When many female candidates saw Mo Jing for the first time, they couldn't help but feel a little fond of him, mainly because Mo Jing looked very much in line with their taste.
But the next few young men who walked out of the room made their eyes light up, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.
What a handsome man, what a monster!
In the courtyard, Mo Jing and Zhai Xiao were facing each other face to face. The auras of the two parties were equally high and low, and there was a feeling of being on equal footing.
Zhai Xiao raised his eyes and looked at them. They were all at the first level of the pseudo-god realm. Only the man in white was at the second level of the pseudo-god realm.
Zhai Xiao stared closely at Feng Xinglan. As soon as someone was promoted, he broke through two realms in a row. This proved that this person's talent was extremely good and his future was probably immeasurable.
Song Bailin glanced at the six of them and suddenly smiled.
"How did you guys defeat these dozen people? I have no other intention, I just want to ask."
Mo Jing raised his fist and said with an excited smile: "Of course it was with fists. Do you want to fight with me? By the way, brother, what is your level of cultivation?"
Those with lower cultivation levels cannot see through the realm of those with higher cultivation levels, so Mo Jing does not know his realm, but he can feel that his aura is much stronger than those of the candidates just now.
Song Bailin: "..." It's so familiar.
Song Bailin's expression froze, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.
"You want to ask what realm my cultivation level is, why not try it yourself?"
Mo Jing was a little moved when he heard this, and he looked at Yu Qiu and the others.
Yu Qiu lazily said: "Go, Dasha."
If you can't defeat him, as long as they are here... he probably won't die.
When Mo Jing heard this, a crazy fighting spirit appeared on his face. His dark and deep eyes stared at Song Bailin, as if he was a hunter staring at his prey with the determination to win.
He raised his hand, and a big knife appeared in his palm.
Without saying a word, he walked in the direction of Song Bailin. The sword was extremely sharp, and his spiritual power suddenly condensed, and he struck Song Bailin fiercely.
Song Bailin looked surprised, did this person really dare to take action?
It seems that although he is not a coward, he is just a fool and a fool. This kind of person has to be the first in everything, but he will die the fastest.
Song Bailin sneered, his eyes very disdainful.
When the broadsword struck down——
boom!
He took Mo Jing's sword with his bare hands, and then broke it with lightning speed. With a 'click' sound, he quickly threw the broken blade towards Mo Jing's chest.
Mo Jing was shocked and quickly dodged away, but his body was as if pressed by a big stone, making it difficult to move.
At the critical moment, Mo Jing mobilized the spiritual power in his body and exploded in an instant, breaking free from the invisible pressure and escaping sideways.
Qiang——
The blade still scratched his chest, and blood came out, but the wound was not deep.
Song Bailin raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that he was not a fool and his reaction was quick enough, but... his strength was really too low!
At this point in his thoughts, his figure moved, and in an instant, he had appeared behind Mo Jing. A shining silver dagger appeared in his sleeve, and the dagger stabbed into Mo Jing's lower back mercilessly.
Mo Jing screamed in pain and quickly slapped Song Bailin with his backhand.
boom!
But this palm did not hurt Song Bailin.
Song Bailin held the bloody dagger in his hand, leisurely and at ease, and his smile became deeper and deeper.
The faces of the candidates present changed slightly, Song Bailin was too strong! In two rounds, the young man had already suffered two injuries.
Song Bailin stared at Mo Jing and asked slowly: "What level do you think my cultivation level is now?"
Mo Jing covered the bleeding hole on his lower back and gasped in pain. He suddenly heard Song Bailin's question and answered seriously: "The third level of the false god realm."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.
Song Bailin's face darkened little by little, and his eyes were gloomy.
His cultivation was at the fourth level of the pseudo-god realm, but this man just said that he was at the third level. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, he had successfully angered himself.
Song Bailin turned his wrist slightly and tilted the extremely sharp dagger.
The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot again and stabbed in the direction of Mo Jing at an extremely fast speed.
The first thought that came to everyone's mind was: This person is going to die! He will definitely be crippled by Song Bailin like the newcomer a few months ago! Song Bailin has a backer, so he can naturally do evil!
If people with no background like them die, no one will hold them accountable.
At this moment, Fu Yanlan, who was under the eaves corridor, frowned and wanted to save people, but was suddenly pulled back by Gongsun Qingya next to him.
Gongsun Qingya lowered her voice, "Sister Yanlan, you can't afford to offend her, and you can't save her either."
Once, they also rescued the newcomer in public, but a few days later, the newcomer died tragically in the yard. Although there was no evidence that Song Bailin did it, everyone knew the truth, and in the end, the matter was dropped.
If they hadn't been booked by Tianze Shenzhou's family early to take them under their command, I'm afraid they wouldn't have had a hard time.
Fu Yanlan's fingertips trembled slightly and she pursed her lips.
She slowly closed her eyes, not wanting to see this bloody scene again.
Suddenly, the crowd burst into a cry of surprise.
Fu Yanlan thought it was Mo Jing who was in trouble, but what she said next made her suddenly stunned.
"He avoided it!"
Fu Yanlan raised her eyes and looked over, and saw that the young man in black attire was extremely fast. It was completely different from the resigned appearance just now. Although he had been stabbed several times, he could not stop him. of fighting spirit.
The man's eyes were astonishingly bright, a mixture of excitement, fighting spirit and excitement.
Suddenly, Mo Jing seemed to raise his head and glance here.
At that moment, Fu Yanlan's heart beat violently, and her whole body seemed to be touched by something.
I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.
Soon, her thoughts were pulled back by him because of his words...
"Brother, you are so strong! I want to spar with you more in the future!"
"Brother, wait for me for a moment, I'll get a big knife!... Damn it, you actually attack me secretly! Why do you always stab people in the back!"
"Hiss...it hurts! My left hand is almost cut off by you. It's okay, I only use my right hand!"
Mo Jing's back was pricked with blood holes by the dagger, and his left hand had a wound so deep that the bone was almost cut off. His face was pale, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
His voice is also very energetic.
On the other hand, Song Bailin had almost no injuries at all, but his face turned livid.
Is this man made of ten thousand years of black iron? !
He likes to see others struggling in pain, not the joy that comes from the heart, because it gives him no sense of accomplishment at all.
Onlookers: "..."
Fu Yanlan: "..."
Mo Jing took out some pills to eat, and then said with a smile: "Come again, come again!"
