Douluo Fight God of War

When the master took Dai Mubai, Tang San and the other seven people to an open space one kilometer outside Shrek Academy.

Just look at all the teachers from Shrek Academy surrounding Zhang Ruochen.

"You brat, this is the last sparring session today, cheer up." Flender looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was about to fall asleep while standing, and kicked Zhang Ruochen in the face with a flying kick.

But two months of life have been like hell, and even if Zhang Ruochen is sleepy to the point of death, Flanders can't wake him up with a kick.

The golden cudgel was held at an angle of 45 degrees. Zhang Ruochen avoided Flender's kick with just the slightest chance. He took a breath and continued to have a good time.

Everyone outside the field looked at Zhang Ruochen's performance with surprised expressions. With his Soul Lord cultivation level so mediocre, he was probably the only one who could face the attacks of two Soul Emperors and three Soul Saints.

But Flanders was not surprised at all by Zhang Ruochen's performance. After all, Zhang Ruochen had already learned Li Yusong's twenty-four stick technique, Zhao Wuji's fighting technique, Lu Qibin's mentality coordination technique, and Shao Xin's timing control technique.

As Zhang Ruochen, who is given one of the four powers, on the premise that none of them use soul power, they only rely on body and skills.

Li Yusong, Zhao Wuji, Lu Qibin and Shao Xin, who could only use 50% of their body strength, were already a little unable to suppress Zhang Ruochen, and this was the second time that Flanders came to help.

In fact, it's not that the four of them don't want to improve their own strength, but the master requires that even if they ask Flanders for help, they should not use more than 50% of their strength.

Because if they use more power, they will not be able to achieve the effect of cultivation. After all, among the four of them, any one of them can beat Zhang Ruochen with all his strength.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen dared to be so presumptuous at this time.

But don’t forget that Flanders is not the only one dealing with Zhang Ruochen.

Li Yusong, Zhao Wuji, Lu Qibin, and Shao Xin sped towards Zhang Ruochen after Zhang Ruochen escaped Flanders' attack.

Seeing the four teachers taking action at the same time, everyone onlookers couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Ruochen.

All they could see were fists, kicks, and sticks, and they could barely see Zhang Ruochen's figure.

But Zhang Ruochen wasn't that worried. After all, he was used to the feeling of being besieged.

Not in a hurry, Zhang Ruochen's movements were not very fast, because the onlookers couldn't see the teachers clearly, but they could at least see Zhang Ruochen's figure clearly.

Zhang Ruochen's feet were vague and uncertain, but they did not leave the one-meter diameter range around him. His body was rising and falling, swaying left and right, moving his shoulders and lowering his waist, bending his knees and raising his feet. His whole body seemed to be boneless, avoiding the slightest difference. Overcome all attacks.

Tang San and Dai Mubai looked at each other, confirming that they had never seen Zhang Ruochen use such a weird body technique and footwork.

In fact, we can't blame Tang San and Dai Mubai for being uneducated. After all, Zhang Ruochen's body skills and footwork were recently understood.

To say it is enlightenment is actually a nice thing to say.

Because when Zhang Ruochen knew that Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, Lu Qibin and Shao Xin were attacking him, they could not use their full strength to deal with him, so the seventh day was the best time for Zhang Ruochen to rest.

When Zhang Ruochen was on the verge of mental collapse, he took Drunken Fist as the form, Sleeping Arhat Fist as the intention, and Lingbo Weibu as the basis.

After being beaten violently for a month, he finally created this miraculous combination of body and footwork: Magic Sleeping Technique, or Magic for short.

The five people quickly retreated, looking helpless at Zhang Ruochen who was still sleeping, but it was simply impossible for these old guys to admit defeat to Zhang Ruochen.

The five looked at each other.

Hey, hey, smile.

Zhang Ruochen, who was still in a trance, suddenly felt a rush of cold air from his feet to the top of his head. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw the five old and disrespectful guys. Their momentum increased at the same time. Although the improvement was not high, only Ten percent.

That's enough for Zhang Ruochen to drink a pot. After all, at the level of Flanders and others, even if they increase their strength by 1%, it will be enough.