Douluo V: Qian Renxue’s child adopter, I become a god while lying down

Zhao Wuji, who is tall and muscular, is basking in the sun and dozing off.

From time to time, rough grunting sounds were made.

"Da da..."

The sound of feet hitting dry mud came.

The snoring stopped suddenly, and he lazily opened his eyes.

I saw Flanders approaching with a few young cubs.

"Huh? Why are there so many people here suddenly?"

"Boss, could these be..."

He stood up from the couch and cast a questioning look at Flanders.

Flanders smiled cheerfully and looked very happy: "There is no doubt that they all passed the test."

"They are all outstanding seedlings."

As he said this, he glanced at Yuan Qingtian intentionally or unintentionally.

"Huh."

"Then today is a really good day!"

Zhao Wuji seemed to have some energy and stood up from the recliner.

He is not tall and can even be said to be short in stature, but each muscle is abrupt and obvious, and it seems to contain powerful energy.

He looked at Yuan Qingtian and others with a smile, paused for a moment on Yuan Qingtian's face, and felt a little surprised: "Why is this little guy so handsome?"

He looked at the three women who were secretly competing with each other again, and he couldn't help but his face twitched.

"Beauty is a disaster, he is the male beauty who created the Shura field!"

He shook his head slightly to dispel the distracting thoughts, his face twisted, and he put on a serious expression, staring at Yuan Qingtian and the others.

"Kids, although you have passed the test, you are not yet an official student of Shrek Academy."

"You will only truly pass if you are not defeated by me within one stick of incense."

"Now, I can give you some time to discuss countermeasures."

After he finished speaking in a routine tone, he took out a stick of incense from the belt around his waist and threw it on the ground. The incense was inserted into a gap in the ground.

Then he sat back on the recliner and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Qingtian's half-smiling look was caught in Flanders's eyes, and he began to mourn for Zhao Wuji in his heart: "I hope Mr. Yuan won't beat him too badly."

"Is this teacher so loud?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Zhao Wuji and wrinkled his nose.

"Zhao Wuji, the Fudo Ming King, is a powerful soul saint. It is normal for him to speak loudly." Yuan Qingtian explained with a smile.

"What? He is the Fudo Ming King who escaped from the siege of more than a dozen Wuhun Hall bishops?" Ning Rongrong looked at Zhao Wuji in surprise.

Zhu Zhuqing and others were also extremely surprised.

How come this shabby little academy hides so many powerful people?

"Huh? Boy, do you recognize me?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately became energetic, stopped pretending to be asleep, and stood up in a hurry.

"Teacher Zhao's name is well-known, is it not surprising that the juniors recognize him?" Yuan Qingtian asked in return.

Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows, "Boy, you haven't passed my test yet, so you call me teacher?"

"Your habit of preconceptions is not very good."

Yuan Qingtian smiled lightly, full of confidence.

A terrifying aura suddenly rose up around him. His gorgeous white robe moved without any wind, and his eyes instantly became stern: "Then, let's give it a try!"

The gentleness is no longer there, and the harshness has arrived.

Seeing Yuan Qingtian's drastically changed temperament, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "This kid..."

"It seems interesting..."

The blood that had been stable for many years now showed signs of boiling.

He sneered inwardly: "I actually let a little brat arouse the desire to fight..."

"Really..."

"Fuck!"

He suddenly cursed and his eyes suddenly widened.

Yuan Qingtian had already activated the Ten Thousand Dao Reincarnation Eyes, and the dark light bursting out from the four black rings made him look like a monarch stepping out of the darkness.

"Ta." Yuan Qingtian clasped his fingers and slowly raised his eyes as deep as black holes.

"Forty-ninth level War Soul Sect, I hereby seek advice from Fudo Ming King." There was a faint smile on his lips, mixed with a touch of excitement.

"What a good boy, you are a Soul Sect at such a young age!" Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with wonder and admiration.

"The ten-thousand-year soul ring is still fucking...more than mine." When he said this sentence, Zhao Wuji felt a bit toothache.

With a stroke of his finger, a spark fell on the incense, and wisps of tobacco rose slowly.

"So handsome~"

Ning Rongrong's big and lively eyes were unblinking, as if they were glued to Yuan Qingtian's body.

Xiao Wu's eyes gushed out with a rosy color, her breathing became a little rapid, and the word 'rogue rabbit' was vividly reflected.

Zhu Zhuqing had a proud look on his face, as if he was saying: "See, that's my man!"

The three women are immersed in their own world.

On the other hand, Tang San was extremely depressed, and his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten rat droppings.

"Didn't you agree to join forces to fight against the enemy?"

"How did it evolve into this situation?"

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to express himself well, so that Xiao Wu, who seemed to be somewhat distant, could focus on him again.

Now that it's like this, how can he get involved?

What the hell!

A soul sect and a soul saint, if I rush into it rashly, I am afraid I will be severely injured by the aftermath of their soul skills, right?

"I have no choice but to make this decision..."

On the twenty-fourth bridge under the moonlit night, there are still a few newly made dragon beard needles.

When Zhao Wuji and Yuan Qingtian were fighting fiercely, they had no time to think about anything else.

When a dragon needle came out, he didn't believe that Zhao Wuji could stop it!

Doing this should make Xiao Wu look at him with admiration again, right?

"The third soul skill, Amaterasu!"

A ball of dark fireworks appeared and eroded towards Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank slightly. He felt a hint of threat from the black flame, and without a moment's hesitation, "Martial spirit, come out!"

"The first soul skill, Fudo Mingwang Shen!"

A faint golden light appeared on his body surface.

"Is it useful?" Yuan Qingtian smiled slightly.

After the black flame fell on the golden mask, it melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What?" Zhao Wuji turned pale with shock and immediately stormed out.

Although Fudo Mingou Shen is only his first soul skill.

But even if a strong soul king uses the fifth soul skill, he may not be able to break it.

After all, he is a Soul Saint with extremely strong soul power. Compared with him, the Soul King is as far away as a chasm in the sky.

But why is this boy's black flame so weird?

"Teacher Zhao, it's useless to escape." Yuan Qingtian smiled evilly, turned his eyes slightly, and several balls of black flames surged towards Zhao Wuji as if they were equipped with trackers.

"You brat, there is no word 'escape' in my dictionary!" Zhao Wuji's temper also increased, and he activated two soul skills in succession, and even used a ten-thousand-year soul skill.

"The third soul skill, gravity enhancement!"