Chapter 390: Smell the breath of the weak

The middle-aged teacher and Feng Weitian returned to the crowd one after another.
At this moment, everyone was awake from the long shock.
"This closet seems to be Mu Yu."
"No wonder he can be directly accepted as a Jiantang student by Elder Qiu. Before, I was not convinced. He thought he was a relationship household. I didn't expect him to have the strength that we look up to.
At this time, all the students cast their grounds on Mu Yu's admiration and looked at Mu Yu's eyes full of worship.
"A bunch of mindless things, I really thought that he really earned 120 points by strength. If it was not because the difficulty of the secret room has dropped tenfold, he is at best a single-digit product with potential."
"Later, I will go to that secret room and brush 200 points, 300 points to lighten your dog's eyes!"
Feng Weitian looked at the group of students who were full of admiration for Mu Yu and sneered in his heart.
At this time, the middle-aged teacher once again announced: "The second batch of potential test students include Han Shushu, permission, Feng Weitian ..."
Under the control of a middle-aged teacher, Feng Weitian was successfully assigned to Mu Yu's back room.
"When I come out, my light will illuminate the entire Northwest Spirit House and become an existence that all of you will look up to, ha ha ha ha ..."
Feng Weitian was standing outside the door of the secret room, and the excitement in his heart was completely difficult to restrain.
"Creak!"
Feng Weitian pushed hard, and the door of the secret room was opened.
It was dark inside and nothing could be seen.
Feng Weitian was not afraid, straightened her chest and walked in.
"Oh!"
The secret door closed automatically, and the lights suddenly turned on.
auzw.com Then, with a loud bang, ten projections suddenly appeared all around, enclosing Feng Weitian with a trend of encirclement.
what!
Ten projections?
The original face was full of proud Feng Weitian. After seeing ten projections, the pupil suddenly shrank into a needle, and the back could not help but sweat.
However, he immediately remembered that the difficulty in this secret room had been reduced by a full ten times, and the tension in his heart was immediately gone, and his face was suddenly full of contempt.
These ten projections are certainly unbeatable. They are like ants in front of him, and they can be completely stamped out with just one finger.
Thinking of this, Feng Weitian stood up against his hands, and was even too lazy to take the lead.
He stretched out a finger, pointing at the ten projections in front of his eyes, disdaining: "I smell a weak breath from you."
Then he twitched his fingers slightly, and put on a provocative gesture, saying, "Let's all go together, I will let you see what is the power of the strong."
Rumble ...
The projectors seemed to understand Feng Weitian's words.
As soon as his words fell, ten horrific forces suddenly emanated from the ten projections, with an unstoppable momentum, like Lei Hongtian, hit Feng Weitian, who was unguarded.
"Oh, I didn't expect that you, as a projection, knew how to bluff!"
"But what's the use of it? It's just some move, just watch my one finger all these ten attacks."
Until this moment, Feng Weitian was still arrogant and unable to wake up.
He raised a finger and moved forward at will.
When his fingers approached these ten attacks within three inches, Feng Weitian suddenly felt that these ten attacks contained extremely palpitating power.
This power was enough to shatter his body.
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