Douluo: I have the best martial soul, which can annihilate everything

Chapter 6 Yan was seriously injured, and the news spread throughout the school

"Yan!"

Sun Chuantao and Zhou Zhou shouted and rushed over.

Xuehai is not tired yet, but she is a little tired.

You can sit down and practice for a while to replenish it, but Yan's situation may be even worse.

It would be unreasonable to run away now, so he rushed up to see Yan's injuries.

That's antimatter!Although it's not much, I really can't imagine the consequences of it exploding on a human body.

The battle just now attracted the attention of many Weimian classmates, and of course it would not be ignored by the teacher.

It is normal for classmates from Wuhundian Academy to get out of control and get injured in a fight. After all, this is a place where strong people are cultivated.

Therefore, it is very important for teachers to be on the battlefield at all times, especially assistant teachers.

"A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god! The third soul level, healing energy!"

Teacher Zhao Liwa is the auxiliary soul emperor and directly releases the martial soul Man Yue Cigar.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled a breath of immortal energy to save Yan.

"God, who hurt Yan so badly? If I had been later, he would have been disfigured!"

Zhao Wali said in surprise.

As one of the three little ones in the Wuhun Hall, Yan has the strongest defense in the two colleges of the junior high school. Of course he knows that.

To be able to hurt Yan like this, he must be a soul emperor like him!

But besides Yan, there were only three people around.

The older of the two seemed to be in an intermediate college. He had never heard of the existence of a soul emperor in an intermediate college, and there were even very few soul sects!

As for the child next to him, it's even more impossible. He looks like a six or seven-year-old baby.

If so, Zhao Wali dares to chew shit.

After hearing what Teacher Zhao said, Sun Chuantao and Zhou Zhou looked at each other in disbelief and at Xuehai.

"Oh my god! What did you do? Ahem..."

Zhao Wali couldn't breathe smoothly, and he choked on the old cigarette. Fortunately, the cigarette had a healing effect.

He simply coughed on Yan to heal his wounds!Just smoke is enough, no need to talk about the form.

"Ok!"

Xuehai looked like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head and saying.

After his cough subsided, Zhao Wali looked at Xuehai in disbelief.

"What hurts Yan, you are No. 1 in the entire junior high school!"

"You are only six years old, and you can't be more powerful than a soul warrior. How did you do it?"

Xue Hai remained silent, feeling filled with guilt.

He didn't want to either. If he hadn't forced him, he would definitely not have used the second martial spirit.

"Xuehai Twin Martial Spirits!"

Seeing Xuehai being silent on the weekend, he answered for him.

"Twin martial souls! Twin martial souls? Ahem..."

"Teacher, don't talk while smoking, it's not good for your health!" Xuehai dissuaded.

"No problem, no problem, cough cough, this smoke is not... cough cough... that smoke, this is my martial spirit, cough cough, the third soul skill has a healing effect."

Zhao Wali couldn't speak clearly, so he simply handed the cigarette to Sun Chuantao.

"Come on, smoke to heal Yan's injuries. After smoking this cigarette! My lungs hurt."

Sun Chuantao didn't dare to answer. He was just a teenager. No matter how mature he was, he wouldn't know how to smoke!

"Take it, this smoke is not that smoke!"

Zhao Wali pushed it to Sun Chuantao, and he had no choice but to take it, take a tentative sip, and then cough at Yan.

"How did you do it? Don't worry, I'm a teacher. I guarantee it with my martial spirit. It'll be fine."

"I..." Xuehai had no choice but to release his anti-matter martial spirit.

In the dark night, the firelight on Yan's body was no longer bright, and Xuehai's left hand was as dazzling as if it was holding a lantern out of thin air.

"What kind of martial spirit is this?"

Zhao Wali said what they wanted to ask.

"I...I don't know either. The teacher said to call it Sea of ​​Blood, named after my name, which is a homophone of Xuehai."

"Who is your teacher?"

"It's the Pope!"

Sun Chuantao spoke first, and his words scared Zhao Wali from saying anything more.

"Okay, okay, put it away, put it away! His Majesty the Pope really has a vision!"

Zhao Wali was still frightened. The Pope's affairs were not something that little teachers like them could inquire about casually. Of course, if they needed it in class, they could.

"Have you finished smoking? Take Yan back quickly and rest for a night!"

"Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise I would have been disfigured later!"

Zhao Wali said and carried Yan back to the dormitory.

Yan was in a coma all night and felt exhausted the next day.

"What?" He said in shock when they said he was almost disfigured. The sound spread throughout the building.

"Why is it so disfigured? Nana won't want me anymore, right? Well, Nana seems to have never opened her eyes to see me, Nana..."

Yan was about to cry but had no tears. He probably hated Xuehai to death, but who could he blame for what he had chosen?

And he couldn't even defeat a freshman, and the news quickly spread throughout the campus.

Yan, who had always been regarded as the defensive ceiling of the school, unexpectedly fell.

"Aren't you disfigured?"

Yan went to Hu Liena to complain. She glanced at him and said doubtfully.

"Almost, if Teacher Zhao hadn't been there at that time, my handsome face would have been ruined. I did it all to help you test..."

Yan wanted to cling to Hu Liena for comfort, but of course she was held back by a hand.

"I can actually break through Yan's defense. You are still a newcomer. What is the origin of this Xuehai?"

"What is a martial soul? What level of soul power is it?"

In the park, Hu Liena's brother Xie Yue, who was beside the conversation, was also very curious.

As the undisputed strongest person in the junior college, he knew that even the martial soul fusion skills with his sister might not be able to break through Yan's defense.

Even if you count the advanced colleges and tutors, few people can break through.

And a newcomer, who was not even a first-year student yesterday, actually beat Yan seriously and injured him!

This is outrageous!

"The Pope's appointed student! Just like us."

"Martial spirit blue silver grass! Eleventh level weapon spirit master!"

Hearing Yan's words, Xie Yue and Hu Liena looked confused.

"Are you kidding me? Can a Bluesilver Grass useless martial spirit seriously injure you?"

Hu Liena looked at Yan angrily and said.

"He...he has twin martial souls, and the other one is a sea of ​​blood!"

Of course, Yan asked Xue Hai before leaving. He still said it out of guilt, but asked them not to talk nonsense.

He is also asking for trouble, but it does not affect their relationship.

Although I am not in the same grade as you, but I am from the same school, you will be the pillar of Wuhun Hall from now on.

What's more, in Douluo Continent, the winner is king, who doesn't want to win?

You are so outstanding at a young age, will you do it again in the future?

Paper can't keep fire, so he told the embarrassing story of Yan's defeat on the weekend.

One word spread to ten, and ten spread to hundreds, so it quickly spread throughout the school.

Yan, who was said to have the strongest defense, was actually defeated.

Everyone actually laughed, but people only knew that Yan was defeated, not who defeated him.

The weekend can be regarded as fulfilling the promise of confidentiality.

"Yan, I heard that your defense was broken yesterday!"

Two people who were familiar with Yan passed by and saw the aggrieved Yan, so they went up to comfort him,

"It's okay. Advanced colleges will bully honest people. Tell us and we'll fight back together!"

"It's okay, it's okay, no need to worry, the senior bullies will have their own teachers to deal with them!"

Seeing that the other party's attitude didn't seem to be deliberately teasing, Yan probably didn't know that he was defeated by a newcomer, so he simply continued.

When Xieyue and Hu Liena heard this, they didn't want to expose and embarrass Yan, so they just smiled coldly.

"Let's go. Next time, remember to challenge the senior class and don't attack alone!"

News of Yan's defeat soon spread to Bibi Dongna. As a pope, it is important to keep abreast of the motives of future generations of elites.

(End of this chapter)