Douluo: My Martial Soul is actually a Duck

Chapter 17 Breakthrough

"Wuyou!" Tang San's eyes widened.

"It's okay." Dai Qingtong shook his head, "The unlucky one is that bastard!"

Jian Wuyou's eyes instantly turned blue, and the space around Jian Wuyou began to tremble.

"His uncle is not dead. Titled Douluo is not that easy to die. His uncle has no children." A glimmer of light flashed in Dai Qingtong's eyes, thinking, "If that bastard is really not afraid of death, he can try it. He is seriously injured!"

"I want to see how you are going to hurt me?" The light of wisdom flashed in Jian Wuyou's eyes.

Jian Wuyou's hands were pinched so that he couldn't move anyway, so he threw him over his shoulder, knocking the teacher to the ground.

The mind power in Jian Wuyou's hand began to tremble, and he was about to forcefully open the bastard's shell.

Jianwuyou shook off the painful hand that was pinched, and Jianwuyou lifted his hand out of thin air.

The teacher floated directly into the sky, and Jian Wuyou raised his hand higher and higher, crashing through the roof.

Jian Wuyou even walked up to the stage. Jian Wuyou couldn't stand it and stood directly on Dai Mubai's head.

Jian Wuyou thought it was not high enough, so he crashed through the roof despite the blue light.

Ye Zhiqiu opened his mouth and blew out a breath of ice air downwards.

Jian Wuyou pretended to be panicked and blocked it with a mental shield.

Then he waved to Ye Zhiqiu, who had a confused look on his face and fell from the sky to the ground, "West of Nextam~" A beautiful way to say goodbye to the beautiful country.

Jian Wuyou was shocked to find that Ye Zhiqiu was so awesome. Soul Saints who were good at defense were not as good as him. He could have fallen like that after falling down the stairs. Although Ye Zhiqiu was intact very quickly, Ye Zhiqiu fell from such a high place. If it falls down, it’s just a little bit of fun.

Jian Wuyou was a little shocked. He chose a long-range brick attack and smashed the entire inn into a sieve.

But the shop owner felt very good at the time. Anyway, no matter who wins, he will make nine times the profit.

Jianwuyou fell from the air and fell heavily into the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ahem, my mind power is not enough." Jian Wuyou raised his hands like claws, ready to continue fighting.

"It's so noisy and ruined this late at night. You guys should go and sleep in another inn."

"Wait a minute, you are their teacher, right?" Ye Zhiqiu got up from the ground, as if he had grasped the handle.

"Is it okay for the students from your college to insult me, the students from Canghui College, in public?"

Jian Wuyou was furious, "Fuck, believe it or not, I asked my uncle to beat you!?"

"Who is your uncle?"

Jian Wuyou raised his head proudly, "Zhuo..."

"Stop talking, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King, can also torture him. Letting Uncle Qing come is too bullying." Dai Qingtong interrupted with a smile.

"Zhao...ah!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~"

After watching Xiong San torture Yuan Touwei once, Jianwuyou yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

You can sleep comfortably even if you let him sleep on a branch, but Dai Qingtong is used to being spoiled and didn't sleep all night.

The next day, I watched a group of people queuing up under the scorching sun with heavy dark circles under my eyes. I felt much better looking at the parasols in my hands.

"set off!"

"Wait!" Jian Wuyou called out to Zhao Wuji.

"what?"

Jian Wuyou was stunned for a moment, "Uh~ What should I say?"

Zao Wou-ki: ...

"I remembered! I ate 30 steamed buns at midnight last night."

Zhao Wuji:?

Dai Qingtong brand special translation software: He is level 30.

Zao Wou-Ki: Would it be better for me to be happy, or to be speechless?

(End of this chapter)