I'm really not the god of medicine

Chapter 67 Tang San’s Show of Weakness

Flender's words made the master fall into thinking, his face became solemn, and his expression was more serious than ever before.

He really couldn't figure out why Liu Kun absorbed a hundred thousand year soul ring?

Tang San may have absorbed the external soul bone because of his strength and luck, but the first soul ring is a hundred thousand year soul bone. No matter how lucky he is, it is not something that humans can bear.

This situation is very strange.

Flanders couldn't help but smile when he saw the master like this.

"Xiao Gang, don't think about it. This situation has never happened in mainland legends. It's useless even if you think about it."

"This kid has been back for a long time. I can feel that he has brought back a master. He will probably be here during class tomorrow. I will introduce you to him then."

"But let me remind you again, that kid's mind is not like that of a teenager, but more like that of a middle-aged man. You must remember not to make any bets with him."

Flanders warned again worriedly.

The main reason is that Liu Kun, a master like Wuji, is weak in his hands. If the master were to attack, he would probably be killed with one punch.

"I know, I won't make any bet with him easily. By the way, I heard you said that this kid can also refine elixirs that enhance soul power and change martial souls, right?"

Flanders nodded: "The things you mentioned are only part of his abilities."

"It's just a partial ability. How many incredible abilities does he have?" The master's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Don't be surprised. The more you come into contact with him, the more you will realize that your knowledge is shallow. That kid is simply a monster who doesn't like martial arts. No matter what he does, he will refresh your previous knowledge?"

Flender's words once again plunged the master into another shocking and strange topic.

After chatting with Flanders for most of the night, I went back to rest full of doubts.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the moment when yin and yang alternate.

The sky was hazy, as if chaos had not yet begun.

Tang Seng got up early, and not long after he started practicing, the master also found him, and the two of them discussed the experience of going to the Star Dou Forest.

After learning about the situation, the master told Tang San his analysis.

Tang San also nodded happily, saying that he would do better in the future, and then the two of them started chatting about Liu Kun.

"You have been in contact with Liu Kun for a long time. What kind of person is this person? Can you tell the teacher?"

The master's expression is still so serious and unsmiling, and he seems to be stiffer than when he came.

Tang San also frowned tightly, thought for a while, and said: "Teacher, I can't see through this person, he is very strong. He has not used too many traces, but judging from his actual combat experience, it seems Not much."

"Don't have much practical experience?"

Tang San nodded: "I've seen him attack several times, and every time he almost knocked down his opponent with one punch. He didn't have any actual combat skills. It was a typical one-strength defeat of ten. From this, it can be inferred that Liu Kun is The power is very strong, and the others are not yet certain.”

"Oh, that's right! When we went to the Star Dou Forest, he always rode that strange vehicle, and his own speed was relatively slow. Judging from this, he is probably a powerful soul master."

When Tang San said this, the master became even more confused.

"You said he is a powerful soul master? But I heard from Flanders that his martial soul is a pot of medicine, right? I saw this kind of martial soul once many years ago, but it only requires a martial arts. A person without a soul has no fighting ability."

"Besides, I've come into contact with the person who possesses the martial spirit, but he can't refine any good medicine. He just works as a doctor in the countryside."

"Strange! How strange!"

The master's original thoughts on Tang San were now almost entirely transferred to this strange Liu Kun.

If he has a medicine furnace martial soul, then he can be sure that he is an auxiliary soul master.

But this person can knock down a master of level 60 or 70 with one punch, and leave the opponent unable to fight back. His strength must have reached a certain level.

In addition, the first soul ring of his martial soul is one hundred thousand years old. From this point of view, it is very likely that this young man also has a twin martial soul.

One of the twin martial spirits may even be a mutated martial spirit.

"Xiao San, if you were to fight Liu Kun with all your strength now, are you sure you could beat him?"

Tang San pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Teacher, I'm afraid even if I use hidden weapons, I might not be his opponent."

"So unsure of yourself?"

Tang San sighed, with a solemn expression and a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and said: "If it were another soul master, even if it was 20 levels higher than me, I would be sure to drag him to death."

"But facing Liu Kun, I didn't feel confident at all. I even felt like I couldn't kill him."

These words caused both of them to fall into silence.

The master had just seen Tang San's attached soul bone and the power of the mutated blue silver grass.

As a controlling spirit master, if Tang San fights with all his strength, he can indeed fight beyond the level.

But even so, when facing that boy with strong strength, he felt that he didn't have the strength to fight, so I'm afraid the gap was really too big.

The two chatted for a long time, and the sky was getting brighter, so Tang San took the master to the cafeteria.

Although breakfast was prepared in the cafeteria, it was empty.

Probably because they were too tired from driving away yesterday, no one got up.

Tang San hurriedly filled two bowls of porridge. Duan Hui went to the table and paid for one bowl for the master, keeping one bowl for himself.

Shrek Academy is already poor, so breakfast is naturally simple steamed buns, vegetables, porridge, and an egg for each person.

Looking at the breakfast in front of him, the master's brows almost turned into twists.

A zombie's face was so black that it almost reached the bottom of the pot.

He asked in a cold voice: "Is this what Flanders will give you?"

Tang San didn't mind this very much, he chuckled and said, "I think it's okay. At least it will make me full to eat in the morning. I'm always hungry when I'm in the village."

"Nonsense." The master put down the steamed bun in his hand, anger rising.

"It's time for you to grow up. Your body is the capital of everything. Without a good body, how can you persist in such intense practice?"

The master was getting angry, and Flanders' lazily voice came from outside.

The door was pushed open, and Flanders walked in unsteadily.

He raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Master, you are standing and talking without back pain. Do you know how much these little brats eat in a day?"

The master was furious, stood up and glared at Flanders and said angrily: "You have to eat whatever you want, otherwise will they be able to withstand the high-intensity training?"

Upon hearing this, Flanders rolled his eyes.

"You can buy delicacies in Soto City, but the academy is almost out of business. You want me to give them delicacies? OK! If you are willing to sponsor, I have no objection."

(End of this chapter)