Douluo: I, Zhu Zhuqing, want to kill God!

Office of the Vice President of Shrek Academy.

Zao Wuji's burly body was sitting on a chair, with his feet on the table, his body leaning back, shaking constantly, and he kept muttering: "I don't like that little hedgehog, it's too yin, and the support is not suitable for me. That's called Xiao Wu." It's not bad, someone who can be called an opponent by that monster is definitely not weak!

Zhu Zhuqing, surnamed Zhu?Damn, he couldn't be from the Xingluo Zhu family, right?Definitely not. The martial spirits of the Zhu family are all ghost cats, and the aura exuded by the evil spirit is not comparable to that of high-grade martial spirits. "

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the wounds on his body were still aching, but he didn't care about that.

The candle placed on the table was blown out by the wind. Zao Wuji caught Flanders and scolded him: "Damn, that bastard Flanders, forget about the salary you owe me and you can't give me candles of this quality." not good!"

Cursing, I relighted the candle with a fire stick, picked up the ointment on the side and applied it, although I didn't know why it felt superfluous.

"Zhao Wuji!"

A strong wind blew open the window that had just been closed, and a strong voice sounded directly in the room.

"Who!" Zhao Wuji was startled and suddenly raised his head and looked out the window.

"Come out!" His voice was heard but no one was seen.

Zhao Wuji was a little apprehensive, and after a moment's hesitation, he left the window and ran straight to the place where the sound came from. In the process, he also quietly fired a signal flare into the air.

The man in black robe standing on the branch of a tree looked at the flares blooming in the sky and was silent for a long time.

Is this King Fudo a fake?

Isn't this a bit self-centered?

Although Zhao Wuji's legs were not long, his speed was not slow at all, and he stopped under a tree in a few minutes.

"I didn't expect to see the famous Fudo Ming King in the soul master world here. I wanted to have a discussion with you on a whim." The man in black robe jumped down from the tree and walked towards Zhao Wuji step by step.

Zhao Wuji didn't pay too much attention to the two yellow soul rings. Zhao Wuji's face became a little serious about the two purple soul rings. Zhao Wuji directly summoned the martial spirit from the four black soul rings. The last soul ring was black with red. The moment he appeared, Zhao Wuji wanted to kneel down to him.

10 years...

Nine-ring Title Douluo!

Although Zhao Wuji is warlike, he also knows that although he can fight with Contra, he will never be able to defeat the power of Titled Douluo.

"Mian...Mian, please stop making such jokes, right?" Zhao Wuji felt like crying, his legs were trembling.

He has never seen a titled Douluo!

Okay, now that I've seen him, it's not a big deal, but if someone wants to beat him, it's a big problem!

"Now that they're all here, there's no need to hide them, let's go together."

As soon as the man in black robe finished speaking, a middle-aged man with square glasses fell from the sky. With a loud eagle cry, he landed next to Zhao Wuji carrying seven soul rings.

"Your Majesty." The middle-aged man bowed slightly and saluted respectfully. "I wonder if Wuji has offended you in any way?"

"If you beat the younger ones, the older ones will naturally come over to save face." The man in black robe walked towards Zhao Wuji and Flanders step by step.

Zhao Wuji thought of the little hedgehog and Zhu Zhuqing, subconsciously put the little hedgehog aside, and said speechlessly: "Your Majesty, that girl Zhuqing even beat me up, and now you want to come over and beat me up, Who should I talk to to reason with you?"

Zhao Wuji felt aggrieved.

The face of the man in black robe suddenly stiffened, and his expression became extremely unnatural. He stopped for a moment and continued to walk towards Zhao Wuji.

"One stick of incense, right? Come on, I don't need soul power. You two stick to one stick of incense under my hand, otherwise we won't finish today!" The man with the black brand extended his left hand to one side, and a hammer engraved with black gold patterns was lifted by him. Hold it in your hand.

"Hao...Haotian Hammer! Are you the Emperor of Haotian?" Flanders was frightened all over.

"Do you know me? Then tell him what my last name is?" Tang Hao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Has his child become a background? "I didn't expect Fudo Myoto to be so high-minded and look down on my children?"

After being slapped on the back of the head by Flanders, Zao Wuji's expression became even more innocent.

"Idiot, Haotian's surname is Tang! His full name is Tang Hao!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly realized it, slapped his head, and subconsciously complained: "It turns out to be that little hedgehog. I thought it was that monster Zhuqing."

Tang Hao felt a little tight in his chest and his aura became brighter.

Hard, fist hard.

"Hao Tianmian showed mercy, I offended you!" Zhao Wuji grinned. Although his calves were trembling, he still bravely moved towards Tang Hao under Flanders's astonished eyes.

Tang Hao didn't expect Zhao Wuji to be so reckless.

In fact, it wasn't that Zhao Wuji was reckless, but that he didn't feel murderous intent. He was inherently warlike, and the past few years at Shrek Academy had almost stifled him.

Titled Douluo!That is the pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent!Being able to fight a titled Douluo, Zhao Wuji felt that his life was worth it.

There was a natural chasm between the Soul Saint and the Titled Douluo, and Tang Hao could suppress Zhao Wuji with just one hand.

Zao Wou-Ki kept moving forward, and was shot away time and time again. Flanders couldn't stand it any longer.

Just when Flanders was about to stop Zhao Wuji, he was shocked to find that the aura on Zhao Wuji was slowly getting stronger, and the fierce aura was surging like a continuous wave.

"Is this... about to break through?"

"Roar!!!" Although Zhao Wuji's nose and face were bruised and swollen from the beating, he became more and more excited. He laughed and rushed forward again and again and was slapped away again and again, like an invincible Xiaoqiang.

Click!

The trees were broken by Zhao Wuji and smoke billowed.

"Level 78! I've been stuck for three years and I've made a breakthrough!" Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, looking up to the sky and laughing, as if he was mocking God's injustice.

When Zhao Wuji awakened his martial soul, his innate soul power was level seven. After countless battles, he slowly climbed up to level seventy. He just happened to be stuck in the soul saint who is not weak but definitely not strong either!

No one wants to be weak. Zao Wuji is warlike by nature but not bloodthirsty. He likes to fight hard because he thinks that is how a real man fights!

At level seventy, Zhao Wuji felt his limit.

He was unwilling to accept the slower and slower training. Until today's battle with Zhu Zhuqing, the bottleneck of level 77 was quietly loosened, and now he has completely broken it and reached level 78.

Zhao Wuji felt that this beating was worth it!

Tang Hao didn't know when he left, leaving only a voice that reached Flanders' ears.

"Boss Fu, what are you doing standing still? Why don't you help me up quickly!" Zhao Wuji choked on the smoke and glanced at the confused Flanders angrily.

"Wuji, you are so brave. That's a Titled Douluo. How dare you?" Flender dug Zhao Wuji out of the pit. "Aren't you afraid that Haotian Mian will slap you to death?"

Zhao Wuji grinned: "What are you afraid of? Is the worst possible outcome going to be death? What's more, this adventure has reached level 78, so it's worth it no matter what!"

"Congratulations." Flanders was a little envious.

He is also level 78, but has been stuck for nearly four or five years.

"This medicine is in vain." Zhao Wuji gasped, Flanders moved too much and pulled his wound. "What did Your Majesty tell you? You are very worried."

Even though Zao Wou-Ki's burly body might make you think he is a rough guy, in fact, it is Zao Wou-Ki who is the most attentive.

"Tell me not to be soft during training, and to train his son more and more when appropriate. He can't even compare to a girl. It's simply an embarrassment to him." Flanders was speechless.

Zao Wou-Ki despised Flanders and gave him a blank look.

Shrek Academy is said to be an academy, but in fact it is just a pheasant academy that does not even have a teaching qualification. Additional training?Are you talking about running circles?

theory?Don't make trouble, that's something everyone in the soul master world knows.

"What kind of look are you looking at? Do you look down on me, Flanders?" Seeing Zhao Wuji's contemptuous look, Flanders immediately became angry.

"When our brothers started making trouble with you, they were really smart." Zhao Wuji didn't care about Flanders' anger and started complaining in front of Flanders.

"Not to mention that the 12-year-old Erhuan is already a genius. He has to come up with some perverted ideas. There are a lot of random admission requirements. I'm afraid you are not smart, Flanders." Zhao. The world is clear. Wuji It's like he has opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and he complains like crazy.

"Didn't we, Shrek, also teach so many monsters?" Flanders was a little lacking in confidence, and his fists clenched loudly.

"Tch." Zhao Wuji said disdainfully and broke away from Flanders' support. "Twelve years old, second ring, as long as you don't die, the minimum achievement is Soul Saint, it's none of our business."

Flender: "..."