God of Douluo Hokage

Zhao Wuji's voice was like a bell, and everyone present heard it very clearly.

This sound was like a sharp ax, splitting the ice and hitting everyone's heart hard.

Tang San, Ma Hongjun and others did not dare to neglect, and quickly stopped fighting and prepared to turn back.

"Brother Yu Yi, are you okay?" Because she was frozen by the ice just now, Xiao Wu ran over quickly, hugged his arm, and asked with concern on her face.

Yu Yi touched his pair of soft and cute rabbits: "It's just a little bit of ice, how can anything happen to me? You little fool."

Xiao Wu said softly: "You were frozen just now, it really scared me to death."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Yu Yi secretly, wondering what he was thinking. Zhao Wuji's voice was like a bell, and everyone present heard it very clearly.

This sound was like a sharp ax, splitting the ice and hitting everyone's heart hard.

Tang San, Ma Hongjun and others did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly stopped fighting and prepared to turn back.

"Brother Yu Yi, are you okay?" Because she was frozen by the ice just now, Xiao Wu ran over quickly, hugged his arm, and asked with concern on her face.

Yu Yi touched his pair of soft and cute rabbits: "It's just a little bit of ice, how can anything happen to me? You little fool."

Xiao Wu said softly: "You were frozen just now, it really scared me to death."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Yu Yi secretly, wondering what he was thinking.

"Why are you still standing there? Go back and rest." Zhao Wuji shouted again.

Everyone did not dare to disobey and walked towards the hotel.

With a thought, Yu Yi's Vajra Ruyi Stick in his palm suddenly became smaller than an embroidery needle, and then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

Xiao Wu held his arm, as if she was afraid that he would be frozen again.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, Ye Zhiqiu stopped them.

Zhao Wuji turned his head: "What are you doing?"

Ye Zhiqiu said in a deep voice: "Are you a teacher from this college in Shi? Just now, your students beat our students from Canghui College. Do you want to leave like this?"

Zhao Wuji didn't look down on him at all, and said disdainfully: "What? Is Canghui College really awesome? Let me tell you, I didn't beat you hard enough!"

Zhao Wuji is also a veteran in the world of soul masters. How could he, a majestic soul saint, take advantage of a mere soul king? Otherwise, your title of "Fudo Ming King" is in vain?

"What did you say?!" Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly became furious. As he spoke, he once again released the black turtle spirit and five spirit rings, one white, two yellow, and two purple.

As soon as the black turtle spirit was released, Ning Rongrong and Oscar felt a strong pressure again.

Oscar couldn't help but swallow his saliva and thought to himself: Will Teacher Zhao be this turtle's opponent?

Just when Oscar was confused, Zhao Wuji stamped the ground with his right foot.

Boom!

With this deafening bang, the ground was cracked and gravel was scattered everywhere.

Waves of dust flew up, blocking everyone's view.

"The first soul skill: Black turtle body protection!"

Seeing this situation, Ye Zhiqiu became a little pale, and quickly released his first soul skill, and a protective shield suddenly appeared in front of the tortoise shell.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a few muffled sounds, Ye Zhiqiu's protective shield barely blocked Zhao Wuji's flat a, but cracks visible to the naked eye had appeared.

"Who the hell is this bastard?" With such doubts, Ye Zhiqiu did not dare to be careless. The third soul ring suddenly rose, and before the soul skill was released, a chill swept through the surroundings.

The third soul skill·Xuanshui surge!

At this time, Yu Yi and other Shrek students as well as the students from Canghui Academy stood in the distance, watching the duel between the two teachers.

Ye Zhiqiu's figure suddenly turned around, and a ball of water larger than a grinding plate once again condensed in mid-air, and the coldness of winter spread out in all directions again.

Zhao Wuji didn't seem to care at all about the biting cold air. He clenched his right fist tightly, and a huge fist print appeared out of thin air and hit the opponent.

"Boom!"

This punch directly penetrated Ye Zhiqiu's defensive shield and landed heavily on him.

Not only was the protective shield shattered, but his tortoise shell also showed signs of cracks. Not only that, the water ball as big as a plate in mid-air was also shattered, and Ye Zhiqiu's [water area] was instantly disintegrated.

ah!

Ye Zhiqiu howled in pain, and his whole body was blasted into the ground, creating a big hole on the ground and filled with dust.

On the other hand, Zhao Wuji not only did not use his martial soul or soul ring from beginning to end, but he was also unscathed.

This scene shocked others.

The strength of the teachers from this little-known college is so terrifying?

Zhao Wuji stepped over to the big pit in one step, looked at Ye Zhiqiu condescendingly, and snorted: "What's the matter, old bastard? Are you convinced? Do you still want to fight?"

Ye Zhiqiu was completely stunned by this punch. He stared blankly at Zhao Wuji and said nothing for a long time.

"The attack you just made was so rubbish. You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes. You'd better practice well and don't do anything embarrassing." Zhao Wuji said contemptuously. After speaking, he turned and left.

Then he left a sentence: "Old bastard, please listen to me. Not every teacher is qualified to teach students, and I, Zhao Wuji, don't have the time to teach some rubbish students. I will remember what happened today.

If you meet me, you must kneel down and kowtow three times, otherwise I will never let you go."

Ye Zhiqiu's face turned blue and white, but he did not dare to say a word and could only let Zhao Wuji leave arrogantly.

The students of Canghui College remained silent. After Zhao Wuji and his students left, they pulled Ye Zhiqiu out of the pit, who was extremely beaten and embarrassed.

Obviously, the two are not opponents of the same level at all, but it is no wonder that there is a soul saint and a soul king. The difference between the two is nearly twenty levels, and the gap between two ten thousand year soul rings. This result is completely normal.

The worries that Ning Rongrong and Oscar had before were completely unnecessary.

Zhao Wuji finally experienced the pleasure of beating people to the ground without using martial arts souls and soul rings, which could be regarded as finding some comfort in his heart.

But after all, this Ye Zhiqiu is also a defense-type battle spirit master, and he is still at the level of a quasi-divine beast. The fact that he was so easily repaired by Zhao Wuji shocked everyone a little.

Ye Zhiqiu was pulled out of the pit by students from Canghui College and helped to walk to the hotel. On the way, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Teacher, are you okay?" the only female student asked worriedly.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at his students, his eyes full of hatred: "Shi, Shrek, Zhao Wuji, don't give me a chance. If one day you fall into my hands, I want you to give me

Three hundred kowtows——"