chapter 6 Nefes Cyrus's contempt

Although Mitsuo Cyrus didn't look back, Simeon Cyrus still clearly felt a cool air rising from the soles of his feet and going straight to the Tianling Cap.

But a palm has been thrust out, and in front of so many people, there is absolutely no reason to take it back. So Simeon Cyrus could only bite the bullet and put his palm on Mitsuo Cyrus shoulder.

"What am I afraid of him for? This is the Martial Arts Pavilion. No matter how brave he is, he doesn't dare to attack me!"

A thought passed through Simeon Cyrus mind, and he soon became bolder.

"It seems you won't shed tears without seeing the coffin!"

Mitsuo Cyrus sneered, turned around and struck Simeon Cyrus with an elbow, right in front of him.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Simeon Cyrus screamed and flew backwards several meters away.

He covered his face with his hands, howled loudly, and burst into tears. The bridge of the nose has completely collapsed and blood is flowing!

Simeon Cyrus, who was at the first level of the Qi training realm, was not even qualified to fight in front of Mitsuo Cyrus.

"You...you dare to do something in the martial arts pavilion!"

Kafele Cyrus was shaking violently, stunned by the sudden change.

Only then did he remember how terrifying Mitsuo Cyrus's physical strength was!

"Do you want to try it too, trash!"

Mitsuo Cyrus stared at Kafele Cyrus coldly, a strong murderous intent gathering deep in his eyes.

Kafele Cyrus legs shook and his face was as pale as paper.

Mitsuo Cyrus shook his head disdainfully, turned around and walked towards the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

All the children of the Cyrus Family looked at this scene with great shock. Although they had known Mitsuo Cyrus's domineering and unruly character for a long time, they were still a little shocked when they saw him again today.

Mitsuo Cyrus, he has just awakened a yellow-level first-grade useless martial spirit. Why...why is he still so confident?

Is his heart a stubborn stone?

If ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, they will probably be decadent for the rest of their lives!

Does he really think that he is still the superior young genius?

All the children the Cyrus Family were filled with deep confusion in their hearts.

Disobeying the rules in the martial arts pavilion and hurting others.

Although he obviously lacks strength, he still has to force his way into the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

What others dare not think or do, Mitsuo Cyrus dares to do. Why, why should he?

…

Mitsuo Cyrus stepped onto the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion. The size of the space here was almost the same as that on the first floor, but there were so few bookshelves on display that the whole room seemed empty.

In front of the bookshelf not far away, a girl was reading about martial arts. Next to her, stood a young man.

Although the girl is young, she has a proud figure.

Her skin is as fair as jade, her ponytail is tied high, her face is childish, her temperament is charming, and she is exquisite.

The young man looked handsome, with a faint smile on his lips, and was waiting patiently.

"Um?"

The girl glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Mitsuo Cyrus walking up.

Mitsuo Cyrus and the girl looked at each other, their expressions calm and unfazed.

The girl has a pretty face, but the most eye-catching thing is not her face, but her touching peach blossom eyes.

"Mitsuo Cyrus?"

A flash of surprise flashed in the girl's beautiful eyes, but she quickly regained her cold temperament: "You are here to find me, right? I originally wanted to explain it to you personally, but it's not too late now..."

Mitsuo Cyrus looked at Nefes Cyrus, his cousin who was only one year younger than him, with interest.

He really wanted to know what Nefes Cyrus was going to tell him.

In the past, when Nefes Cyrus faced him, his attitude was as fiery as fire, and he was always around him, shouting "Brother Mitsuo" one after another, and his charming peach blossom eyes wanted to drip with water.

But since the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony, Nefes Cyrus seemed to be a different person, with a cold attitude and never interacted with him again.

How could Mitsuo Cyrus, who had lived in two lifetimes, not understand?

To put it bluntly, Nefes Cyrus is a typical money-worshiping girl and green tea bitch!

"In the past, I did pester you and often practice with you. But our relationship was just a playmate when we were young. There was no love at all. You should stop having such wishful thinking. Besides, your martial arts Soul, only a yellow-level one, you should know what this means. To put it bluntly, you Mitsuo Cyrus, you have no future at all! Our future will be two completely different lives, so please, don’t Come and pester me again.”

Nefes Cyrus face was slightly cold, and when he spoke, he looked aloof, like a proud white swan.

She thought that Mitsuo Cyrus came to the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion specifically to find her.

Nefes Cyrus Mitsuo Cyrus actually knew what Chu Yu was going to say, and it was nothing more than saying that he was not worthy of her.

But when Nefes Cyrus finished speaking, Mitsuo Cyrus couldn't help laughing.

It is really……

This face is really too thick!

When he was hailed as a genius, Nefes Cyrus was like a little follower, pestering him every day.

In other words, I have a relatively light view of life in my two lives.

Otherwise, as long as I had a little thought and a hint, Nefes Cyrus would definitely be flattered and take off her clothes and let you pick her.

Mitsuo Cyrus was too lazy to point out these things because he had no interest in Nefes Cyrus and only found them boring.

Unexpectedly, Nefes Cyrus turned her back and described her as a white lotus that emerged from the mud but remained unstained, while he became a madman with ulterior motives.

"Trash, why are you laughing?"

Nefes Cyrus's face turned red with anger. She was already feeling guilty, but when she saw Mitsuo Cyrus laughing, she felt even more ashamed and angry.

The young man couldn't help but frown and said in a cold voice: "Mitsuo Cyrus, if you know your identity, you should stop hanging around in front of Nefes in the future. Nefes doesn't like it and thinks you are an eyesore!"

"Okay, no problem, of course no problem!"

Mitsuo Cyrus laughed, completely treating the two of them as nothing. He walked to a bookshelf, reached out and picked up a middle-grade martial arts book and flipped through it carefully.

The young man's name is Bahari Cyrus, he is nineteen years old this year.

He had awakened the sixth-grade Huang level martial spirit three years ago and was considered a genius.

It's a pity that I didn't catch the good time.

That year, no sect came to Hong'an City to recruit students. Because he was afraid of delaying his cultivation, Bahari Cyrus gave up waiting and chose to join the Land of the Red Dragon.

But facts have proven that there is indeed a big gap between Wu Mansion and Zongmen.

Now three years have passed, and Bahari Cyrus is at the sixth level of Qi Training Realm. This speed is not slow, but he is not satisfied.

Looking at his appearance, he was obviously pursuing Nefes Cyrus, and Nefes Cyrus seemed to have a crush on Bahari Cyrus. The two were inseparable even when choosing martial arts.

"Mitsuo Cyrus, you're out of your mind! You're a rubbish first-grade Huang-level martial spirit. You said you could just enter the martial arts pavilion, but you actually dared to come up to the second floor to read about martial arts. Who gave you the courage?"

Nefes Cyrus frowned and scolded.

She was very aware of the strictness of the family rules, so she couldn't help but feel gloating when she saw Mitsuo Cyrus being so bold.

"My father is the head of the family, and I am the young master the Cyrus Family. Shouldn't I come to this martial arts pavilion whenever I want?"

Mitsuo Cyrus kept his eyes on the book, chuckled and teased.

"Trash, what's your attitude? Do you really think that your identity as the young master of the Cyrus Family can accompany you for the rest of your life?"

Bahari Cyrus sneered. He knew that Martial Arts Pavilion could not take action, but he still wanted to show off in front of Nefes Cyrus.

Mitsuo Cyrus rummaged lazily for martial arts, without even the slightest desire to reply.

Intermediate martial arts, Dielangquan.

Intermediate martial arts, Crazy Tiger Sword Technique.

Middle-grade martial arts, shadowless sword technique.

…

His eyes quickly scanned through the mid-level martial arts one after another, but he never found one that satisfied him.

"Bahari, let's not worry about him, let's get the hand that turns the clouds first!"

Nefes Cyrus sneered, her beautiful eyes fixed on a parchment on the shelf in front of her.