Death of Douluo

Mo Fan didn't say anything more and directly extended his hand to Li Yusong.

Li Yusong took Mo Fan's arm and squeezed it briefly through his clothes. Mo Fan felt a numb electric shock on his arm, while Li Yusong frowned and looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

"It is true that the bone age is only seven years old, but not to mention the extremely well-developed muscles, the strength is also... it's amazing! I have never seen a soul master's muscle strength reach such a level! Boy What is your martial spirit? Why can’t I see it?”

As Li Yusong spoke, he continued to knead Mo Fan's arm, with a look of uncertainty on his face. After confirming that he was correct, Li Yusong looked at Mo Fan in shock, looked up and down again, and could no longer hold back his curiosity.

"Really only seven years old? Have you made any mistakes?!" Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. Although he trusted Li Yusong's bone touching, he still couldn't help but doubt at this time and directly interrupted Li Yusong's inquiry.

"Really only seven years old!" Li Yusong nodded with certainty.

"Okay, okay, I got it, let's go." Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji pulled Li Yusong away, came to Mo Fan, and looked at Mo Fan carefully.

"Isn't your muscle strength low? Boy, come on, punch with all your strength. I want to see how strong you are!" Zhao Wuji's sturdy figure was like a wall blocking Mo Fan, his expression He waved to Mo Fan disdainfully.

Mo Fan looked at Zhao Wuji and said nothing. He took a step forward with his left foot, his body's center of gravity downwards, and while his right foot moved backwards, his figure also turned to the right. He clenched his right hand and raised it, then punched out.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji grinned and blocked his right hand in front of him. Mo Fan's punch directly hit the palm of Zhao Wuji's right hand.

The next moment, Mo Fan only felt that his punch hit a hard steel plate. Zhao Wuji's strong figure always stood there, without even a trace of shaking under Mo Fan's punch.

"Tch! This strength is barely enough, far worse than what I was back then. The talent is just enough to be able to enter our Shrek Academy." Zhao Wuji still spoke harshly. When he spoke, he had already retracted his arms behind his back and put his hands on his back. Behind him, he looked at Mo Fan with the most amazing look on his face.

Only Li Yusong, who was behind Zhao Wuji, could see that the left hand behind Zhao Wuji was gently touching the palm of his right hand, and there was a clearly visible red fist mark in the palm of Zhao Wuji's right hand.

Li Yusong couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this scene from behind Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji couldn't help but darken his face when he heard Li Yusong's laughter behind him, "This kid's martial spirit is himself. You take this kid to find the dormitory first. I will personally inform Ferland when he comes back."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji turned around and left with a slightly ugly expression. After walking to a place where no one was around, he picked up his palm and rubbed it gently. While rubbing it, he muttered, "Damn, this is Why is the boy's power so terrifying, and what the hell is that soul power level?

Fortunately, I stayed calm, otherwise I would have been so embarrassed. How would I be able to teach those brats in the future? "

"It's just that the academy needs another real little monster!" Thinking of this, the expression on Zhao Wuji's face relaxed a little.

……

Li Yusong looked at Zhao Wuji's disappearing back, and the smile on his lips became even stronger. When he looked at Xiang Mofan again, there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

"My name is Li Yusong, and I am a teacher at the academy. You can call me Teacher Li. Now you can put your martial spirit away."

Mo Fan nodded and immediately withdrew his soul power. The Quincy's martial soul dissipated and the yellow soul ring returned to Mo Fan's body.

"By the way, kid, what's your name? Where are your parents? Why did you come to the college alone?" Li Yusong led Mo Fan towards the dormitory. As he walked, he also started to ask about Mo Fan's situation.

"My name is Mo Fan, and I am an orphan."

"Orphan?" Li Yusong, as a person who has experienced this, naturally noticed the cold light in Mo Fan's eyes, "It seems that he is a child with a story..."

Li Yusong didn't ask too much. After all, he was just a teacher, and there was no need to know the origins of his students.

Shrek Academy is not that big. Li Yusong introduced the current situation of the academy while leading Mo Fan towards the dormitory.

Soon we came to the dormitory, and this so-called dormitory was just an ordinary wooden house of a villager, nothing special.

"This is your dormitory." Li Yusong led Mo Fan to one of the wooden houses, opened the door and led Mo Fan inside.

"There is already one person living in this dormitory. Except for that bed, you can choose the other beds at will. There are simple beddings. Of course, if you feel uncomfortable, you can go to Soto City to buy them yourself.

As for your specific arrangements, you have to wait until Dean Fei comes back. Dean Fei usually comes back at night. In the afternoon, if you have nothing to do, you can go shopping around the college, as long as you don't disturb the villagers...

Do you have any questions? If not, I'll leave first. "

Li Yusong briefly introduced the college's rules and current situation to Mo Fan. After seeing that Mo Fan had no other problems, he went to do his own business.

As soon as Li Yusong left, Mo Fan casually found a bed, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

The old man's hatred and his own hatred of death are always urging Mo Fan to practice hard.

Mo Fan quickly immersed himself in the practice. After maybe two or three hours, Mo Fan slowly woke up. His frown seemed to tell that Mo Fan's path to practice was not so smooth.

"It's been more than a month... This black-hearted martial spirit is really black!"

After awakening the Quincy Martial Spirit, Mo Fan noticed that the Quincy Martial Spirit would also automatically absorb the spirit particles in the air when he was practicing.

But since he was resurrected from death and awakened to the state of death, things started to change.

When Mo Fan is practicing, the martial soul in this dual state will still automatically absorb the surrounding spirits. However, the martial spirit in the dual state seems not to be satisfied with this. If it doesn't absorb enough, it will absorb Mo Fan's, and not just a little. , but half!

And this state is not under Mofan’s control at all!

Therefore, whenever Mo Fan practices, half of the soul power absorbed by the practice will be directly swallowed and absorbed by the martial spirit, which directly causes Mo Fan's practice speed to drop by half.

Mo Fan himself also has many speculations about this, and among the many speculations, Mo Fan feels that the most likely reason is that his death caused the Quincy spirit to forcibly transform into the state of the god of death...