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The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Wuji coldly, then looked past him and looked at Ma Hongjun: "Did you just humiliate my daughter?"

Looking at the middle-aged man's cold gaze, Ma Hongjun's body trembled, and he subconsciously took a few steps back with a look of fear on his face.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, then his heart sank, and he turned his head in despair. How he hoped that the middle-aged man was not talking about his students!

However, looking at Ma Hongjun's pale face, Zhao Wuji felt a little dizzy...

Damn it, you little brat, what did you just do?

Looking back at the woman in black gauze standing next to the middle-aged man, and then thinking about Ma Hongjun's hobbies, Zhao Wuji felt a cold water splashing on his face, and shivered all over his body.

"Your Majesty, children are ignorant, and you, sir..."

"Zhao Wuji, if you don't want to die, go away. The former demon king actually became a teacher? What kind of bird are you with chicken feathers on your bat? Look at the students you taught, one by one, what the hell! With the help of a soul master His identity is causing trouble everywhere!"

The middle-aged man didn't need to release his soul power at all. Just standing there made Zhao Wuji feel like he couldn't breathe.

Although he was so insulted by the middle-aged man, Zhao Wuji did not dare to refute at all. The gap between the two people was so great that Zhao Wuji didn't even have the slightest desire to resist.

"Your Majesty!"

Although he was a little afraid of the middle-aged man's identity, Zhao Wuji was once a demon king who shocked the soul master world.

Therefore, even if he knew that Ma Hongjun had just offended the titled Douluo in front of him, he still had to stand up at this time.

"Your Majesty, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? Humph, Zhao Wuji, you are a good disciple who is here to teach, are you bullying anyone in our Ye family? I advise you to just go away and stay away, otherwise, I will show you what a real misunderstanding is!" "

As he spoke, the middle-aged man slowly raised his right hand. Suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm, and then slowly turned into a black iron rod more than two meters long.

At the same time, a total of nine soul rings quietly appeared, two yellow, two purple, and five black. The nine soul rings quietly stagnated on the iron rod in the middle-aged man's hand!

Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him releasing nine soul rings, Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly became extremely ugly!

"You are a titled Douluo, why should you embarrass a child?" The short man farted and spoke in a low voice. In the face of absolute strength, Zhao Wuji could only compromise and begged with a bitter look on his face.

"Okay, that's right. It's the fault of a son who doesn't teach his father, and it's the fault of a teacher who doesn't teach strictly. Since you said so, Zhao Wuji, then let's put this debt on your head as a teacher!"

Without any strong aura coming out, the middle-aged man walked towards Zhao Wuji step by step with an iron rod in hand.

Zhao Wuji took a breath of cold air, can I take back this sentence?

Seeing the middle-aged man walking towards him step by step, Zhao Wuji's heart contracted: "Your Majesty, calm down, I..."

"Zhao Wuji, lest others say that I bully the small, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. I don't use soul skills. Ten breaths. As long as you can survive ten breaths, forget it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine soul rings on the iron rod in the middle-aged man's hand disappeared instantly, but the next moment, he was already in front of Zhao Wuji.

Boom, boom, ah——

The sounds of collisions, surging sounds of energy, muffled groans, and screams resounded one after another in the crowd.

Yang Pojun on the side looked at the middle-aged man beating Zhao Wuji with his teeth bared.

It's too violent. Is this the strength of a titled Douluo?horrible!

Zhao Wuji, who was bluffing just now, was like a doll in his hands, with no room for resistance at all.

Just after ten breaths, the middle-aged man's figure flashed and returned to his original position. He took back his martial spirit and stood with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened.

The black clothes on his body didn't even show a single wrinkle, but poor Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground at this time. His head was swollen, his eyes turned black, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. , lying on the ground breathing heavily.

"Hey, go away!"

Glancing at Ma Hongjun, who was shivering behind him, the middle-aged man snorted lightly.

Looking up at the middle-aged man who was feeling cold all over his body, even though Zhao Wuji felt aggrieved now, he did not dare to argue at all.

Strength represents everything. Being able to save one's life today is considered a blessing among misfortunes.

If what he expected was true, Ma Hongjun must have become jealous and flirted with that girl over nothing!

If this is the case, to be honest, this beating was not unfair.

Only then did Oscar dare to come over and help up Zhao Wuji who was lying on the ground.

Thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

Holding back the blood boiling in his chest, Zhao Wuji slowly lowered his proud head and sighed bitterly.

"Thank you, senior, for your teachings. Zhao Wuji will keep them in mind. I will definitely discipline him more when I return."

"Hmph, you are misleading me, so get out of here..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes……"

Seeing the disgusted look on the middle-aged man's face, Zhao Wuji stopped talking nonsense and limped towards the back with Oscar's support.

He looked bitterly at Ma Hongjun, who was already stunned.

Zhao Wuji held back his grievances and murmured helplessly: "Let's go..."

At this moment, Zhao Wuji didn't have the aura of Immovable King Ming.

With depressed eyes, a lonely back, a gray face, and shaky steps, he moved dejectedly out of the town step by step...

While walking, Zhao Wuji recalled everything that had just happened with a sad expression.

My back felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on me, and I couldn't help but feel a little breathless.

"Boss Fu, are we doing everything wrong in the past?"

"It's mediocre to dare not cause trouble, but why should we cause trouble?"

"If you were here today, would you be shaken too?"

"I have never encountered a powerful person of Title Douluo level before. With the strength of our Soul Saint, we can powerfully intimidate the teachers of the Soul Master Academy, but now..."

"Teacher Zhao...I'm sorry..."

As a group of defeated soldiers slowly walked out of the town, looking at Zhao Wuji with a bruised nose and swollen face, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but have a look of shame in his eyes.

Turning to look at the pale Ma Hongjun, Zhao Wuji felt a little angry and frowned. He wanted to scold him, but after thinking about it, he sighed without interest.

Is Ma Hongjun wrong?

He's wrong, but it's not entirely his fault!

Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre. This sentence came from Flanders.

And they just adhere to this teaching concept.

Moreover, when they did this in the past, they themselves did not feel anything wrong.

Not only that, I also particularly enjoyed the arrogant feeling.

Every time I see the humiliated look on the other teacher's face, I feel a special sense of satisfaction!

It's just that this time it hit a brick wall!

If it weren't for their connivance, Ma Hongjun wouldn't be so unscrupulous and cause trouble everywhere. After all, the most fundamental reason lies with himself and Flender!

"Zhao……"

At this time, Dai Mubai's mood was extremely heavy. Looking at the depressed Zhao Wuji, he was at a loss and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Hey……"

Zhao Wuji sighed with a complicated mood, and said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine..."