"Why didn't you pinch your own leg if you wanted to confirm?"
Jiang Feng rubbed his bruised thigh, grinning in pain and complaining resentfully.
"You howl louder."
Mo Yi rubbed his ears and gave him a perfect answer.
"Damn it."
Jiang Feng stared at him speechlessly: "Teaming up with you is really damn unlucky."
"This disciple is not suitable for you to teach. I should do it."
Mo Yi ignored his resentment, patted Little Milk Pudgy's little hand, and went straight to Mu Fan.
"Why?"
Jiang Feng was furious: "I found him first. He should be my disciple."
"You're a Magic Cultivator with divination skills, not the same path as him."
Mo Yi disdainfully glanced him, a flash of mana in his right hand revealed a golden short sword, rushing towards Mu Fan: "Come on, kid, let me see your real strength."
"Please enlighten me, elder."
Mu Fan was fearless, drawing his long sword and meeting the challenge.
In an instant, the two of them were engaged in an intense battle.
