Douluo Saiyan Legend

Seeing the two people laughing and laughing, Dai Mubai felt very uncomfortable.

So he wants revenge on Goku.

"Uh, what is that..."

Just when Dai Mubai was about to speak, Wukong suddenly said to Oscar:

"This martial spirit of yours is too weird."

"You actually need to recite that kind of spell, but the soul power replenished by your sausage is quite pure." Wukong said with a smile.

Dai Mubai was shocked as Wukong's words revealed the essence.

"How did he discover Oscar's martial soul spell?" Dai Mubai originally wanted to expose it on the spot and embarrass Wukong, but in the end, he revealed it himself. This...

"Ah, I'm sorry, you still find out. You won't mind, right?" Oscar asked Wukong cautiously, as if to test whether he was still hostile to him.

"What do you mind? When it comes to life and death or the battlefield, who will care about these things?" Wukong said to Oscar.

Sometimes Wukong really admires these people. What you eat is what you eat. Why should you be moved by words?

When you are really hungry, the grass on the ground and the leaves on the trees smell fragrant.

Oscar's eyes filled with tears. Ever since he was a child, it seemed that Wukong was the only one who didn't recommend eating his sausage, and he even said these words.

"Wow, brother, you understand me so well. You are the first person to take the initiative to eat my sausages, so I decided to make a few more for you for free!" Oscar said, reaching out to use his soul power. Squeeze out a few more, and his soul power is almost at its bottom now.

"roll!"

"Let me explain clearly to you what it means to take the initiative to eat your sausage."

Just as he was enjoying his meal, Oscar's soft voice suddenly said this.

Even Wukong, who has a face as thick as a city wall and a strong psychological quality, can't stand this.

An idea struck.

Wukong immediately thought, didn't Tang San and Xiao Wu also eat a little just now?

I don't mind at all, but what about the two of them?

Hey, don't blame me.

"What about that, classmate Xiao Ao, can you show us how to make this sausage spirit of yours?" Wukong looked at Oscar with a knowing expression on his face, as if to say, take off your pants and let us Look at the panties.

"This...isn't this good?" Oscar smiled awkwardly.

Hope it's not what he thinks.

"Hey, what nonsense." Wukong slapped him on the head.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" He stretched out his right fist and clenched it, rubbing his wrist to indicate that if you don't do it, I will beat you.

"Ah, okay."

Xiao Wu and Tang San on the side also noticed the conversation between Wukong and Oscar. Is there something wrong with this sausage?

"Brother, is there something wrong with this sausage? Why do they two say that?" Xiao Wu asked Tang San with an unconcerned look.

Tang San also looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression. Could he have been tricked?

He feels this way.

Just when everyone's eyes turned to support Oscar, he made a decision: "Fuck! If you don't do one thing, you won't stop, let's fight!"

Against everyone's questioning looks, Oscar stretched out his right hand: "I have a big sausage!"

As soon as the sound came out, Tang San Xiaowu felt his stomach churn.

"Ugh!" Xiao Wu opened her small mouth and spit out a puddle of eight-treasure porridge.

Tang San had countless new resentments, and his hatred for Wukong was now a little stronger.

"Damn it, I'll beat you to death!" Xiao Wu wiped his mouth and immediately ran towards Oscar to beat him.

As for Wukong, Xiao Wu didn't dare to touch Wukong. The area where Zhu Zhuqing slapped him yesterday still hurt, so when he first came in, he didn't dare to talk to Zhu Zhuqing.

After living for 10 years, he is just a bit brave. He is worthy of being a rabbit.

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After this group of people finished eating and taught Oscar a lesson, they were led by Dai Mubai to the fourth level.

Along the way, Dai Mubai gave Wukong a lot of cold looks, but Wukong pretended not to notice, which made Dai Mubai angry.

Dai Mubai quickened his pace, wanting Zhao Wuji to teach Wukong a lesson quickly.

This move is good for borrowing a knife to kill people, but unfortunately the so-called Teacher Zhao in his mind had already been beaten by Wukong three years ago.

In an open area of ​​​​the school, a muscular man was lying on a wooden deck chair, his face covered with a bamboo fan, and he was sleeping in the sun.

But Mu Bai brought the group to this open space and stepped forward himself. He respectfully said to the middle-aged man in his fifties:

"Teacher Zhao, these people behind me are all people who passed the first test and were exempted from the fourth level."

The man opened his eyes hazily, slowly took off the fan from his face, and sat up from the wooden recliner.

"Oh? Exemption from the test?" Zhao Wuji looked at Wukong and his group in confusion.

In his eyes, those who passed the interview basically had no strength.

"Heh, let me see what abilities these people in front of me have to avoid taking the exam."

Zhao Wuji got down from the wooden recliner, threw away his fan, rubbed his wrists, and stretched his muscles.

Open your eyes and look at the boys and girls in front of you.

"I am the assessor of the fourth level and also a teacher of this school."

"Now let me assess you."

Zhao Wuji walked towards them as a group of people.

"It seems that Lao Zhao is stronger than three years ago." Wukong thought to himself.

"I don't know if his fighting skills have changed. If they haven't, then just tell them the summary."

"Then I will play jungle, just help and support. If I want to play, I will really bully Zhao."

Goku is ready to fight.

Others were not so optimistic. Zhao Wuji was not tall, almost over 1.6 meters tall, but his strong muscles made him look like a black bear.

Just walking up to them is a lot of pressure.

"My name is Zhao Wuji, I am a level 76 attack type warrior spirit saint, and a martial spirit powerful vajra bear. As long as you can hold a stick of incense in my hand, you will pass."

After hearing Zhao Wuji's self-introduction, everyone present except Wukong was startled and turned pale.

It's not good to fight Soul Saint at this level.

Tang San's expression was extremely difficult, and he said, "Teacher, can we discuss tactics first?"

"Okay." Zhao Wuji agreed. He said he didn't believe Tang San and the others could devise any effective method to target him, but he felt a very powerful aura on Wukong, just like the man who beat him three years ago. Same.

"It's a very familiar scent. Could this guy be him?" Zhao Wuji asked doubtfully.

But he soon gave up this idea. If he was the same person three years ago, he should have made some progress in the past three years. But why is this aura the same as the one three years ago?

The group of people walked aside, and Tang San said: "Everyone, let's introduce ourselves first, and get familiar with each other's abilities. In a while, we can take care of each other."

"I'll go first. My name is Tang San, a level 29 control weapon soul master, and a martial soul blue silver grass." Tang San introduced him first.

"My name is Xiao Wu, Dancing Wu, a level 29 attack type combat soul master, and a martial soul soft-bone rabbit."

Ning Rongrong walked up to the side, opened her small mouth and a voice like a silver bell came out: "My name is Ning Rongrong, a level 26 auxiliary weapon soul master, martial soul seven treasures glazed pagoda."

Seeing Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Tang San was surprised at first. When he was queuing just now, he didn't see Ning Rongrong's martial spirit.

"Are you from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Tang San asked.

"Hmm, but I sneaked out, hehe." Ning Rongrong smiled mischievously.

"Zhu Zhuqing, level 37 agility attack type fighting spirit master, martial spirit ghost cat."

After the rest of the people finished their introductions, everyone looked at Wukong.

"Huh? It's my turn?"

"My name is Sun Wukong, you can also call me Kakarot. I am a level 35 powerful attack weapon from the Soul Sect, and the Wuhun Ruyi Golden Cudgel."