The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

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He raised his feet and stepped forward, sprinting and punching his fist, and a faint sound of Qi exploded in the air.

"Hey, the punch was so powerful that it made a loud sound." Gong Qi's pupils shrank, and he said with a smile: "Master seems to be quite good at picking up this fate."

Liu Xie turned to look at Hong Ya: "Show me Feng Mu's registration information."

Hongya hesitated and said, "Ah, there's nothing to register, so I just registered my name and contact information."

Zhao Zhixin smiled and said: "Hongya must have been too lazy to register the root bone test information again."

Hong Ya said harshly: "What's the use of registering? It doesn't matter whether you register outside or not. If you can go inside, you don't need to register. Master never cares about this."

Zhao Zhixin smiled and admitted that what Hong Ya said was reasonable, but added: "There is a high probability that his bones will be broken, otherwise he would not come to our Dou Qiong Martial Arts School."

Wang Yu still only listened but did not speak, and finally nodded.

But Liu Xie glared and said coldly: "Lao San, if you want the master to listen to what you said, I will slap you in the face."

"Our Dou Qiong Martial Arts School is not a place for collecting junk. Master, although everything is a matter of fate, each of us was brought back by Master. He said it was fate, but ask yourself, there really is trash among us. ?”

Zhao Zhixin's expression changed, and he nodded: "What the senior sister said is that the master talks about destiny, but he has a sharp eye and retrieves the hundred-refined gold. Otherwise, how could the seven of us be together?"

Wang Yu, the sixth brother who had been silent all this time, had to speak out to correct the mistakes of the third senior brother. He cherished the words like gold and said: "Eight!"

Everyone was startled when they heard this, and then followed Wang Yu's gaze and stared at the stage.

In just a moment's time of speaking, the stage was already covered with blood.

On the stage, Yuan Xidi, the fourth child, retreated frequently and fought with his arms. Blood splattered on the back of his already cracked hand, dyeing the dull face in front of him scarlet.

Within the square inch of the arena, Feng Mu was using basic leg techniques, lunging, stepping, and side steps. His footwork was simple and practical, and he followed Yuan Xidi's retreating footsteps.

Feng Mu's shoulders sank slightly, and he connected his left fist to his right fist, and his right fist to his left fist, straight punch, palm collapse, and cannon hammer, one after another, all of which were the simplest basic boxing styles.

It seems simple, but it is better than simplicity. It gave Feng Mu a sense of continuous play, like a huge net covering the sky, making the latter parry left and right, blocking again and again, but he always found a way. There is no room for escape.

Bang!

There was another muffled sound.

Yuan Xidi crossed his arms to block Feng Mu's straight punch.

Feng Mu did not reserve any strength. Although he only used basic boxing techniques, he did not retain the strength of 5.7 at all. He hit Yuan Xidi's arms directly, causing the latter's arms to tremble slightly.

Originally, Feng Mu wanted to use his strength to hide it, but then he thought, since the Dou Qiong Martial Arts Hall directly noticed him, he could climb along the pole and come up to give them a proper shock.

Born with divine power, this talent is just right.

As for whether this will arouse suspicion, not to mention that Feng Mu has no previous entanglements with [Dou Qiong Martial Arts School], even if the other party has doubts, where can he associate it?

What's more, in this room full of murderers, all of them have dirty butts. Only if he shows some "unkind" background will it be easier for them to be accepted into the group.

"Although the fourth child said that we should defend first and not attack, we were able to block the fourth child in a corner and not be able to escape. The beating was so bloody that it was good, good." Zhao Zhixin grinned. He liked to see the fourth child. A deflated look.

"It's just a set of basic kicks and basic boxing skills, but it's the first time I've seen a person who has such a solid foundation when using them." Gong Qi clicked his tongue in surprise, "Can't this person only know basic boxing skills? "

Liu Xie's eyes brightened: "Lao Si was tough and kept his strength. He only used the same strength as the opponent. But even so, he couldn't avoid the gap. It was because of the rhythm. The rhythm of the opponent's punches kept changing, like a net. Although there are gaps in the Internet, the gaps keep changing positions, making it difficult for you to escape.”

Hongya opened her mouth. She was following her master's instructions to test the quality of her junior brother, but she never expected that the junior brother would be so fierce and able to beat her fourth brother.

Never mind whether the fourth brother was holding back his strength, never mind whether the fourth brother only defended but did not attack, which was tantamount to being trapped in a cocoon and unable to exert even 30% of his strength. You just asked, was the fourth brother being suppressed and beaten by Feng Mu?

Hong Ya swallowed. She originally thought that several junior brothers could bully her, but now she took a look and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

Let’s just say, will there be another big mountain on my body in the future~

Hong Ya carefully stared at the stage for another two seconds, confirming that the fourth brother was indeed pressed down and beaten violently by the "junior brother", and said doubtfully: "That's not right, the fourth brother works on iron man stakes every day, and his skin and bones are harder than iron. Feng Mu is attacking like this, why hasn’t his hand been broken yet?”

Everyone naturally saw this, and they were also puzzled by this.

The seven of them were all taught different martial arts by their master Li Guishe, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. Apart from the senior brother, who has many talents and is invincible, the fourth one, Yuan Xidi, has the thickest skin and the hardest bones. .

It was uncomfortable to fight with him, whether he won or not, so on weekdays, the fourth child would compete with the iron man pile alone.

Everyone looked at each other and murmured in their hearts. Sure enough, everything the master said was a lie, and whoever believed it was a fool.

While several people were talking, the level of blood on the stage went up to a new level.

Feng Mu's face, neck, chest and clothes were all splattered with blood. He seemed to be showing a ferocious spirit, with a ferocious look on his brows.

Every time he punched Yuan Xidi, Feng Mu could feel the evil iron in his stomach being digested. The gloomy breath was digested by his stomach and seeped into his bones and into his marrow.

It was very cold, not the physical coldness of pig iron, but a kind of coldness that seemed to penetrate into the soul.

There were hideous bloodshot in his eyeballs, so Yuan Xidi on the opposite side did not see that there seemed to be a strange black line in Feng Mu's pupils, quietly drilling into the dark pupils.

"Come on, don't stop, don't stop, hahahaha——"

Yuan Xidi laughed wildly, as if he was not the one being beaten, but the one beating others.

"That's it, the collision between fists and flesh is much more comfortable than hitting the iron man pile, faster and faster, I have adapted to the rhythm of your punches."

Bang bang bang——

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, but he felt like he was hitting the iron man pile. His fists were already torn apart, with deep cuts that could see the bones.

This was because he had been using the [Blood Strip Weird Eye] and his body was digitized, otherwise, his hands would probably have been fractured.

However, to be honest, he felt that hitting the moving "iron man pile" was quite cool.

Although it was painful to have skin and flesh torn apart, every attack could bring positive feedback to the evil iron, and the harder the hit, the faster the evil iron was digested, which made it easy for people to become addicted to it.

"If I could cripple or kill him..."

There were faint black lines in Feng Mu's pupils, and the murderous intent in his heart was suddenly magnified dozens of times, as if invisible resentful souls were floating in his eyes, whispering in his ears:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him ah ah ah——"

5 chapters and 12,000 words have been published.

Ahem, it's not too much to ask for monthly tickets.

The old tree is exhausted~