Gourd of Douluo

After Wang Xiaofeng finished lunch in the cafeteria, he came to the playground where the fourth level was located, and what he saw was a tragic scene.

The entire playground was full of potholes, and several wooden houses around it had collapsed. Zhao Wuji stood aside like a great devil, while two of the three girls Wang Xiaofeng was very optimistic about seemed to be in a coma. The girl from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect looked at Tang San in the field with some worry.

Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji expressionlessly, as if he was saying something.

"What's going on?" Wang Xiaofeng saw Dai Mubai holding the cold-faced girl standing aside leisurely, walked over, and asked strangely: "Why did Teacher Zhao end up in person again?"

"It's time to panic." Dai Mubai looked at Wang Xiaofeng and said, "Why did you come here if you weren't staying at the first level?"

"Isn't it lunch time? Let's take a rest." Wang Xiaofeng looked at the field and saw that Zhao Wuji had lit incense again, as if he was going to challenge Tang San to a duel. "By the way, let's take a look at the strength of the juniors. "

In the field, after Tang San lit the incense on Zhao Wuji, his hands instantly turned bright white, and he quickly shot out dozens of rays of cold light, hitting Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower body and lower abdomen respectively. All critical.

The sound of ding-ding-ding sounded on Zhao Wuji's body, but Zhao Wuji had already protected his vitals with his hands, so these cold lights were completely useless against Zhao Wuji's powerful defense.

Wang Xiaofeng watched the two fighting in the field and shook his head.

That is to say, Zhao Wuji unilaterally released the sea, and his soul power only maintained the appearance of a great soul master, so it seemed that the fight was back and forth. However, relying on the quality of Soul Saint level soul power, Tang San still couldn't break through Zhao Wuji's defense.

If both of them are at the same level, Zhao Wuji has already lost. Unexpectedly, this Tang San was still a person who could only get angry for a beauty.

Wang Xiaofeng was very interested in Tang San's eye-like soul skills, his bright white hands, and his quick dodge skills.

Moreover, the nails, needles and other weapons that Tang San shot out looked like the hidden weapons of the Tang clan in martial arts movies and TV dramas to Wang Xiaofeng.

"Is this your second trump card? Weird hidden weapons and powerful self-created soul skills." Wang Xiaofengnuo touched his chin thoughtfully. This doesn't look like something from this world. It seems that Tang San He should also be a time traveler.

While Wang Xiaofeng was thinking silently, the battle in the field had come to an end.

Tang San shot out several tiny golden needles and penetrated into Zhao Wuji's body, and when Zhao Wuji wasn't paying attention, he secretly picked up his hammer and hammered it hard towards Zhao Wuji's face.

Zhao Wuji's judgment was affected by the severe pain, and he didn't notice that the weight of the hammer was abnormal for a moment, so he only used his palm to block it, and was immediately hit by Tang San with his face full of pain.

But Tang San was just knocked away by Zhao Wuji's soul power. Wang Xiaofeng flashed and caught Tang San who was flying upside down.

"Puff..."

Seeing Zhao Wuji's miserable appearance, Wang Xiaofeng covered his mouth with his hands and tried to look normal. If Zhao Wuji found out that he was laughing at him, tomorrow's training would be miserable.

If this battle was just based on appearance, Zhao Wuji would definitely lose. After all, Tang San only looked exhausted and a little exhausted, while Zhao Wuji's face was bruised from the beating.

"Well, it would be great if Oscar were here. There are so many wounded here who need his big sausage. He will be very happy."

"I seemed to hear someone calling me."

"Oscar!" Dai Mubai looked at Oscar who was standing aside in surprise, and said happily: "When did you come back?"

Oscar shook his hair angrily: "Wherever someone needs me, I will appear there."

Wang Xiaofeng said angrily: "Okay, haven't you seen so many wounded people? Get some sausages out quickly."

Oscar looked around and found that there were a few more beauties in the academy. He couldn't help but energetically began to summon his martial soul and recited his obscene soul curse: "I have roots..."

After a while, several sausages and sausages suddenly appeared in Oscar's hand.

Tang San and the others couldn't accept Oscar's spell. They looked at the sausage in Oscar's hand awkwardly and refused to eat it, which made Oscar's expression a little sad.

However, Zao Wou-Ki, who was on the side, helped Oscar out: "Oscar, give me some sausages and sausages."

Oscar blinked his peach-blossom eyes, trying endlessly on the verge of committing suicide, "Uncle, who are you? Why did you come to our Shrek Academy?"

"It seems that you haven't trained for too long and your skin is itchy. You and Xiaobai will be together tomorrow morning, and I will give you a good training." Zhao Wuji said angrily.

These familiar and terrifying words instantly frightened Oscar out of his beauty, and his IQ instantly came online. He quickly handed over the sausages and sausages in his hand, "Teacher Zhao, am I kidding? Eat some sausages to calm down."

Zhao Wuji was not polite and ate the sausage and sausage one after another. His face suddenly became much better, and the wounds on his body gradually returned to normal under the treatment of Oscar's sausage.

Except for some tattered clothes, blood on his face and a few bulges on his body, he looked exactly the same as usual.

"Oscar, I didn't expect that after you obtained the third soul ring, your soul skills would be greatly enhanced." Wang Xiaofeng watched Zhao Wuji's injuries recover in a short period of time, and was a little surprised. Oscar's sausages were definitely not there before. Such a strong therapeutic effect.

"Food soul master?" Tang San and others on the side realized that Oscar was surrounded by three soul rings, mainly because his soul curse was too eye-catching.

"This is the student I mentioned before, who temporarily left the academy to obtain a soul ring. How about a fourteen-year-old food-based soul master."

Dai Mubai patted Tang San on the shoulder. Although Oscar's soul curse was indeed a bit wretched, his soul skills were indeed very powerful. He felt that Tang San and the others would definitely say "It smells so good" in the future.

Tang San and others have somewhat changed their previous views on Oscar. The powerful healing ability of sausage and the detoxification ability of sausage both show that Oscar's martial spirit is definitely a top-notch food-type martial spirit. This academy deserves to be called the Monster Academy.

After Zao Wou-Ki finished eating Oscar's sausage, he felt that there was a foreign object in the bulge on his body. When he saw that the incense next to him had been burned out, he knew that he had lost. He couldn't help but snorted and prepared to go back and use his soul power to force the foreign object out.

Tang San who was on the side saw Zhao Wuji preparing to leave and couldn't help but said: "Teacher Zhao, I'm sorry. Let me help you take out the hidden weapon in your body. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will have an impact on your body."

Zhao Wuji nodded, and Tang San stepped forward and took out the small golden needle with his remaining soul power. After taking it out, he also fainted on the ground.

Wang Xiaofeng on the side had long seen that Tang San's soul power was no longer enough, and quickly supported him to prevent him from falling. If he accidentally touched the hidden weapon on the ground, he would die unjustly.

Zhao Wuji ate another sausage to relieve the pain, pointed to the hidden weapon on the ground, and said to Dai Mubai: "Don't move around with this little hedgehog's things. Let him clean up after he wakes up."

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