Yue Mokang said these three words calmly, then turned and left.
"What?" Everyone outside the venue was stunned, as if they suspected that they heard wrongly.
But how could so many people hear it wrong at the same time? They all shouted: "Admit defeat? Why? Beat him!"
"You bitch!" Jian Yuemo ignored him and left the venue. Some people outside the venue began to become unable to sit still and attacked him verbally.
The elder who was supervising the battle frowned again and shouted: "Quiet!"
There was silence for a moment outside the stadium.
"Tell me the reason why you gave up." The elder said towards Yue Mokang's background, his tone was a bit tough.
The latter stopped outside the court, did not look back, and said calmly: "I am not his opponent."
After saying that, he stopped staying and disappeared into the crowd.
The elder was also very impatient and had no choice but to raise his voice and say: Yue Mochen will win this battle.
Yue Mochen had a wry smile on his face and thought to himself: You are really lucky, those people were right.
The people outside the venue started making noise again, expressing their dissatisfaction, but due to the presence of the elders, they did not dare to speak too bluntly.
However, the ignorant are fearless, and there are always some people in this world who are not afraid of death.
"I won another game like this. I don't know if Yue Mokang was bribed. I thought he was a talented person, but he turns out to be a fucking loser."
"Yes. The most disgusting thing is that Yue Yaolan came back with such a waste and blinded her."
All kinds of vicious words were lowered, and Yue Mochen ignored them and smiled bitterly. But when he heard someone insulting Yue Yaolan, he couldn't help but stop.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Yue Mochen turned around with a sneer: "Are you not satisfied with the result of the battle?"
Looking at Yue Mochen's cold smile, everyone felt inexplicably cold in their hearts. No one dared to answer the question, which made Yue Mochen even more angry. He no longer cared about his image and started to curse.
"Damn it, you bunch of bastards, who the hell did you forget to pull down your belt to expose you? How dare you say something rude? I am standing here on behalf of Lian Yue Palace today, and I will punish anyone who refuses to accept it.
I’m coming up!”
Everyone was frightened by his sudden change of momentum. You looked at me, I looked at you, but they didn't dare to say another word.
"What? Are you already withered now? When you fight with real swords and guns, you shrink back? I call you a bird and yet I praise you, you are nothing more than a bird feather!"
Yue Mochen was deeply influenced by the experience of the separated soul Yue Mochen. There are endless ways to curse people on the earth, so Yue Mochen's skill of cursing can be said to be superior to everyone else.
"Bird feathers, come together, do you dare? I'm waiting here. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I, Yue Mochen, will be the bird feather among the bird feathers!"
The disciples in Qianyue Palace are considered to be unique geniuses in this world. How have they ever been insulted like this? Especially the person who just made fun of Yue Mochen. Unexpectedly, he would return it so quickly, and his face was burning.
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They couldn't bear it anymore and raised their swords one after another. Dozens of disciples rushed into the wall and rushed towards Yue Mochen.
The elder did not say a word. Instead, he watched the scene in front of him with great interest. In his heart, he also wanted to see how much Yue Mochen weighed when he suddenly became arrogant.
Seeing dozens of people rushing towards him, Yue Mochen advanced instead of retreating, and drew out his single-edged sword with a sneer.
"Breaking wind! Blow away your bird feathers, hahahaha..."
Yue Mochen showed his madness and swung out his sword. The black spiritual energy left the sword and turned into a dazzling spiritual energy slash, which hit several people in front of him.
Several screams rang out, and the disciples who gathered around had varying levels of cultivation. Many of them were in the Qi Shi realm and were immediately blown away.
Yue Mochen kept laughing wildly, and the black aura was like fire, wrapping around his not-so-strong body.
"Thunderbolt Movement Technique!"
Like a startling rainbow, Yue Mochen's figure flew into the midst of his opponents, swinging the single-edged sword back and forth in his hand. The black samsara aura of wolf smoke was particularly dazzling in the seven-color aura, like a king who was alone.
It was more of a venting than a battle. Every time Yue Mochen attacked, he did not hold back and blasted out with all his strength.
Within a moment, all the disciples below the fighter realm fell down, and even getting up was a problem.
More and more people outside the venue were in an uproar. Because what happened here was too sensational, the competitions in other examination rooms were suspended, and everyone gathered around here.
Of course, there are also disciples from Zhuyue Palace joining the battle circle.
Yue Moran and other people who were close friends with Yue Mochen also came, but before they entered the venue, they were stopped by the eyes of the elders nearby.
"Isn't that the trash of Lian Yue Palace? When did it become so powerful?" said a disciple who was watching.
"My darling... one person picks dozens of people, that one, that one lying on the ground, he is always so awesome, he always bullies the disciples in our temple, but now he is lying there like a dead dog, it is really refreshing.
." These words came from the mouth of a Qingyue Palace disciple.
"Wow, the black aura is so handsome, and Senior Brother Yue Mochen is so handsome. It would be great if I could marry her." Disciple Huazhai said.
"Just you? Save it, look at how many beauties there are in Lian Yue Palace, and look at your appearance? Wow, when did there ever be such an ugly disciple in the palace!"
"I'm ugly, but I'm very gentle. Senior brother, do you want to learn from me?" The nymphomaniac held the hilt of his sword and threatened.
"Look, that sword is so handsome!" Another nymphomaniac appeared.
"Well, Yue Mochen's weapons are very handsome."
"Get lost! I'm talking about the sword that Yue Mochen just made, not his sword!"
"Uh...Watch a play and watch a play..."
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Yue Moran listened to the comments around her, and felt an inexplicable sense of pride in her heart, "Little Junior Brother, you really surprised me."
Yue Mochen had already entered a selfless state, and of course he didn't hear the comments outside the venue.
But his opponents heard it, because he had too many opponents, and most of them were still on the sidelines.
Hearing the words of the disciples who were watching, they all felt ashamed.
But there was nothing to be done. More and more companions fell on the field, but Yue Mochen became more and more courageous as he fought, which was frightening.
A Zhuyue Palace disciple who was watching the crowd yelled: "Damn it, I don't believe this loser can pick so many of us to kill me!"
But after he finished speaking, he disappeared from the crowd and did not rush up.
I have to say that there are still a lot of fools in this day and age.
After that disciple gave a stern drink, several more warrior-level disciples immediately came up to him.
"Well done!"
With a cruel smile on her face, Yue Mochen jumped up and jumped more than ten feet into the air.
"Thousands of thunders!"
The spiritual energy of reincarnation brings out sword shadows, like falling meteors, falling to the ground with the force of thunder!
A pretty girl in the crowd stared at the scene in front of her, feeling extremely shocked: How could he be so powerful?