Douluo Super Saiyan Legend

Early the next morning.

It was just dawn, and the distant sun slowly rose.

A black figure sat on the roof of the wooden house, absorbing the purple mist in the morning light.

There were light blue energy fluctuations surrounding him again, no need to think that this was Tang San.

"ha!"

Wukong walked out of the wooden house next to him, wearing an orange Wuzi Taoist uniform. He rubbed the joints of his body and yawned refreshed.

"Huh? Tang San, hehe, you are still using such a low-level cultivation method. If it rains at night, the coldness in the morning light will probably disappear."

Tang San's method of cultivation was completely dependent on the sky eating the sky, and the earth eating the earth. How he cultivated depended on the changes in the sky, and he had no sense of his own existence at all.

Goku glanced at him, and then started doing fitness dance.

"The eighth set of national primary school student radio gymnastics, colorful sunshine begins now!"

Wukong shouted, and then reached out to touch the soul guide, and a large speaker appeared, which was a sound recording device. He had played this BGM with various musical instruments as early as when he was in Wuhun Hall.

At that time, Hu Liena also perfectly attracted a wave of fans in her heart.

"One two three four, two two three four, three two three four, four two three four..."

"Hmm!" Tang San, who was meditating and practicing while absorbing the cold morning light on the roof, was disrupted by the sudden loud music.

"who is that?"

Tang San stood up and activated the Purple Demon Eyes to look around.

As a result, I saw Sun Wukong doing radio gymnastics not far away.

Tang San was furious, but he thought of what Wukong said to him in the Rose Hotel and his heaven-defying strength when he fought against Zhao Wuji.

This guy is scared again.

He plans to negotiate with Wukong in a peaceful way.

"Please go away, I'm practicing now. Cultivation is the most important thing for everyone, so there's no need to stop me." Tang San suppressed his anger and said to Wukong in a steady voice: "And I haven't done anything in the past two days. I didn’t offend you.”

For some reason, Wukong got a little excited when he heard Tang San speak.

"This school doesn't belong to you alone, and I'm still the sponsor here. If I want to go further, it should be you." Wukong smiled sideways at Tang San.

Envy?

I am richer than you, are you envious?

If you have the ability, you can also be a sponsor of the college.

Just the little money you earn from blacksmithing will probably take you a lifetime to reach one-tenth of my figure.

"You!" Tang San couldn't express the pain in his heart. This guy was indeed very rich, and he couldn't compete with him with money.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

You can't compete with them at all. You are just a student, and they are now a development sponsor. This status alone is a huge difference.

"No, that's it? I thought it was so cruel, that's it?"

Tang San of the Tang Sect, that’s it!

Then after Wukong finished his morning exercise, he went into the house to check on Zhu Zhuqing, who was exhausted after a big battle last night.

After sending her a diluted aura, her whole body began to become as lively as before.

When they went out, Ning Rongrong happened to go out with them.

After a few words of bickering, the two went directly to the cafeteria to eat.

I have to say that the food in this cafeteria is really unpalatable, and the food is not good enough. The thought of having to stay here for such a short period of time made Wukong collapse.

He is a Saiyan, and his appetite is larger than that of ordinary people, but now he has to eat this kind of unpalatable food every day, and he still has to eat a lot of it.

Didn’t Goku already fund so much of Shrek Academy?

Why is this food so disgusting? During this period, Dai Mubai had been looking at Sun Wukong silently and coldly.

Because the movements of Zhu Zhuqing and Wukong were too close, one fed him a bite of this, and the other a bite of that.

Even Ning Rongrong next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

Wukong even went so far as to feed him with his mouth. If Zhu Zhuqing hadn't been so shy, Wukong would have succeeded by now.

The table under Dai Mubai's hands was almost crushed, and next to him, Ma Hongjun, who had just been taught a lesson this morning, had been paying attention to Dai Mubai's embarrassment.

This guy usually stole a lot of women from him and now he can actually see Dai Mubai deflated. This is really rare!

Tang San and Xiao Wu looked at each other shyly from time to time.

…

Ding ding ding!

"No! This is the dean's assembly bell." Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun said at the same time.

"Dean." Wukong was very familiar with the word dean.

"Flanders?"

"Let's go meet him."

After drinking and eating, Wukong took Zhu Zhuqing's hand and started to run out. Behind him, Dai Mubai looked like a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his sufferings.

On the large playground, stood a middle-aged man with glasses, a pointed face and a hawk-nosed nose.

"The little monsters should be coming soon, right?" Flanders always maintained a posture.

It can be said that he is very excited about today's meeting, because this time he has recruited the largest and most talented group of students in the history of the academy.

Among them, I learned from Zhao Wuji's letters that one of them had reached level 35 in soul power at the age of 12, and even had three ten thousand year soul rings. The most important thing was because he was rich!

Yesterday, when I heard that half of the college had been destroyed, I immediately became furious, but after listening to Zhao Wuji's explanation of what happened next, his smile was simply more beautiful than a flower in bloom.

There is sponsorship!

Do you want to smash it a few more times?

right.

There is also a level 37 one. Although the soul ring configuration is not as high as the level 35 one, having two purple soul rings at such a young age is already a genius.

Dai Mubai explained to everyone along the way: "The dean is a seventy-eighth level fighting spirit saint, and his spirit is a four-eyed cat eagle."

"Even among soul saints of the same level fighting, the dean's strength is one of the best."

"Even a little better than Teacher Zhao Wuji."

Everyone was also surprised that Zhao Wuji was already strong enough. The fact that the dean's strength was higher than Zhao Wuji at the same level proved that he was no ordinary person.

"Soul Saint? You shouldn't notice it, right?" Xiao Wu's steps began to slow down, as if she was thinking about something.

The strongest person Xiao Wu has seen in the past six years is no more than the Soul King. He only saw level 70 Zao Wuji yesterday. If Zhao Wuji couldn't find it, then Flanders probably couldn't either.

"Xiao Wu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go back and have a rest? I will help you ask for leave from the dean." Tang San said softly.

Although Tang San was a bitch, he was still quite interested in Xiao Wuqu.

"No, third brother, I'm fine." Xiao Wu quickly refused.

After arriving at the playground, a boy with high-end looks and peach blossom eyes appeared. His overall appearance surpassed that of Dai Mubai.

It was Oscar.

Wukong teased him a little and stood with Zhu Zhuqing.

On the other side of the playground, Flanders strode over here.

A few people introduced themselves first, and then waited for Rand to issue instructions.

"From now on, everyone goes to rest and try to be in top shape before dark."

"As for Ning Rongrong and Oscar, you two will stay."

"Since you are auxiliary soul masters, the training you receive is slightly different from others."

After saying this, everyone dispersed and went back to their rooms.

Wukong, on the other hand, was teaching Zhu Zhuqing fighting skills on the other side of the playground, such as the Wolf Fang Wind Fist, which is very common in Dragon Ball.

Ahem, just kidding.

As night fell, those who vented their anger outside returned to the college playground, and those who were sleeping in the house also went to the playground.

Flender looked at Wukong with great satisfaction, and Wukong also noticed, so he nodded deliberately.

He swept around again in front of everyone, but when he saw Ning Rongrong, he didn't feel so good.

Flanders concluded that Ning Rongrong would not admit it, so he went to question Oscar directly.

"Have you finished 20 laps, Oscar?" Flanders asked him seriously.

"Uh, yes, Dean, we're done." Oscar answered him awkwardly, still looking at Ning Rongrong from the corner of his eye.

"I'm talking about you, not you alone!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Oscar noticed that Ning Rongrong's big, watery eyes next to him were looking at him innocently.

Oscar clenched his fists hard and gritted his teeth and decided, "Yes, it's us, the dean. We're done."

"Okay! Very good!" Folland sighed and shook his head.

"Then you run 20 more laps." Flender sealed Oscar's soul power and ordered him to run 20 more laps.

"Yes... okay, Dean."

Oscar's face looked a little sad, and he seemed to be looking at Ning Rongrong next to him.

But Ning Rongrong looked unconcerned. Oscar was so hurt that his heart almost broke, so he could only follow the order and run another 20 laps.

"Do you know why he still has to run 20 laps?"

Everyone except Wukong had puzzled expressions.

"Because he lied. Lying for the sake of friendship is indeed excusable, but it is also lying and deceiving."

Everyone suddenly had an epiphany and looked at Ning Rongrong again, because Oscar didn't seem like the kind of person who would disobey orders, but if it was Ning Rongrong, that would be an exception.

Flender slowly walked towards Ning Rongrong and asked her, "Why don't you complete the task I gave you?"

"Hey, hey, I didn't say that I didn't finish running. You can't accuse people unfairly, Dean." Ning Rongrong said without even looking at Flanders.

"Are you referring to the fact that you suddenly ran out secretly, then went to Soto City for a big meal, and also went to the commercial street to buy some clothes?" Flender's tone was almost angry.

"What! You're spying on me!" Ning Rongrong's image of a lady immediately changed to that of a little witch. Originally, the outbreak had occurred the day before, but because Wukong was present at the time, nothing could offend her.

So she suppressed the resentment forcibly, but now it is probably that this girl couldn't bear it anymore, so she got angry.

"Hmph, what do you think?"

"Fland, you are just a little soul saint, what qualifications do you have to order me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ning Rongrong in shock. They didn't expect that the reserved and delicate girl yesterday would become so unrestrained today. \u003c!--over--\u003e