1127: C1127 When They Say Fan You They Say Fan You(part I)

C1127 When They Say Fan You They Say Fan You(part I)

"I'm trash?!"0

In the dead silence, Bei Chenxing pointed at himself in astonishment. He couldn't believe that he was called a piece of trash, or that someone was calling him a piece of trash!

This was something that had never happened before. He, Bei Chenxing, had always been a genius and never had anything to do with trash.

However, Bei Chenxing knew that he was definitely the one being talked about. He sneered and said, "Wild dog, you dare to say such words. In my opinion, you have really turned into a mad dog." However, if you weren't a mad dog, you wouldn't dare to come here.

He pointed at Chu Yang, "Rage dog, it is not because you have courage that you dare to come here, but because you have gone mad."

"Ha ha!"

The students of the Star Dou Academy immediately burst into laughter. The people of the East Continent also burst out laughing. The originally tense atmosphere was instantly swept away.

Bei Chenxing was a trash, this was way too funny. If Bei Chenxing was trash, then how many people on the East Continent were not?

They felt that Bei Chenxing's explanation was very clear-cut — it was correct. Only a crazy person would do such a thing!

The wild dog had gone mad. At most, it was just a mad dog. Everyone in the east continent immediately understood what they were afraid of just now — Chu Yang's kind of madness.

If it was a mad dog with amazing strength, it would naturally be extremely terrifying. However, how terrifying could a mere fifth level Spirit Stage Desolate Dog be? Besides, even if Bei Chenxing was defeated, the wild dog would not be able to leave this place alive today.

There was no need to be afraid!

As they looked at the confident Bei Chenxing, they felt that they were actually intimidated by a mere stray dog. In fact, they were even afraid of that wild dog and found themselves to be extremely laughable.

Thus, they no longer had any fear towards Chu Yang anymore and laughed loudly.

Chu Yang's expression did not change. If deterrence failed, then so be it. This was not important, at most they could just kill a few more people until they were afraid.

He looked forward to the frightened expressions of the maggots.

"You are trash on Beichen Star, and all of East Continent is trash. Why would I not dare to come here?"

Chu Yang smiled, "Excuse me, will you be afraid if there were more maggots in the fecal pit?"

"Oh, I forgot!" He suddenly said, "I'm very good at naming names. In the future, you people in East Continent will be known as Eastern Maggots!"

You call me wild dog, I call you east maggot.

Su Yi Leng frowned upon hearing this. The Eastern Maggot was so despicable, if Chu Yang did not die after today's battle, the Eastern Wasteland and the Eastern Continent would fight each other to the death, and the word 'Eastern Maggot' would be announced to the people of the Eastern Wasteland.

However, what could she say? This had started from their East Continent. East Continent had been scolding the people of the Eastern Wasteland for calling them wild dogs for many years, and they had only started fighting back now.

However, she was different. When they heard the words East Maggot, the expressions of the people of the East Continent were all ugly. Immediately, some of them started shouting at Chu Yang.

"Desolate Dog, who do you think you are? People of the Eastern Continent are people that you can criticize and insult."

"A mere wild dog, it is simply too arrogant. Death is just around the corner, and it still dares to be so impudent!"

"This is a mad dog. Why do you have to get angry at him? Just kill him."

"That's right, Xing Zi killed this wild dog!"

"Kill him!"

The voice suddenly stopped, and the entire audience suddenly fell into a dead silence. As they were cursing, Chu Yang had already made his move. His figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was in the crowd. The first person who had cursed at him had his hand around his neck, lifting him up.

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