The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 41 Refreshing
Wen Twelve's seemingly benign smile was like a devil in the eyes of Zao Wou-ki and Ferrander.

"It's over!"

An idea that appeared in the hearts of both of them, the fact that Wen Twelve could appear here meant that His Majesty Haotian did not stop him.

Even His Majesty Haotian didn't stop this person, so what about the two of them?Thinking of this, the two felt bitter in their hearts. Even so, they still had to fight. They looked at each other with a trace of determination flashing in their eyes.

With two roars, Wuhun blessed his body. Looking at the two of them, Wen Twelve nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, this is what a soul saint should look like."

Ferlande looked at Wen Twelve with complicated eyes, his body tensed.

"Your Majesty, if we have offended you, I hope that Your Majesty will not remember the villain's mistakes and let us go."

"Let you go?"

Wen Twelve stroked his chin and looked at the two with a teasing smile.

"If you don't let go, what can you do?"

Zhao Wuji's two fists collided fiercely, quite a tragic feeling.

"Although our strength is vastly different from Mianxia's, if we want to die, we can only say that it is difficult to obey, and we can only take it personally."

The aura of a complete individual suddenly came out, and Zhao Wuji and Ferlande directly activated their martial soul avatars.

Looking at Wen Twelve in front of him, the soul rings on his body lit up one by one.

Seeing the two of them, the smile on Wen's face grew stronger.

"Yes, that's how you resist, the more you resist, I..."

Before Wen Twelve finished speaking, he found that the two men who had been aggressive turned around and ran away.

A gust of wind blew by, and Wen Twelve was a little confused, looking at Zao Wuji and Ferrander who had appeared a hundred meters away.

? ? ? ?
Just now, the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and where is the momentum of the strong man gone and never returning?Pants are off, you just show me this?Co-authoring and brewing such a big momentum, just to escape?

If Zhao Wuji and Ferrand knew Wen Twelve's thoughts, they wouldn't complain.

Do you think we are fools when we step on horses?Fighting, you have to think that there is a glimmer of hope. A guy who has dealt with another Titled Douluo in such a short period of time, let alone the youngest Titled Douluo who is well-known on the mainland, is he going to fight with his head?Of course it is as fast as flash.

Looking at the two people who were running away, Wen Twelve sighed, and swung the folding fan in his hand downwards, dozens of steel needles struck towards the two people in the distance.

In a flash, Zao Wou-ki and Ferrander, who were running away, only felt the chrysanthemum cool down.

"what!"

An outrageous sound came from the entire forest, and Wen Twelve walked over slowly.

Zhao Wuji and Ferrand, who were lying on the ground, saw Wen Twelve's arrival, covered their anus, and backed away crazily, their eyes filled with despair.

"You... what are you going to do?"

Wen Twelve moved his body and slowly approached.

"Take a guess?"

"Boom, boom, ah—"

The sound of flesh colliding with flesh, the surging sound of vigor, muffled groans, screams, one after another resounded in the woods.

After dozens of breaths, Wen Twelve was still shaking the folding fan, as if nothing had happened, and the white clothes on his body didn't even show a single wrinkle.

But the poor Zao Wou-ki and Ferrander were lying on the ground at this time, his head was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes turned black, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, lying on the ground Panting heavily.

Looking at the appearance of the two, Wen Twelve felt much more relaxed. It had been a long time since he hit someone so pleasantly. The last time he seemed to hit Thornton, he casually glanced at the two people below.

"Let you guys have a taste of the feeling of relying on your strength and beating someone. Well, you take good care of my brother, and I'm leaving."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the distance, leaving behind two people with swollen pig heads.

Looking at Wen Twelve who had gone away, Zao Wou-ki and Ferlande finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing what Wen Twelve left behind, Zao Wou-ki finally remembered something.

"No wonder, no wonder! So that's how it is."

Listening to Zhao Wou-ki's words, Ferlande touched his handsome face with some distress.

"No wonder, today is really bad luck."

Zhao Wuji, who was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, quickly helped Felander up.

"It was what that guy said just now that woke me up."

"What woke you up?"

Listening to Zhao Wou-ki's inexplicable words, Ferlande asked casually.

Zhao Wou-ki said what happened today.

"what?"

Ferlande's eyes widened immediately, and then he slapped Zhao Wuji's head.

"Boss, why are you hitting me?"

Zhao Wuji was also a little angry. Although Felander was the dean of the school, he was also the deputy dean.

"If you hadn't bullied his younger brother, would he have come to him? I was also beaten up."

Hearing Ferrander's exasperated voice, Zhao Wou-ki lost his anger in an instant. Seeing that Ferrander was still about to make a move, he quickly laughed along with him.

"I don't know, don't you? Boss calm down, I helped you recruit a lot of good students today."

Seeing Zao Wou-ki apologizing to himself with a pig's face, Ferrander was angry and wanted to laugh.

Ignoring Zhao Wou-ki, he snorted coldly, the martial spirit instantly possessed him, and flew towards Shrek Academy.

At night, in the dormitory where Ferrander lived, he looked in the mirror at his pig-headed face that was no less than that of Zao Wou-ki.

Ferrander became embarrassed, he had to go to the opening ceremony tomorrow, so what should he do.

On the other side, a refreshed Wen Twelve returned to Kesuotuo City.

The city of Soto at night is quite lively, which made Wen Twelve experience the night market in another world.

The night in the other world is also more lively than the daytime. On both sides of the street, all the shops are brightly lit, and some small vendors who only come out at night have also found their favorite places to sell some snacks or small items. thing.

The refreshed Wen Twelve couldn't help but whet his appetite. Bags of exotic snacks were held in his hands, and he continued to walk forward. Wen Twelve saw a magnificent building.

The building has a height of nearly [-] meters, it is huge, and it looks extremely deep in the night.From the huge building, there is a faint light flickering.

Wen Twelve nodded with satisfaction. This should be the Soul Fighting Arena. After eating, he should go to watch a movie. I don't know what time it opens or if it has already finished.

Thinking of this, Wen Twelve couldn't help but speed up a lot.

Walking into the hall of the fighting spirit field, bought a ticket for the team fighting spirit at the ticket office, found a random place, Wen Twelve sat down, ate something and began to watch the spirit fighting that was about to start.

At the same time, the host on the fighting spirit field asked both sides whether they were ready.

Under the signal of the two captains, a team fighting spirit officially started.

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