I was forced to burn corpses at the beginning, but I actually became invincible.

Su Mo had no idea about his current strength.

Especially after experiencing the burning of corpses yesterday, he felt that his body was full of explosive power.

He was late for today's competition because he accidentally tore off the sturdy protective clothing in the incineration room.

And when he opened the door, he pulled down the entire iron door with all his might.

At that time, the incineration room was alarmed, and a group of staff wearing protective suits inspected the incineration room and him over and over again.

He was not released until it was confirmed that he was not contaminated and that there were no contaminants left on his body.

As soon as he came out of the incineration center, Su Mo rushed towards the school non-stop.

He is also eager to know what his strength is, whether he can compete with these so-called geniuses, what kind of strength the real martial artist is, and how big the gap between himself and the martial artist is.

And Zhao Zhixin, a quasi-martial artist, is the best litmus test.

Zhao Zhixin heard Su Mo's refusal to surrender, but his face was embarrassed, and he said:

"That's it, since Su Mo doesn't want to surrender, then I'll try to be as light as possible when I start later."

But his heart was ecstatic: "Su Mo, see that Lao Tzu won't beat you to the point that you can't take care of yourself for a while, and let you pretend to be handsome and cool again."

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhixin's eyes flashed with madness, and the corners of his mouth when he laughed made his already gloomy face even more hideous.

Accompanied by an order from the referee.

Zhao Zhixin used force under his feet, and his body rushed towards Su Mo, and at the same time swung his fist, the target was Su Mo's handsome face.

He made up his mind to avoid Su Mo from surrendering, he had to abolish Su Mo's mouth first, and then play a good trick.

Just when Zhao Zhixin was ready to feel the pleasure of hitting his fist, Su Mo easily dodged sideways.

Zhao Zhixin thought that the punch that must be hit was dodged by Su Mo, and he was a little annoyed at the moment, but he just thought that the other party was lucky.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his fist into a palm, and still headed towards Su Mo's face.

This blow was really issued by Zhao Zhixin with the idea of humiliating Su Mo.

Su Mo was not in a hurry, he lowered his head, and Zhao Zhixin's palm quickly swept over the top of his head, fanning the wind so that his hair fluttered at the roots.

Two attacks in a row were dodged by Su Mo.

Zhao Zhixin's face was a little unbearable.

His eyes stared at Su Mo angrily, as if he was about to turn into a raging fire and burn it out.

Zhao Zhixin roared and attacked again, the momentum was huge, and the fist wind was gusting, which caused the students at the scene to exclaim.

However, his fierce attacks were all dodged by Su Mo by a fraction of a second.

"It's kind of interesting. Wang Youyou was a little surprised to see Su Mo take the attack of Zhao Zhixin, a quasi-martial artist, so lightly.

Su Mo smiled and said, "Don't deliberately let me, take out the strength to attack me!"

It's not that Su Mo is mocking Zhao Zhixin, but that Zhao Zhixin's attack is like a slow motion in his eyes.

He thought about it, no matter how Zhao Zhixin said it, he was a person who was about to step into the martial arts, and it was impossible for his speed to be so slow, and his strength could not be like this...... Weak.

But for Zhao Zhixin, he felt a deep insult, or was insulted by a waste with ignorant qualifications.

"Su Mo, I admit that I underestimated you before.

Zhao Zhixin stared at Su Mo, his expression became serious.

He is arrogant, but he is not a fool, it is definitely not a coincidence that Su Mo has dodged his attacks one after another, he doesn't believe that a person who can't cultivate can do this.

Although there was a reason why he didn't use all his strength, Su Mo also hid it lightly.

"Although your strength has improved, I want you to know that the gap between qualifications is not so simple and can be smoothed.

Zhao Zhixin shouted angrily, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the phantom of the high platform behind him gradually appeared.

The students in the audience were shocked by Zhao Zhixin's momentum and exclaimed:

"Hmm~! Senior Zhao is going to exert his strength."

"Just now I thought that Su Mo could hold on a little more, but now that Senior Zhao's mesa phantom has come out, there is no chance at all. "

What a miserable Su ......"

Su Mo's figure instantly appeared beside Zhao Zhixin, and slapped him out.

"Fight, fight, what are you shouting?

Su Mo frowned, and Tao Zhen said impatiently.

The entire audience was instantly silent.

After a long time, a classmate pointed to Zhao Zhixin who was lying on the ground and stammered a little and said,

", this is a second......

"It seems to be, looking motionless, it is really seconds. The

entire stadium exploded in an instant, and everyone let out unbelievable exclamations.

"How is this possible!Zhao Zhixin, a quasi-martial artist, was actually given seconds by Su Mo, a waste who can't cultivate?"

Senior Zhao, who was one by one just now, has become Zhao Zhixin, who came with his mouth open.

"Could it be that Su Mo can cultivate? Isn't he a waste? Could it be that Su Mo has been hiding his strength, but in fact, his qualifications are not ignorant at all?"

"Fuck, I just kept calling him a waste, I won't be heard by him." I'm scared. "

It's so handsome, it's so powerful, it's love, it's love.

The director of teaching, Wang Youyou, was in a daze, and other students and teachers may not be able to see it.

However, as a mountain realm martial artist, he could see the appropriate timing and subtle control of strength when Su Mo attacked just now.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and a gleam flashed under his eyes: "Interesting."

Teacher Liu also looked at Su Mo on the stage with a shocked face, she really couldn't imagine why the person who had been called a waste before suddenly became so powerful.

"Hahahaha, it's so cool, just ask you if you slap your face?" Xu Zhen was the only one in the audience who was so happy, and while Su Mo defeated Zhao Zhixin with a blow just now, it also made him breathe a bad breath.

Now he was giving a kind and arrogant taunt to his surroundings.

And the group of people who mocked and looked down on Su Mo before, their faces were as uncomfortable as eating flies.

............

Qin Qiuyan covered his mouth with a look of disbelief.

"How can this be?"

Yin Ning frowned, his eyes were deep-set, and the Sichuan character pattern on his forehead was engraved with the irritability and spread in his heart.

It was the first time that something outside of his control had happened, and the feeling of being out of control had made him extremely irritable.

He has always been arrogant, if it weren't for Qin Qiuyan, he wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to Su Mo's situation at all.

Originally, he thought that Zhao Zhixin could easily solve this garbage, but he didn't expect Zhao Zhixin's waste to be seconds.

Inning's irritability gradually began to evolve into anger.

"Zhao Zhixin!" Yin Ning let out a shocking roar, suppressing all the voices in the venue.

Zhao Zhixin, who was lying on the ground, heard Yin Ning's roar, got up with difficulty, took out a pill from his arms, and swallowed it without hesitation.

"Ah~~~~" Zhao Zhixin let out a painful roar.

"What did he take? It seemed like an elixir. "

It's a spirit pill that can help a would-be martial artist forcibly step into the martial arts realm, but this elixir is extremely expensive, and the sequelae are quite serious.

"This is too shameless, isn't it? "

That's it, where did Zhao Zhixin get the money to buy medicine, isn't his family's condition quite ordinary?"

"It is estimated that it was given by Yinning."

"By the way, what are the side effects of this elixir?"

"As the name suggests, it is to forcibly elicit aura and spirituality to accelerate the production of internal breath. But at the same time, he will get other places up, but after getting up this time, he will never get up again. "

Wilted?"

"Hmm

!" "Hiss~!" Everyone gasped and couldn't help but clamp their legs.

This Zhao Zhixin is really hard enough, compared to the price of inhumanity, his shamelessness doesn't seem to be so guilty.