Douluo, my little padded jacket system is so heartwarming!

In the afternoon that followed, under the leadership of Oscar, everyone got to know the last student besides them in Shrek, Fatty, Ma Hongjun.

But something went wrong in the process. When Ma Hongjun saw several beauties, he immediately acted like a man, and was cruelly punished by Xiao Feng.

Although he was beaten, Ma Hongjun still refused to accept it, until Xiao Feng's cultivation level was that of the Soul Emperor, and then he beat Zhao Wuji to scare him away. He acted like an Oscar and shouted, "Boss, please take me away."

In fact, Ma Hongjun's character is not bad. Although he is a bit sexy, he is still very loyal, provided that you are his brother.

At meal time, Xiao Feng gathered everyone together, and then had a nice hot pot dinner, with enough wine and drinks. These delicacies that no one had ever seen before directly ignited their appetites.

During the chatting and joking in the dining room, the relationship among the students quickly improved. The prototype of a team had already appeared among the students, and Xiao Feng had already begun to feel like the backbone of the team.

After the meal, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. They deeply felt how wonderful the treatment Xiao Feng had given them~~

But on this night, some people are happy and some people are destined to be sad, and this sad person is none other than the vice president of our Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji!

In the dead of night, the entire Shrek Academy was completely silent.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was staying alone in the room, a little unhappy and aggrieved. He really couldn't figure out one thing. He couldn't figure out how a level 76 Soul Saint like him couldn't even defeat a Soul Emperor.

He is Zhao Wuji, the Zhao Wuji who holds the title of Fudo Mingwang!

When he thought of this, Zhao Wuji suddenly stopped, "So what about Prince Fudo? Aren't you afraid of being beaten by a monster? And the murderous aura on that monster is too terrifying. How many people must be killed to have such a strong Murderous intent?"

After thinking about it, Zhao Wuji sighed faintly and said: "It's unlucky for me, I've lost a lot of face, but~~ If I can't beat you, I can't beat a few of your friends? You can't make a weapon without polishing it, although This little monster doesn’t need me to figure it out, but I can figure it out for others! Hehe~~ Do it hard!”

Having said this, Zhao Wuji showed a somewhat shameless smile.

However, in the next second, a faint voice sounded in his ears.

"Zao Wuji."

"Who!"

The moment he heard the voice, Zhao Wuji's pupils flashed with cold light, his heart suddenly lifted, and his soul power slowly circulated in his body.

"You come out."

When Zhao Wuji heard this faint voice, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He couldn't help but think in his heart - "I will go out if you ask me to? I, Zhao Wuji, don't have any face?"

Although he was thinking in his mind, the actions on his body were contrary to it. Zhao Wuji had already jumped out of the window. He was originally depressed because he was beaten during the day. At this moment, someone came to the door. He was really dozing off and gave him a pillow. " Kill someone to relieve your boredom!"

After arriving outside, the soul power in Zhao Wuji's body suddenly increased to its peak. He was cautiously alert to the surroundings and also kept looking at the movements around him. A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength, and he cannot be careless in anything, so he is very careful.

After a while, following the direction of the aura, Zhao Wuji came to a small forest outside Shrek Academy.

"Come out, I know you are here!" Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji also completed the possession of his martial soul immediately.

"Yellow-yellow-purple-purple-black-black-black!"

Seven soul rings quietly emerged, looking particularly dazzling in this late night.

The next second, a figure walked out from behind the tree in front of Zhao Wuji, and a seated figure quietly appeared on the tree trunk. Both were wearing cloaks, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but judging from their body shape and a pair of long legs, , is a man and a woman.

"Who are you!" Zhao Wuji shouted angrily, the soul power in his body surged, the shadow of the powerful Vajra Bear appeared behind him, and the violent aura spread out wantonly.

"I met Fudo Meiou in this small place. I just wanted to compete with you and stretch my muscles."

With that said, the man slowly walked towards Zhao Wuji, following his footsteps, one soul ring at a time!

step!yellow,

Two steps!yellow-yellow,

Three steps!yellow-yellow-purple,

Four steps!Yellow-yellow-purple-purple!

Five steps!Yellow-yellow-purple-purple-black!

.....

Nine steps!

Yellow-yellow-purple-purple-black-black-black-black-red!

Nine steps and nine soul rings!

When Zhao Wuji saw the eighth soul ring coming out of the man's body, his expression had already changed. When the last blood-red soul ring appeared, Zhao Wuji was completely stunned. He just murmured with trembling lips: " Titled Douluo!"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and the coldness came quietly. In front of the titled Douluo, he was nothing. In an instant, all the previous arrogance and domineering power disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly bent down and saluted, and said: "Excuse me, which senior is here? Please stop joking with me. How can I be qualified to compete with you?"

However, the man just said lightly: "What's wrong with it? During the day, didn't you bully those children very well?"I find that bullying seems good, so let me bully you too. Of course, you can think that I am bullying. "

Listening to the man's words, Zhao Wuji felt like crying. He was bullying others. He was clearly the one being bullied, right?You don't want to just run away without beating him up.

Suddenly, the man spoke again: "Now that you're here, come out. What's the difference between one and two?"

As the figure flickered, someone appeared next to Zhao Wuji. As soon as this person appeared, the expression on Zhao Wuji's face suddenly relaxed a little.

"Boss, this senior..."

Yes, it was Flanders who came. He waved his hand to Zhao Wuji and signaled him not to speak. He came to the man and saluted very respectfully: "I have seen Haotian Mianxia."

At this time, Zhao Wuji took a deep breath. After listening to Flanders' words, he finally knew who the person in front of him was.

Yes, this person is Tang Hao!Logically speaking, Tang Hao's ninth soul ring should be gone, but Xiao Feng was kind-hearted and asked the system to install a ninth soul ring for Tang Hao. Now Tang Hao's strength is 100% stronger because of this one. % The matching 10-year-old soul ring reached level 99 Peerless Douluo in one fell swoop. (Still unable to survive a move in Rui Mengmeng’s hands.)

Tang Hao said calmly: "No need to be polite, I'm here to cause trouble today."

Listening to Tang Hao's words, Flanders nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, Your Majesty, I wonder if Zhao Wuji has offended Your Majesty, could you please give me some sympathy?"

"Stop talking nonsense and stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you up too. Zhao Wuji, I won't bully you. I don't use my martial spirit, just a stick of incense. Whether you can resist it or not depends on you."

Listening to Tang Hao's words, Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly and asked: "Your Majesty Haotian, I really don't understand where I have offended you. Can you explain it clearly first? Even if I die, I must die so that I can understand."

Tang Hao snorted coldly and said, "Do you even need to tell me? If you beat the younger one, the older one will naturally have to stand up and demand justice. You took special care of my son today, so I will take care of you too!" "

With that said, Tang Hao walked towards Zhao Wuji, while Flanders stepped aside consciously. Every wrongdoer has his own debtor~~

Finally, in a burst of extremely miserable sounds, Zhao Wuji shed tears of regret, "What a child, an 80-year-old woman has collapsed!"

"A sin!"

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