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"Ink Delirium!" With this roar, there was already a full momentum forced out, and Mo Zhiyu's right hand also held the saber in his hand steadily, and the sword-like momentum climbed again, only the last unsheathed.

Wumeng is the same, standing upright, clutching the hilt of the sword, the world in his eyes has no heaven and earth, only the person in front of him, like a tiger about to be slaughtered.

The qi of the two people is rising higher and higher in an instant, waiting for whoever can't bear it first, and the first to strike, will strike first.

However, at this time, the cold voice in Mo Zhiyu's mind reminded again: "Warning! The goal is the Great Perfection of the Dingyuan Realm, with a Yuan Force bonus that far exceeds yours, and exceeds the upper limit level of martial arts, so it is recommended not to fight! ”

Of course, Mo Zhiyu didn't care, but the continuous screaming of the system shook his temples suddenly, and his head seemed to explode, but at the same time, it also calmed him down.

He doesn't have Yuan Li now!

It's like a mantis arm as a car, there is a huge hurdle between having yuan force and not having yuan power, and with his current appearance, he is not qualified to fight at all. He still has to participate in the trial, and he can't fold here.

Good! Don't fight! Mo Zhiyu suddenly retracted his knife back into its sheath, and the voice in his head finally stopped, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Wumeng over there suddenly felt that the other party's momentum was suddenly retracted, and the qi was already climbing in two phases, and his side immediately followed suit.

Wumeng guessed that Mo Zhi must be cowardly, although he was very imposing just now, but he was just a kid with no Yuan Force, so he sneered and said, "What, it's not fair?" ”

Although Mo Zhiyu didn't want to compare, but it was probably not easy to get out of this situation, he was anxious, suddenly realized a point, and immediately asked the system: "How long has it been since the fight?" ”

The system replied precisely: "Twenty-six minutes." ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly, smiling confidently. He twisted his neck and said with a smile: "I think since you want to be fair, of course you need a middleman to judge." It's been so long, the senior brothers of the Criminal Department should be coming soon, right? ”

Wu Meng was stunned.

"If the senior brothers of the Criminal Department see that we unruly boys still have ......," he deliberately slowed down his speech, "Senior Brother Wumeng, if this genius disciple gathers to fight here, what can I do?"

I'm going to the trial anyway, and I can get a special exemption. But Senior Brother, you have a bright future, and you will be punished by the Criminal Department, but you will be recorded and brought to justice. It doesn't matter, it's just a little dark room for a few days, right? ”

If the "Stinky Boy ......" is recorded by the Criminal Department, the Great Elders will definitely see it when they review it in the future, which will prevent him from becoming a personal disciple. Wumeng's hatred is itching, but if he retreats now, wouldn't he lose face in front of many disciples and Wu family?

Mo Zhiyu saw Wumeng's anxious appearance, guessing that he was also a face-loving person, if he was forced, he might really do it like this, there were also homeless people in the Criminal Department, Mo Zhiyu didn't think he could bargain much, so he gave Wumeng a step:

"In this way, you and I are not idlers, so let's set a date and discuss again. If I am lucky enough to pass the trial, I will definitely compete with you Senior Brother Wumeng openly! ”

Wumeng's heart suddenly relaxed, his face improved, and he immediately responded: "Okay, Mo Zhiyu, you have to come back alive!" Then he prepared to leave with Wulai and the others.

But just let this group go, Mo Zhiyu really couldn't swallow the fire in his heart, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he shouted to stop Wumeng: "Senior Brother Xie Jiyan, then please return my things!" ”

When he said this, his eyes were fixed on the young man with a blue nose and swollen face, which everyone knew, and it was a grudge between him and him.

Looking at the young man suspiciously, the young man immediately shook his head violently: "I didn't take anything from him!" ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the crowd of people in the distance, and guessed that someone from the Criminal Department was coming, so he said quickly: "What is the sin of stealing the storage ring of the trialist, Senior Brother Wumeng should understand!" ”

"Hand it over!" Of course, Wumeng also noticed the people from the Criminal Department, and immediately grabbed his nose and swollen face, and shouted angrily in a low voice, "Whether you take it or not, you have to hand one over now, quickly!" ”

Although the young man was unwilling, he obediently took out a black jade ring from his arms. Wumeng snatched it over, threw the young man to others, and walked quickly towards Mo Zhiyu.

And at this moment, the disciples of the Criminal Department finally passed through the crowd and rushed to the scene.

Seeing the situation in front of him, the leading inner disciple immediately shouted, "What are you doing? ”

Wumeng was immediately dumbfounded, turned his head and glared at the group of homeless disciples behind him, and when he was about to explain, Mo Zhiyu had already laughed and spoke: "It's nothing, it's just that senior brother threw himself too hard, and Wumeng senior brother was kind and was about to send it to the hospital." ”

With such an obvious opening of his eyes and telling nonsense, how could a disciple of the Criminal Department believe it? But when they saw nothing, they looked at him and asked, "What is the matter?" ”

Wumeng could only reply stubbornly at this time: "It's like what Senior Brother Mo said." ”

The disciples of the criminal department glared at him in disbelief, but if there was no accusation from both sides, it could not be established, so he could only glare at the few people involved a few more times, and put down a sentence: "Don't make trouble!" The crowd rushed away again.

Watching the people from the Criminal Department leave, Wumeng waved his hand and motioned for his people to take the young man to go first, and the people around him who were watching the excitement dispersed. Then he walked up to Mo Zhiyu himself, and looked at this person with a triumphant ruffian, and he really wanted to hit someone.

Mo Zhiyu took the storage ring, and he didn't want to say anything, so he planned to leave directly.

"Ink delirium." Wumeng stopped him.

Mo Zhiyu clenched his black cloth pocket and looked back at him, but he still looked smiling: "What else does Senior Brother Wumeng have to say?" He could only bet that this man wouldn't be looking for trouble now.

Wumeng really wasn't looking for trouble, he just asked, "You can directly report to the Criminal Department that he stole your Trial Storage Ring, he will definitely be punished, and you can also get your things back, why don't you do this?" ”

"I'm not the kind of person who makes small reports, and I'm not greedy for life and afraid of death." Mo Zhi smiled and looked him straight in the eye.

"Good." Wumeng's eyes showed appreciation, "I'm looking forward to competing with you." ”

But Mo Zhiyu immediately said again: "If I directly let the Criminal Department intervene, how can I have a chance to fight like this~?~ Refreshing!" ”

"Ink Delirium!" A fire suddenly lit up in Wumeng's heart and he didn't know where to go, "You wait to come back and die!" With that, he turned and left.

Mo Zhiyu didn't forget to stimulate him again: "Senior Brother Xie Jiyan!" "I didn't hear it, and my steps were more urgent.

"Oh~young man." Mo Zhiyu smiled and looked at the storage ring in his hand, and as soon as he clenched his palm, one storage ring turned into two.

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