The same is true for demon beasts, disdainful of it, thinking that Mu Chen's grandstanding and eye-catching are just a real strength?

In the history of the Spiritual Master Academy, there is no shortage of such students, hoping to use this to enter the eyes of teachers and class teachers and gain recognition, but without exception, they are all killed by demons. Therefore, Mu Chen's wisdom is not in the eyes of demons and monsters.

Is it night? The head teacher of Xuanwu was worried, rushed to talk with Mu Chen, and separated in the middle of the night, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, but there was a touch of cruelty and indifference in that smile.

On the second day, Mu Chen went to the center of the three lines alone, smiling, like a son, ascending the platform and slaying the evil demons.

Liu Qingshan and the other eight people went into retreat, and Niu Er and the others took Li Meng with a wicked smile and didn't know where to go.

In the early morning, the breeze brought a burst of coolness, which shocked Muchen's spirit and exhaled the depression in his chest.

On the stands around the ring, more than 100 demons stared at Mu Chen's body like poisonous snakes, and looked at Mu Chen's gaze as if they were looking at a dead person. More than a dozen demon beasts stood on the stands, their eyes were like electricity, and they waited and saw how the plot would develop.

There are not many shape-shifting demon beasts in the Spirit Master Academy, no more than a thousand at most, and even fewer demon beast students watching this boring battle.

Because of the few, the demon beast was not in a hurry, and leisurely waited for Mu Chen to fight the evil demon.

The three distraction teachers are already in place, and they must ensure the absolute fairness of the battle and prevent the demons from harming the wood dust.

Demons are not enough. There are not enough monsters. The scene is not grand enough. This is what Mu Chen really thinks.

Mu Chen slowly walked into the ring, looked around, pointed his sword at the demon, and said with a smile: "Who will die first?"

As soon as these words came out, like a stone falling into the surface of a lake, the demon's anger was aroused on the spot, and the anger rushed out of the demon's mouth, cursing Mu Chen.

The demons are proficient in the Terran script and are familiar with the Terran language, but in the Spiritual Master Academy, they communicate in the demon language, which seems to be like the Terran language like dross, and it is impossible to abandon it.

The Demon Language, as a specialized course in the Spirit Master Academy, is ranked in the eleventh pavilion, and only when it meets a certain standard can it continue to light up the rest of the pavilions. Niu Er and the others are reading the evil language these days, and they are miserable.

The demonic language is too awkward to pronounce and is extremely difficult to pronounce, but if any student in the class does not pass the twelfth pavilion, it will not be able to light up.

As for the wood dust, devouring several demon souls, and not hindering the demon language. Hearing the demon's insults, he laughed shamefully and replied in pure demonic language: "Bad seed." ”

Now the demon was quiet, but the anger in his eyes was stronger than before.

A demon covered with demon patterns, blue skin, and human-like appearance appeared on the stage, with a hideous face, and the demonic aura was agitated to kill Mu Chen.

"Ant, die. ”

Mu Chen summoned the fire spirit bead to whirl around it, and the demon of the Jindan period released his own strength to the maximum, and the vision was combined with magic weapons, interspersed with spells, and the magic pattern on his body was generous, adding a little defensive power to it.

Mu Chen resisted one by one, counterattacked, looked for opportunities, and inflicted injuries on them. The Fire Spirit Orb spits out flames, each of which is irresistible, the power of spells is even more powerful, and the vision of the Tyrant Turtle is difficult for demons to resist.

A minute later, Mu Chen, at the cost of 'minor injuries', slashed him with the wrong hand, and pocketed his storage ring along with the storage bag containing a hundred top-grade spirit stones on the ground. Even the demon's body was not spared, and it was stored in the storage ring by the wood dust.

What Mu Chen cares about is not the spirit stone, not the life of the demon, but its storage ring. According to what Niu Er said, every demon in the academy is wealthy, and he has sunk into the spiritual sense to investigate? Mu Chen smiled and nodded, what Niu Er said was true. The harvest within it can ensure that the Xuanwu class and others will practice at a high intensity for three days.

Mu Chen pondered, savoring the previous battle, not letting go of any details, and finally came to the conclusion that the Heavenly Dao Golden Pill in the academy was one point stronger than the Heavenly Dao Golden Pill in the Demon Cave. It's not that the external force is strong, but that it's strong itself. Whether it is from the aura or the body, it is one point stronger.

If supplemented by external forces, a school demon can be compared to three demon cave demons, or even more.

Why is it strong? Mu Chen doesn't know. Bloodline, physique, mantra are all possible. But Muchen couldn't find the answer.

The death of the demons is commonplace, the inaction of the three teachers, the silence of the demons, such unfair treatment, the demons have experienced it many times. It's just that the demon who saw the blood was even more crazy, his eyes were scarlet, and a sheep-horned demon walked out of the ring with a red body.

Two minutes later, Mu Chen's injuries worsened, and he slashed him by mistake, took off his storage ring, frowned, and spoke in an evil language:

"Weak, really weak, if the demon has the only ability, then this battle will be meaningless. ”

Before Mu Chen's words were over, a bald demon with a body like a mountain, with a yellowish body surface and bulging muscles, as if it had been poured by King Kong, fell into the ring with a cold look in his eyes, and the tower-like magic weapon in his hand exuded a yellow aura and swirled.

Mu Chen put away a hint of joking, the power of this demon's body has reached the peak of Jindan.

Mu Chen showed a hint of 'timidity' slightly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva in his throat, trying to hide the panic in his heart. The bald demon was very satisfied with Mu Chen's appearance at this moment, and even the scene of crushing Mu Chen's neck came to his mind, and he launched an attack, and the power of oppression collapsed like a mountain and a sea.

Boom, three minutes later, Mu Chen spat out a large mouthful of blood, his breath was sluggish, and the mountain-like demon body in front of him collapsed, completely devoid of breath, and he was dead.

He couldn't figure out why a Thunder Spirit Bead appeared in the back of his head in the final blow, and he didn't notice it.

Putting away his storage ring, the spiritual sense probed, and the wood dust was overjoyed, and it was very rich.

Seeing that Mu Chen was seriously injured, the mad demon did not give him a chance to rest at all, and fought Mu Chen, wanting to kill him and beat the water dogs.

In the end, at the moment when Mu Chen and the Tenth Demon were fighting, both were defeated, Mu Chen spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the dantian was injured and fell to the ground unconscious, and the evil demon died of hatred. The head teacher of the Xuanwu class went down and took Mu Chen and his booty away.

At this point, the battle in the ring has come to an end.

The demon scolded and left, just one step away, and he was just short of being able to kill Mu Chen, this disrespectful guy. It's a pity, it's a pity. However, 'Thunder' is also heroic, shattering its dantian and successfully destroying its foundation.

Generally speaking, sacrificing ten clansmen and destroying the genius of Mu Chen?

The demon beast left, this time, it was almost his turn to make a move, and he couldn't teach Mu Chen, an arrogant man, with his own hands?