Su Yuntao, the boss behind the scene of Douluo

Chapter 47 Arena Tournament
Zhao Wou-ki twisted his body and broke his bones.

He stared at the bronze bell and said, "Come on!"

"Where is your martial heart?"

Ye Zhiqiu frowned.

Zhao Wou-ki grinned with his white teeth: "You don't need a martial arts soul!"

"I think you're trying to find a foothold for yourself, aren't you?"

Ye Zhiqiu raised the corners of his mouth, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

He felt that Zao Wou-ki was laying the groundwork for his failure.

At that time, Zao Wou-ki would definitely say that it doesn't count if he doesn't open the martial soul.

Zhao Wuji scratched Ye Zhiqiu with his fingers and said, "Come here!"

"I want to die!"

Ye Zhiqiu leaned forward and rushed towards Zhao Wuji quickly, while swinging his right arm vigorously, trying to hit Zhao Wuji's abdomen with the tortoise shell of his right arm.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed fiercely, arrogant guy, my fist will make it impossible for you to even beg for mercy!

Ye Zhiqiu punched and kicked: "Drink!"

There is no feeling of hitting a fist.

Zhao Wou-ki's body looks clumsy, but in fact it is very flexible, only one side escaped Ye Zhiqiu's powerful blow.

Ye Zhiqiu, who bumped into the empty space, was stunned at first, and then panicked.

His fist failed, and his body rushed to the edge of Biwu stage under the action of inertia.

Once he loses to Bi Wutai, he loses!
"Let me help you!"

Zhao Wou-ki turned around and kicked, pushed his waist and thighs onto Ye Zhiqiu's belly, and kicked hard backward along the original path.

boom!
After a loud noise, Ye Zhiqiu held up the parabola and fell to the opposite bank of Biwu Terrace, landing on all fours like a real turtle.

Ye Zhiqiu lay on the ground, his face turned blue, not because he was injured, but because he felt ashamed.

Zao Wou-ki stood on the other side of the competition stage with his arms crossed, looking down at him with playful eyes.

"How did Ye Zhiqiu get beaten?"

"The teacher must be too careless!"

"That big guy moves really fast, is he the soul teacher of Minchang's attack department?"

"The teachers at Canghui Academy are not very good either."

"I originally planned to let my son go to Canghui."

"Canghui is dying, come to our blue moon!"

When Ye Zhiqiu heard the uproar on the stage, his face became greener and greener.

He gritted his teeth and defended himself: "I underestimated you just now, but you are finished here!"

"really?"

Zhao Wou-ki patted his lips.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly jumped up from the ground and launched a sneak attack: "The second soul skill: the black water is frozen!
The change was so sudden that the audience didn't even react.

Ye Zhiqiu thought to himself, he can't escape this time!

The cold air swirled around, the ground was covered with thin hoarfrost, and a column of Xuanshui shot towards Zhao Wuji from Ye Zhiqiu's mouth.

Zhao Wou-ki raised his eyebrows, stepped on his feet, and moved a few meters to the left.

The Xuanshui column crashed into Biwutai, and a large piece of ice appeared in the shooting place, and the water column in the air instantly condensed into nail-shaped icicles, which was very powerful.

It didn't go viral, but it got the audience excited, and in their minds, it was a decent battle of the soul.

"Come on, teacher!"

"Canghui is fine."

"another one!"

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were cloudy.

Let's have another drink.

Treat him like a monkey? !
Another miss, this big man is not easy!
Ye Zhiqiu wanted to be considerate of others, and thought that if he was in Zao Wou-ki's position, he would be unavoidable.

"The black water is freezing!"

Ye Zhiqiu used the same trick again.

Not only did Zhao Wuji dodge easily, but he also had time to stimulate Ye Zhiqiu: "You bastard in a green shell, is that the only thing you can do?"

"Don't hide if you can!"

Ye Zhiqiu felt angry.

He felt that Zao Wou-ki must be the soul teacher of the attack department, otherwise he would never have been able to hide so easily.

Zhao Wou-ki twisted his neck and said, "If that's all you have, I'll do it."

"The third soul skill: Black Water Surging!"

Ye Zhiqiu stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his icy soul filled the sky and covered the sky, freezing every inch of the Wutai.

Ye Zhiqiu teased Zao Wou-ki and said, "See how you hide!"

Xuanshui Agitation is a set of soul control skills that can cover the entire Biwutai, even the soul masters of the sensitive attack department can't hide it.

"It's kind of fun."

Zao Wou-ki raised the corners of his mouth, his legs were bent, and his body bounced high.

The churning of metaphysical water can only freeze a plane, not the target on top.

Seeing Zao Wou-ki jumping and dodging, Ye Zhiqiu shined, because he was waiting for this moment, he suddenly stretched his head forward: "The second soul skill: Black water is frozen!"

The ice-cold Xuanshui column shot at Zao Wou-ki who couldn't move in the air.

Zhao Wuji was surprised: "So you still have some brains."

"Show your soul!"

Ye Zhiqiu shouted, so far, he has actually panicked.

He used four soul skills and consumed nearly one-third of his soul power, but he didn't even know what Zhao Wuji's martial soul was.

Zhao Wou-ki clenched his fists and said, "You don't need a martial arts soul!"

"madness!"

Ye Zhiqiu put his hands behind his back, he felt that he had won.

Even Lingdi, who was over sixty years old, could not block the ice in his mysterious waters without unleashing his martial arts spirit.

The audience is looking forward to watching Zao Wou-Ki, hoping to see him frozen or frozen.

Break the Xuanshui column with a stick.

"Hey!"

Zhao Wuji roared.

The big iron fist wrapped in the muddy yellow soul power sandbag faced the black water jet sprayed by Ye Zhiqiu.

Yellow and blue and white lights flickered violently in the air.

The audience's eyes widened.

boom!
Huang Guangsheng, countless ice edges splashed in all directions.

"what!"

The audience screamed in horror.

At this time, a translucent light curtain appeared, shattering all the edges of the shooting ice under the stage.

The audience calmed down, looked at the Biwu stage, and found that Zao Wou-ki was standing on the ground of Biwu stage safely.

"it's out of the question!"

Ye Zhiqiu was taken aback.

"Wow, the big guy didn't use his martial soul to get Ye Zhiqiu's signboard!"

"The teachers at Canghui Academy are really bad!"

"Come on, big man!"

"Hit this green son of a bitch!"

Ye Zhiqiu's face was ugly, and he was so nervous that he couldn't even listen to the audience's cries.

Obviously he didn't use the soul, but he can smash my second soul skill from the front, at least he is the soul emperor or even the soul emperor.

Thinking of this, tiny beads of sweat oozed from Ye Zhiqiu's forehead.

"who are you?"

he asked in fear.

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists and slapped his chest: "Shrek Academy!"

Zhao Wuji! ".

"Shrek!"

"Zhao Wuji!"

"Shrek!"

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Like Ye Zhiqiu, Zao Wou-ki waved to the stage, which drew bursts of cheers.

Ye Zhiqiu's face was as pale as gray, and he felt that he had kicked an iron plate.

Zhao Wuji raised the corner of his mouth: "I will also give you a chance, as long as you admit that Canghui Academy is not as good as our Shrek Academy, I will spare you."

"This is impossible!
You are Shrek.

".

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head firmly.

If he admitted this during the competition stage, he might be expelled from Canghui Academy after returning.

Zhao Wuji's face darkened: "Shrek, how dare you discredit us!"

Ye Zhiqiu shouted: "The fifth soul skill: Xuanshui."

"Xuan Shui, my ass!"

Zhao Wuji's voice came from behind him.

Ye Zhiqiu was dumbfounded in fright.

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhao Wuji punched hard.

A scream came out from the depths of Ye Zhiqiu's throat.

"what!"

Ye Zhiqiu's waist was severely beaten by Zhao Wuji.

There are tiny cracks in the shell of the green waistcoat, and the body flies high uncontrollably.

"Look, Ye Zhiqiu was beaten away!"

"Green Shell No. [-] is flying into the sky!"

"teacher!"

"This is the level of the foreign affairs director of Canghui Academy!"

Ye Zhiqiu felt that his waist was broken, and howled in pain, Zhao Wou-ki appeared beside him.

"You son of a bitch is down!"

Zhao Wou-ki grinned loudly, and punched Ye Zhiqiu in the stomach.

"Oh!"

Ye Zhiqiu bowed like a shrimp, fell like a shooting star, and made an unknown sound from his mouth, and his expensive golden glasses were instantly blown away.

Before Ye Zhiqiu fell to the ground, Zhao Wuji fell to the ground in a hurry.

He looked up at the fallen Ye Zhiqiu, and smiled excitedly: "The son of a bitch is crazy, the monster is trembling!"

At the moment Ye Zhiqiu fell down, Zhao Wou-ki punched dozens of times upwards at a speed that could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

"Alu."

Ye Zhiqiu's face twisted into various ghosts and beasts, like soft dough.

"Oh my god!"

"Teacher Ye Zhiqiu is going to lose!"

"Stop that person!"

The students of Canghui College surrounded the administrator of Biwutai: "Why don't you stop the competition?"

"Your teacher didn't admit defeat."

The administrator slowly came up with an old-fashioned justification.

The students were furious: "Could it be that the teacher has already lost, so he must be beaten to death?"

"He is still alive, where did he lose?"

The administrator opened his mouth.

In addition, he didn't have a good impression of Canghui Academy, and he deliberately wanted Ye Zhiqiu to suffer more.

In Soto, who doesn't know that the teachers and students of Canghui Academy are bullies?

The students reached out and tried to push the administrator.

The janitor didn't even bat an eye.

Stab!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, cutting down several students who stretched out their hands and fell to the ground on the spot, emitting black smoke.

The janitor stretched out his hand and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his shoulders: "Uneducated child, I work in the mourning hall, and Jarvis' will is here to watch, how stupid it must be to attack me."

The remaining students of Canghui College retreated far away in horror, not daring to approach the administrator again, and confirmed the administrator's judgment of bullying them.

Ye Zhiqiu was beaten into epilepsy: "Gurring."

Zao Wou-ki's thought has not ended yet.

With a heavy step, his body turned 360 degrees, and his rock-solid knee pushed Ye Zhiqiu's back hard.

tick.

Ye Zhiqiu's tortoise shell split in two, and his body flew high again.

He mumbled, "Me."

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu felt severe pain all over his body, as if he had been run over by a carriage.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

He was full of remorse, regretting why he angered Zhao Wou-ki.

He even hated Zhao Wou-ki for beating him so hard.

"Mr. Wang fell eighty times in a row!"

Zhao Wuji grabbed Ye Zhiqiu's wrist, stretched it, and pulled it down suddenly.

Ye Zhiqiu fell face down on the competition platform.

boom!
Several teeth flew out of his mouth.

This is just the beginning.

bang.

In the palm as strong as Zhao Wuji's bear, Ye Zhiqiu is like a big doll toy.

He was hugged by Zhao Wuji and fell to the ground without any resistance.

In the blink of an eye, his head was shattered and his clothes were torn.

Even the ground of Biwu Terrace has become potholed.

(End of this chapter)