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Chapter 123 Depressed Xiu Wuming(2/3)

Amazing strong winds whipped up instantly!

Kick, kick, kick!

This time, Xiu Wuming suddenly took three steps backward!

His throat felt sweet and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood!

As a result, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it again!

At this moment, Xiu Wuming's handsome face almost turned into the color of pig liver.

Looking at Chu Tian, ​​there was nothing unusual about his face except for a hint of paleness.

With just three moves, the two sides decided!

Zhang Chengshuang stared at Chu Tian with his mouth open, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

In his impression, Xiu Wuming always used a strong attitude to crush everything!

How could he lose to a freshman in just three moves!

"Impossible! Senior Brother Xiu must have not used all his strength just now!"

After a breath, he shook his head repeatedly and shouted loudly.

"That's right! Senior Brother Xiu must have had reservations and didn't use his full strength!"

"Brother Xiu, don't hold back anymore, use all your strength to defeat this kid!"

Several other Class C disciples also shouted.

Hearing the shouts of several people around him, Xiu Wuming's heart skipped a beat!

The two of them just had a simple fist and finger competition, and no martial arts was involved.

So, to a certain extent, he did not use his full strength!

"Boy, welcome the arrival of death!"

Xiu Wuming shouted ferociously.

His two palms were raised quickly, his eyes were shining brightly, and his face showed endless murderous intent, as if he was planning some big move!

However, at this moment!

A pitch-black iron finger instantly penetrated the void and hit him hard on the chest!

puff!

In the blink of an eye, Xiu Wuming's eyes bulged and blood spurted out.

The whole person immediately flew back like a kite with its string broken.

Immediately, with a bang, his body suddenly smashed the door of the attic at the back to pieces, and he fell directly in!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chengshuang and others' eyes almost exploded, their mouths opened wide, and they were speechless for a long time!

Chu Tian's feet left the ground, his clothes were fluttering, and he looked towards the opposite side with cold eyes.

After Zhang Chengshuang came into contact with Chu Tian's cold eyes, he couldn't help lowering his head, not daring to look into the eyes.

"Ah ah ah, boy, I will kill you!"

After a breath, Xiu Wuming got up in embarrassment, rushed out of the attic, and roared angrily.

At this moment, the killing intent in his eyes was almost boiling!

He never thought that he would be easily defeated by a new student in a row!

And in front of the disciples of Class C!

This is simply a slap in the face!

"Are you sure you want to fight again?"

Chu Tian's voice was calm.

Although this Xiu Wuming's strength is good, it is only good.

It’s not enough to defeat yourself!

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, an old man shouted from afar.

Immediately, a gray figure flashed several times and came closer.

It’s actually Huang Wantong, the vice president of Tianji College!

Beside him was a deacon disciple in black.

"I've met the Vice-President!"

Everyone hurriedly saluted.

Huang Wantong's face was gloomy. He glanced at several people and immediately knew what had happened.

"Hmph! Why don't you all go back and practice when you're all so full that you have nothing to do?"

Huang Wantong opened his mouth and scolded.

"Boy, don't be complacent. Let's fight to the death in the annual competition!"

Xiu Wuming stared at Chu Tian fiercely and shouted angrily.

"Haha, I'm looking forward to it!"

Chu Tian smiled disdainfully.

"etc!"

The next moment, Xiu Wuming was about to leave when he suddenly heard a sharp shout coming from Chu Tian's mouth.

"Boy, what else do you want?"

Xiu Wuming turned his head and asked through gritted teeth.

"Sir Vice President, Xiu Wuming just broke down the door of my attic, please seek justice for me and let him compensate!"

Chu Tian said with a serious face.

Hearing Chutian's words, Xiu Wuming's expression changed and he almost fell down on the spot.

His grandma’s!

This Chutian is already so strong, but he still cares about breaking the gate!

It’s like plucking the hair of a goose!

After hearing Chutian's complaint, Huang Wantong turned to look at Xiu Wuming.

Xiu Wuming snorted coldly and threw a middle-grade spiritual stone towards Chu Tian.

After Chu Tian raised his hand to take it, he glanced at it and threw it back.

"Boy, what do you mean?"

Xiu Wuming asked sharply.

"Xiu Wuming, you are sending the beggar to pay at least one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones. If the number is less than this, don't leave today!"

Chu Tian said loudly.

"What! One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones!"

When Xiu Wuming heard this number, he almost vomited blood.

It's just a broken door. Even if it's made of gold, it's not worth a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones!

This boy Chu Tian clearly took advantage of the opportunity to speak loudly!

"Humph! This attic door itself is not worth so many spiritual stones, but I have lived here for a long time and have been in and out frequently. I have developed a deep affection for this door!"

"You broke down my door and unintentionally caused huge mental trauma to me. It's very polite to charge you a mere one hundred yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones for mental damage. Don't be ungrateful and shameless!

"

Chu Tian's voice was as cold as frost, and there was a trace of deep regret on his face.

Mental damages?

Everyone present was dumbfounded, staring at Chu Tian closely.

Wow!

Just as Chu Tian finished speaking, Xiu Wuming spat out a large mouthful of blood, instantly turning his chest red.

"Boy, you...you..."

Xiu Wuming pointed at Chu Tian, ​​stammering, completely speechless.

At this moment, he was so angry that his breathing was short and his face was ashen, but he couldn't find any reason to defend his opponent.

"This junior brother, one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones are just one hundred pieces. To you, it is nothing at all, but it can make up for the huge mental trauma of junior brother Chu. It can also be regarded as atonement for one's sins and a meritorious deed!"
To be continued...
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