwise, according to what was written in the information, it was impossible for a martial artist at the peak of bone refining to have such a domineering and arrogant power, so that he, a cultivator in the late stage of bone refining, was almost unable to parry.

On the contrary, Jing Yue's eyes were full of excited flames, as if the blood of his whole body began to boil and burn, and he was like the gentle and weak appearance he had just now, because the murderous aura like a substance had been wrapped around him, constantly blending with the spiritual power he exuded, permeating the cold air of the forest, as if he was stepping on the sea of corpses and blood, paving the way with white bones.

"It's a pleasure!"

Before the words fell, Jing Yue's figure disappeared in front of Mo Feng's eyes again, making it difficult for him to predict where the other party had gone. This is obviously a special spiritual skill cultivated by Jing Yue, although it does not have the magical effect of stealth, but when he moves at high speed, it is difficult to grasp his forward trajectory.

At a certain moment, a cold murderous aura slowly approached, and it seemed that some sharp and cold object had pressed against Mo Feng's neck, but in fact, Mo Feng's eyes were empty.

Although the countless reaction sensitivity tests have brought him a psychological shadow for a long time, they have also exercised his sharpness far beyond thinking, just like at this moment, even if his nerves are still a little unable to react, but his body has already taken a step ahead, slightly staggering the distance by half a meter.

The next moment, a cold cold light swept past his neck, and the torn air stung his skin, but since Mo Feng's physical fitness was already in the realm of bone refining, it was not so fragile to crack a bloody mark.

Mo Feng had no doubt that if he was a little slower, he would probably be in a different place at this moment. Maybe for others, this is just an ordinary competition, but for a madman like Jing Yue, maybe there is only a battle of life and death in this world, and there are only two kinds of people in his eyes: the living and the dead.

Although the theory of mutual restraint of the three major systems was criticized by Rong Chen as worthless, it was not unreasonable to say that the ancient martial artist restrained the Holy Soul Master. Although the martial artist system has lost most of its inheritance, they have always come and gone without a trace when they refine their physical bodies, and the speed is so fast that the soul power is difficult to capture, and the soul master often has not had time to lock their breath, I am afraid that their necks have been cut off.

Now Mo Feng has the same feeling, the reason why he was able to narrowly avoid Jing Yue's attack was purely because he also had a super reaction speed, not because he had grasped Jing Yue's traces in advance.

This is a very clever ancient warrior, much more clever than the assassin he met that day to assassinate Shu Jinye.

After making this judgment, Mo Feng not only did not fall into a panic, but also felt that the blood in his body began to heat up. He has never been a person who is willing to live like water, this kind of wandering between life and death may be thrilling, but he just likes such a stimulating feeling, otherwise what is the meaning of living a life?