The rookie at Super Seminary wants to retire every day

"Keep going, why can't you?"

Seeing Sun Wukong with his three heads and six arms retracted, Shen Xuan asked with a smile.

He Xi and Ruoning were already busy making tea and watching the fun. Shen Xiang obviously had no intention of killing Sun Wukong, otherwise he would not have given the other party so much breathing time and opportunity.

Sun Wukong gasped, and the high-spirited fighting spirit in his eyes when he looked at Shen Xiang had disappeared. Shen Xiang was indeed very strong and very patient.

He can knock you to the bottom countless times, and then stand on top with a smile waiting for you to slowly get up. If you don't accept it, he can continue to accompany you until the moment you take the initiative to ask for mercy.

"Shen Xang, is this your genetic ability?"

"Yes, whether it's the energy or the fact that I stunned you before."

"You are so powerful, why didn't you declare yourself king tens of thousands of years ago?"

Shen Yang tilted his head: "Did you become so strong in just one day?"

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I asked a stupid question, you are very powerful, I lost."

There was no point in getting entangled anymore. In the few hours from the beginning to now, he used all his abilities, but Shen Xing succeeded in cracking it almost immediately.

Not only could he crack it, Shen Xang's reaction was as if he knew everything early on. As soon as he gained momentum, he immediately had a way to deal with it. Maybe a prophet is a prophet.

Shen Yang's eyes lit up: "Have you given up?"

"Either you admit defeat, you lose. If you wanted to kill me, I would have died long ago."

"This is different. I want to know if you are really convinced."

Sun Wukong was speechless. What was there to say? He had to declare loudly that he had been defeated? But looking at Shen Xi's expectant eyes, he knew that he had to say this no matter what, otherwise Shen Xi would not give up.

"I admit that what you said is true. In a one-on-one fight, I am indeed no match for you."

The tactful words made Shen Xiang realize that Sun Wukong was honest, but just because he was honest didn't mean that the matter could be settled. The accounts against his captain of the guard had not yet been settled.

Shen Yang walked up to Sun Wukong and without waiting for him to ask why, he punched Sun Wukong's monkey face with his fist.

This punch was not enough to cause any harm to Sun Wukong, but it was a little offensive, so that Sun Wukong glared at Shen Xuan displeasedly: "What are you doing? I'm not convinced anymore."

"This has nothing to do with whether you accept it or not. Who asked you to bully my guard chief?!"

When it came to this matter, Sun Wukong felt a little helpless: "I just wanted to scare her, but I didn't want to actually do anything."

"I know, otherwise it wouldn't have been a sparring session for so long. If you bring your face closer, I'd have to punch you again."

"Why should I give it to you? You are so petty."

Just in the middle of the words, a strong murderous intention swept through all of Sun Wukong's nerves. Silent threats spread in the air. Shen Xing was issuing an ultimatum. If Sun Wukong showed no mercy again, he would really take tough measures.

Sparring and killing intent are completely different feelings here in Shen Xang. In the previous few hours, even Shen Xun's black-faced Sun Wukong did not feel uneasy, but now his battle-hardened body has subconscious signs of retreating, which shows its power.

Sun Wukong took the initiative to hand over the other side of his face and sighed in his heart again. He was really helpless. After all these years, when had he been reduced to someone giving him a punch? He still had to hand over the other side of his face to be beaten .

Shen Yang was not polite, he rounded his arms and punched Sun Wukong again. Although it still didn't hurt, his attitude was enough.

After punching Sun Wukong twice, Shen Yang raised a smile happily: "I have solved your problem. I still have something to do over there. If you don't have any problems, I will leave first."

"Isn't it said that the prophet is a sinecure? Why are you so busy?"

"It's not that great space principal. I reached an agreement with him to restart the Super Seminary. I have been busy with this matter in the past two days."

Sun Wukong was immediately interested. His master once worked at the Super Seminary.

"Is it the super seminary where my master worked before?"

"That's right, but today is different from the past. Many things have changed a long time ago. When the Shenhe Civilization and the Angel Civilization established diplomatic relations, the management power was in Jilan, but now it is left to me. If you are interested, you can come together. .”

This was what Sun Wukong was waiting for, and he coughed lightly: "There are no living beings on Earth right now. My master asked me to listen to you again. I don't mind helping you if you need me."

Shen * saw through it but didn't tell * Xiang smiled: "Then let's go."

After the beating, Shen Yang stopped pretending and sat down in the wheelchair prepared by He Xi, happily waiting for the other party to push him away.

Sun Wukong was puzzled: "Is your leg injured?"

"Well, something happened. My leg was chopped off. I'm still recovering."

"Oh, ah? Cut it off?!"

"Why are you so surprised? I'm not invincible. Isn't it normal for me to get hurt?"

Sun Wukong shook his head. He wanted to explain but wanted to know more about the injury: "Can I take a look?"

"sure."

Shen Xang lifted up the hem of his clothes, revealing the injured leg underneath which was well protected by special equipment. Through the special transparent semi-soft cabin, Sun Wukong could clearly see the ferocious fracture marks.

"Why didn't you tell me you had such a useless leg? You said I couldn't fight you now."

"My body is not important. The most powerful thing about a prophet is his spirit. Even if I am paralyzed, I am still confident enough to win. What's more, I only have one leg injured now."

Sun Wukong's face darkened: "Are you so confident?"

"Yes."

Shen Xang's smile was bright and confident. He had 100% confidence in himself. In a one-on-one duel, especially in front of a warrior without a ring, he definitely had the ability to escape unscathed.

"It's crazy."

Sun Wukong sneered in a low voice. His original intention was to tell Shen Xi that there was no need to fight so hard. He would not use force against a wounded person. If he won, he would not use force, and if he lost, he would be a loser. It doesn't sound good in any case, but Shen Xi's stubbornness And arrogance is probably beyond his imagination.

As for Shen Xing's broken leg, Sun Wukong didn't even have to use much strength. He could whip his little broken leg away with just a flick of his hand.

Looking at the man sitting in the wheelchair with a bright smile, the more Sun Wukong looked at him, the more he felt like a big idiot who couldn't sell. How willful. Whose prophet could be so willful?

Just as he was thinking about it, Sun Wukong noticed that the captain of the guard had a very bad look on his face, which was blacker than coal.

Sun Wukong: Oh, it was fun to watch.

At this time, Shen Xi tried hard to explain: Ruoning, this was an accident.

Ruoning: You don’t need to explain to me. You don’t care about me anyway. You didn’t even think of asking me to carry the knife for you when something happened. What’s the use of telling me after you’re injured? Are you waiting to make me feel sorry for you?

Shen Yang was stunned, what does "asking you to carry the knife for me" mean? What kind of weird psychology is it to get on a pole and be used as a human shield? !