The Cultivation Monster of the Stunning President

Chapter 195
"It's stupid!"

These three simple words, to Qin Mu, came out of his mouth.

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

"I'll go, he actually dared to call Pavilion Master Feng stupid, isn't that clearly a suicide attempt?"

"It seems that he has started to break the jar now."

"That's right, even if he kneels down and begs for forgiveness now, I'm afraid it won't help.

Even if Tiansha Pavilion doesn't care about him, first of all, the Lu family will never let him go. "

"So, although this kid is ignorant, he still has a bit of guts!"

"It's not his courage, it's his helplessness! Anyway, he knows he's going to die today, so he can just scold him to his heart's content!"

"Okay! Anyway, it doesn't make sense to say anything now. From the moment "Operation Manor Priest" started, he was already a dead man!"

"..."

In Tianwu City, not many people dare to talk to Feng Zhiying like that.

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

However, if you think about it carefully, they can understand it.

It's going to die anyway.

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

"Young man, I appreciate your courage. However, I regret to tell you that you have managed to piss me off!"

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

"It seems that you are more irritable than I thought!"

Qin Mu said disappointedly.

"Are you provoking me on purpose?" Feng Zhiying frowned slightly, and said in surprise, "Do you know the consequences of provoking me?"

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

Although Qin Mu's voice was very steady.

But everyone could hear the madness in his tone!

That is undeniably crazy.

A madman who ignores everything.

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

With so many of us, this kid can be finished in an instant! "

Suddenly, Chen Beifeng said impatiently.

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't want anything to happen to the fat that was about to reach his mouth.

"Are there many of you?" Qin Mu looked back at him and asked dismissively.

"Haha! This kid can't be scared stupid!
We have more than 500 people here,
One person and one foot can trample him into a pulp! "

"He is still young, so don't scare other children!"

"Yes, yes! Children!"

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

"Then let him disappear, anyway, I also look disgusted!"

"..."

As soon as Qin Mu said this, everyone immediately laughed.

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

"Hehe, do you think there are few of us? Do you want me to call some people?"

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

"Let's call some more. There are only a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Why are you sorry for my painstaking efforts!"

Qin Mu glanced at him, and said meaningfully.

"Young Master Feng, what's the use of talking so much with a dead man, don't move.

Let me see if he is as awesome as the outside rumors say! "

Suddenly, Wen Mao jumped out, stared at Qin Mu frantically, licked his lips, and said with a sinister smile.

Immediately, he turned his head and glanced at Feng Zhiying who was at the side, as if asking for his opinion.

Feng Zhiying nodded, agreeing.

He still believed in Wen Mao's strength.

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

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

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

"Wen Mao, are your hands itchy again?" Chen Beifeng said with a sneer.

He understands Wen Mao.

Although he is not amazing.

But he is definitely a war-loving, ruthless combat madman.

Those who fought against him were either dead or disabled, without exception.

Although his strength is in the mid-six-star stage.

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

Even some martial artists who have just fallen into seven stars, he has the power to fight.

"Hey! I can't go down the mountain during this period of time, but I can't hold back.

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

If anyone of you dares to rob me, I will be in a hurry! "

I saw Wen Mao's bloodthirsty red light shooting at Qin Mu's body, and he was extremely excited.

"Haha, I won't rob you. He belongs to you alone. We are all your audience today!"

"Yeah! Let's just watch a good show!"

"However, don't play him to death so quickly, let us watch it and it's not too late to start!"

"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 finished speaking, everyone couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, they are also quite helpless for this militant.

Who wants him to express his strength like that?

"Shh, don't spoil it! That's not fun!"

Wen Mao glanced at them, then made a quiet gesture to them, and said proudly.

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads and smiled wryly, and said nothing more.

Because, they knew, Wen Mao was going to do something.

This Tiansha Pavilion steel thorn made countless people frightened.

Three inches of hair, Wen Mao.

It's finally time to make a move.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and 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 is the most wonderful existence.

They believe that it will be a visual feast.

"Boy, how do you want to die?"

Amid the compliments from everyone, Wen Mao looked at Qin Mu with contempt, and said.

"I'm not dead, okay?" Qin Mu glanced at him, pretending to be panicked.

"That depends on whether your name is strong enough!" Wen Mao said with a sly smile, very disdainful.

"I used to ask someone to tell my fortune. They said that my life is hard, but I actually believed it. Do you think it's funny?"

Qin Mu pondered for a moment, and said solemnly.

"When you are about to die, you dare to sensationalize the public, but I like to gnaw on tough bones like you!"

Wen Mao could naturally hear the teasing meaning in Qin Mu's words, and saw his cold eyes fixed, and he sneered.

(End of this chapter)