"It's stupid!"

These three simple words, for Qin Mu, come as soon as he opens his mouth.

But hearing it in everyone's ears made them gasp.

"I'll go, he actually dares to scold the Pavilion Master for being stupid, isn't this a clear way to kill himself?"

"Looks like he's starting to break the jar by now. ”

"Also, even if he kneels down and begs now, I'm afraid it won't help.

Even if Tiansha Pavilion didn't care about him, first of all, the Lu family would definitely not let him go. ”

"So, although this kid is ignorant, he is still a little bold!"

"He's not bold, it's helpless! Anyway, he knows that he is going to die today, so he simply scolds him!"

"Okay! Anyway, there's no point in saying anything now, from the moment the "Valve Pastor Operation" began, he was already a dead man!"

“......”

In Tianwu City, there are really not many people who dare to talk to Feng Zhiying like this.

Therefore, in their eyes, Qin Mu was completely angering Feng Zhiying.

However, when you think about it, they can understand it.

I'm going to die anyway.

Standing is also death, kneeling is also death, why not die a little backbone?

"Young man, I admire your courage. But, I'm sorry to tell you that you've succeeded in provoking me!"

Feng Zhiying stared at Qin Mu and said in a low voice.

"Looks like you're getting angrier than I thought!"

Qin Mu suddenly said disappointedly.

"Are you deliberately provoking me?" Feng Zhiying frowned slightly, and said with some surprise: "Do you know what the consequences of angering me are?"

"I don't know!" Qin Mu shook his head, and then said, "But, I want to know!"

Qin Mu's voice was very steady.

But everyone could hear the madness in his tone!

That is undoubtedly madness.

A madness that ignores everything.

"Senior brother, why do you have to tell him so much, as long as you give him an order.

There are so many of us, in an instant, we can produce this kid!"

Suddenly, I saw Chen Beifeng say a little impatiently.

He could hear Feng Zhiying's appreciation for Qin Mu in his words.

If it weren't for Qin Mu's ignorance of current affairs, he repeatedly provoked Feng Zhiying.

He also really doubted that Feng Zhiying would take Qin Mu under his command.

So, now, he doesn't want to wait any longer.

As long as Qin Mu dies, Hucheng will be in his pocket.

He didn't want this fat meat that was about to reach his mouth, and there would be any more changes.

"Do you have a lot of people?" Qin Mu glanced back at him and said disdainfully.

"Haha! This kid can't be scared stupid!

We've got more than 1,500 people here.

One person and one foot can trample him into pulp!"

"People are still young, so don't scare other people's children!"

"Yes, yes, kids!"

"However, this little kid is so unlikable, I want him to disappear!"

"Then let him disappear, I'm disgusted anyway!"

“......”

As soon as Qin Mu's words came out, he immediately caused everyone to laugh.

In their eyes, Qin Mu had been so frightened that he couldn't even tell the difference between the number of people and the number of people.

"Hehe, do you think we have few people? Do you want me to call some people?"

Chen Beifeng looked at Qin Mu with a playful expression, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Let's call some more, just a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals, how can I be sorry for my hard work!"

Qin Mu glanced at him, and said with deep meaning.

"There is less wind, what's the use of talking so much with a dead man, you all don't move.

Let me see if he's as awesome as the outside world rumores!"

Suddenly, I saw Wen Mao jump out directly, staring at Qin Mu feverishly, licking his lips, and smiling gloomily.

Immediately, I saw him turn around and glance at Feng Zhiying on the side, as if asking for his opinion.

Feng Zhiying nodded in agreement.

He still believes in Wen Mao's strength.

After all, in the Tiansha Pavilion, apart from him, the pavilion master, there was no second person who was more powerful than him.

Because she is a real six-star mid-stage martial artist.

Such a force is already quite terrifying in the entire secular world.

"Wen Mao, are you itching your hands again?" Chen Beifeng sneered and said.

He knows Wenmao.

Although he is not amazing.

But he is definitely a war-hungry and ruthless battle maniac.

The people who fought with him were either dead or maimed, without exception.

Although his strength is in the middle of the six-star period.

However, his terrifying combat power was enough to kill some six-star peak martial artists.

Even some martial artists who have just fallen into the Seven Stars have the strength to fight.

"Hehe, I can't go down the mountain during this time, but I can't suffocate Lao Tzu.

Today, I finally found such a one that can play for a few rounds.

If any of you dare to rob me, I will be in a hurry!"

I saw Wen Mao's pair of bloodthirsty red lights, which shot on Qin Mu's body, and he was extremely excited.

"Haha, I won't rob you, he's yours alone, and we're all your audience today!"

"yes! We should have seen a good show!"

"But don't play him to death so quickly, it's not too late for us to start after we have seen it!"

"Anyway, in your hands, he will be a dead man sooner or later!"

"You think the three-inch hair is called for nothing!"

“......”

As soon as Wen Mao's words fell, everyone couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, they are also quite helpless about this militant.

Who wants his strength to say that?

"Shhhh

Wen Mao glanced at them, then made a quiet gesture at them, and said with a smug face.

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and then said no more.

Because, they know, Wen Mao is going to do it.

This Tiansha Pavilion steel thorn that has terrified countless people.

Three-inch hair, Wen Mao.

It's finally time to make a move.

I saw that everyone's eyes widened and they cast sympathetic glances at Qin Mu.

Because, the ending, they already knew.

All they expect is the process.

The process of how Qin Mu was played to death by Wen Mao.

For them, that's the best thing that exists.

They believe it will be a feast for the eyes.

"Boy, how do you want to die?"

In the praise of everyone, Wen Mao looked at Qin Mu with contempt and said.

"I'm not going to die, okay?" Qin Mu glanced at him and pretended to be panicked.

"Then it depends on whether your name is hard enough!" Wen Mao smiled darkly, and said with disdain.

"I've asked someone to tell my fortune before, and people say that my life is hard, I actually believe it, do you think it's funny?"

Qin Mu pondered for a moment, a serious way.

"When death is on the verge of death, I dare to grandstand, but I like to gnaw hard bones like you!"

Wen Mao naturally heard the meaning of the ridicule in Qin Mu's words, only to see his cold eyes condensed, and said with a sneer.

(End of chapter)