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After Kong Wanqing finished speaking for a while, everyone who was immersed in shock gradually came back to their senses.

The white-headed boy manually put away his chin that was almost frightened, and looked at Kong Wanqing with doubts in his eyes: "You have no soul power?

It shouldn't be. Phoenix is ​​a top-grade martial soul. How could it be that the innate soul power is too low to be able to cultivate? "

Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously retorted: "It's not that Ah Qing can't practice, he just can't use his soul power temporarily!"

Ma Hongjun followed suit: "Yes, yes, my master is amazing, otherwise why would Dean Flender find him as a teacher, right?"

"That's what I say, but..." the young man curled his lips: "But you look only two or three years older than me, why should you be my teacher? Are you more handsome than me?"

Flanders glanced at Kong Wanqing and found that he showed no sign of killing anyone with a knife. Then he relaxed a little and scolded in a low voice: "Oscar, you are talking so freely, please shut up! "

"Shut up, just shut up." Oscar shrugged and turned away: "Anyway, no matter what, I just don't accept it."

Although the other teachers did not speak, there were some doubts and doubts in their eyes.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the cafeteria suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Kong Wanqing is my specially hired teacher. If you question him, you are questioning my vision. He has a unique way of practicing..." Flanders frowned and tried to say something.

It's a pity that Kong Wanqing interrupted him just after he started.

"Dean." Kong Wanqing raised his eyelids and glanced around the four people sitting across from him: "In a world where the strong are respected, any explanation is feeble.

I understand your feelings very well, because if it were me, I would be unconvinced.

So, I give you a chance to challenge me. "

After saying that, Kong Wanqing stood up and walked towards the playground outside the cafeteria alone, leaving a group of old and young people looking at each other in shock.

I have to say that Kong Wanqing's way of coping is really tough, that is...

A little too crazy.

Li Yusong and Lu Qibin were both fighting soul emperors, so they naturally had a sense of arrogance in their hearts. Kong Wanqing's words were tantamount to humiliation for them.

Can this be tolerated?

No.

So the two of them looked at each other and followed Kong Wanqing out with stern expressions.

I thought to myself: Even if I can't really do anything to the person, I still have to teach him a lesson and let him know what to say and what not to say.

Shao Xin, who was sitting next to Flanders, poked him with his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Flanders, what is the strength of Kong Wanqing? Can he withstand the attacks of Lao Lu and Lao Li?"

Flanders glanced at the young and old who had already stood up and walked outside, hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and said: "I can't figure out his specific strength.

I only know that the time I fought against him, he already made me feel dangerous before he even used his full strength. "

"Huh?" Shao Xin was obviously startled, and raised his stubby eyebrows: "Are you serious?"

Flender glanced at Shao Xin: "Can I joke about something like this?"

"This..." Shao Xin and Flanders have been friends for many years, so they naturally know how proud he is, and immediately frowned: "But this kid looks like he is only ten years old, even if he started practicing in his mother's womb. It’s impossible to beat Soul Saint!”

“Honestly, with Kong Wanqing’s experience, it’s hard for me to believe that he is just a teenager.

I even suspected for a time that he was some kind of old monster who was rejuvenated. Flender smiled bitterly and shook his head: "But in terms of bone age, he is indeed under 12 years old." "

Shao Xin stood up after Flanders. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly lowered his voice: "Tell me... is it possible that he is..."

Flanders obviously knew what Shao Xin's unfinished words were referring to, but he just turned the idea over in his mind and then dismissed it, shaking his head: "It's unlikely."

Because the strength shown by this person is even more incredible than the 10-year-old soul beast rebuilding.

"Yeah." Shao Xin nodded: "But it's better to be careful and respectful."

……

In the playground, Kong Wanqing stood on one side holding a dark red dagger in his backhand. Opposite him was an old man with clear skin holding a long carved stick.

Level 63 assault type battle soul emperor, dragon pattern stick Li Yusong.

When Flanders came out, he saw such a scene. He immediately raised his hand and hit his head with a headache.

Ma Hongjun approached Zhu Zhuqing and asked in a low voice: "Zhuqing, that's a level 63 soul emperor. Can master handle it?"

Zhu Zhuqing has always had an inexplicable sense of trust in Kong Wanqing. Even if it is impossible, she will firmly believe that he can do it, and this time is no exception: "Ah Qing is awesome, he can definitely win! "

Ma Hongjun thought for a while: "Well... that's true, but... Master, he is still in a weak stage. Is it really okay?"

Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have not thought about this problem at all, and suddenly froze on the spot.

Yes, Ah Qing is still in a weak stage and cannot open seals without soul power.

This……

"You have no soul power, and to be fair, I won't use soul power." Li Yusong put the long stick in his hand on the ground. Suddenly, a strong and oppressive momentum suddenly broke out with him as the core: "Dragon Pattern Stick Li Yusong, let me teach you your brilliant moves."

"Whatever, anyway..." Kong Wanqing stretched out his left hand and slowly brushed the talisman knife in his hand. Feeling the excitement of the sword spirit, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gradually became colder: "The result is the same."

"Hmph, arrogant." Li Yusong snorted coldly, and his hand holding the dragon pattern stick suddenly tightened. He exerted force under his feet and rushed towards Kong Wanqing like a cannonball.

Kong Wanqing narrowed his eyes and took the next step.

At that moment, in Li Yusong's perception, Kong Wanqing's breath suddenly disappeared.

In the brief moment when he was in a trance, Kong Wanqing appeared beside him, the dark red blade reflecting the faint cold light.

"when--"

Li Yusong subconsciously placed his stick at his side, narrowly blocking the edge of the talisman blade in Kong Wanqing's hand.

What Li Yusong didn't expect was that Kong Wanqing's sword seemed to be as light as a flying feather, but in fact the force of the counterattack from the dragon pattern stick made his palms numb and he almost failed to catch it.

His rich combat experience allowed him to instinctively sweep his stick with the intention of counterattacking Kong Wanqing.

Kong Wanqing tilted his head and smiled, obviously somewhat satisfied that Li Yusong could block his attack.

But the movement of his feet still did not stop, and he took a step towards the dry position almost in the next second.

Like a ghost, he avoided Li Yusong's sweep, and then appeared behind him, tapping hard on the Yu point on his back.

Of course, before the attack, Kong Wanqing did not forget that this person was not an enemy, so he pointed the handle of the talisman knife in his hand at Li Yusong's back.

"puff!"

Li Yusong was caught off guard, and his energy stagnated all over his body. He only felt a tightness in his chest. He immediately leaned on the dragon pattern stick and opened his mouth to spurt out a stream of fishy black blood.

"Old Li!!!"

Lu Qibin was shocked and quickly stepped forward to support Li Yusong, while Shao Xin used his soul skill to summon a few red jelly beans.

Kong Wanqing, who turned his back to everyone, turned around with an expressionless face: "If I were you, I would definitely not eat anything at this time."

Shao Xin was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

Kong Wanqing glanced at Li Yusong: "Meditate and move Qi and Shaoyin Meridian. You will thank me."