Gourd of Douluo

"This one." The master glanced at the badge on the other person's chest and said solemnly: "A teacher from a military academy, I don't know what your job is."

"Haha, Shrek has trained so many talented students. Our college admires Shrek College's teaching methods very much. We need to communicate more in the future." The dark-skinned middle-aged man did not answer the master's question directly. , instead mentioned an unrelated matter.

Shrek Academy's performance in this elite competition was amazing, which at least proved that this academy is capable of cultivating some elite talents.

Regarding the exchange between the two academies, Flender decisively agreed without even thinking about it.

After all, it would not hurt Shrek to communicate with other academies, and it would also allow him to prostitute each other for nothing. The military academy's skills in cultivating tacit understanding among students had made Flanders coveted for a long time.

"Then let's make an agreement. After the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is over, we will discuss the details." The middle-aged man showed a very honest smile, said a few words, and left the lounge.

What is this teacher here for? Everyone looked at each other, and a few question marks slowly appeared on their heads. Only the master looked at the other person's leaving figure, thoughtfully.

After a while, there was another knock on the door, but this time it was a visit from an advertiser, as Zhao Wuji had speculated before.

Because it involved the sensitive issue of the Golden Soul Coin, everyone left the lounge and returned to the academy, leaving Flanders alone with them.

Wang Xiaofeng came to the audience to watch the next Xianyin Academy match against Shrek.

It's a pity that Xianyin Academy met Thunder Academy in this match. Within half a minute, Xianyin Academy was eliminated by the opponent.

Only some less important information could be obtained. For example, the seven students at Xianyin Academy were all control-type soul masters, and their martial souls were all related to musical instruments.

The attack method is probably to use sound to influence the opponent.

The strength of other attacks, the effects of soul skills, etc. are not visible at all. The gap in soul power between the two sides is really too big, and they were eliminated too quickly.

After getting the information he could get, Wang Xiaofeng pushed his wheelchair and left the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

It has to be said that after so many days of practice, Wang Xiaofeng has already mastered the wheelchair. He saw a bloated wheelchair flying quickly among the crowd. Only half an hour later, when Wang Xiaofeng left the snack street, The back of the wheelchair is already hung with food.

Medical room.

"Dang-dang-dang, I'll bring you something delicious."

Before anyone came in, the aroma of food was already wafting in.

As soon as Wang Xiaofeng opened the door, Ma Hongjun's loud voice echoed throughout the room, "He is indeed my best brother. He knows how to bring delicious food to visit me."

"Hey, everyone is awake." Wang Xiaofeng put the wheelchair into the soul guide and walked in with large and small bags of food. Facing Ma Hongjun's excited eyes, he smiled awkwardly, "Fat man, I didn't expect that. You will wake up so early and these are not for you."

Ma Hongjun's cheerful smile suddenly stiffened. Wang Xiaofeng took out a bowl of very light white porridge from the soul guide and pushed it in front of him. Ma Hongjun looked down and saw that there was really not a drop of oil or water on it. His eyes suddenly rolled. He fell weakly on the hospital bed.

Tang San on the side opened his mouth obediently and ate the food Xiao Wu handed him. Upon seeing this, he said with a smile: "Fat man, I said you were happy too early. Now you must be extremely happy and sad."

Oscar deliberately took a sip of the medicinal meal that Ning Rongrong had spent a lot of money to customize, smacked his lips and said, "Ah, it smells so good."

"You are so disgusting, I want to be alone." Ma Hongjun felt very uncomfortable facing this scene where people on the left and right were showing off their affection. He could only turn his grief into strength, pick up the white porridge and drink it 'ton ton ton' stand up.

"It looks like you are recovering well." The master walked in and found Wang Xiaofeng and the others chatting and laughing, and his mood immediately improved a lot.

Tang San smiled and said: "Teacher, I made you worry."

Wang Xiaofeng bit the big chicken drumstick with his left hand and pointed with his right hand at the two people lying on the bed at the end, "Master, why haven't Zhuqing and Mubai woke up yet?"

"I have checked. There is a strange power awakening in Zhu Zhuqing's body. According to this progress, it will probably be awakened the day after tomorrow. As for Dai Mubai..."

Speaking of Dai Mubai, the master said with rare hesitation: "It stands to reason that most of his mental power has been restored, and he should wake up around the same time as Xiao San and the others."

In terms of spirit and soul, the entire Douluo Continent has actually not been studied in depth. After all, there are too few martial souls related to the awakening of this aspect, and it is not worthy of intensifying research.

Therefore, when faced with Wang Xiaofeng's inquiry, the master could not give any advice at the moment.

Tang San suddenly said: "It's okay, I have a secret formula for treating mental power here. I'll ask Brother Feng to cook a dose for Boss Dai to take later."

Oscar suddenly realized: "Yes, I almost forgot that the mistress is also a master of herbal medicine."

Tang San said modestly: "Since ancient times, medicine and poison have always been indistinguishable. When it comes to saving people, I only have a little understanding of it."

Tai Long exclaimed: "As expected of you, young master, you are really powerful. By the way, young master, my whole body is sore. Do you think I should drink some medicine?"

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Tang San glanced at it with his Purple Demon Eyes, "Oh, you've slept for too long and your muscles are stiff. Just let Xiao Wu help you stretch your muscles later."

Tai Long suddenly broke out in cold sweat, "Well, I suddenly found that my body is not so sore anymore, so I don't have to worry about Sister Xiaowu."

After finishing lunch, Wang Xiaofeng came to the kitchen with the herbs Tang San gave him, picked up a huge casserole and started cooking.

"First put in Bupleurum, Koleba, White Peony, Salvia, Sandalwood, Schisandra chinensis, Polygonatum odoratum, ripe jujube kernels, Nocturnal vine, raw dragon bone and cook for half an hour..."

After decoction for an hour according to the prescription written by Tang San, Wang Xiaofeng walked into the hospital carrying two large bowls of medicinal soup that exuded a strong bitter taste.

"Ah, what does this smell like! Just smelling it like this makes my mouth taste bitter." Ma Hongjun stuck out his tongue with an expression of disbelief.

The taste Ma Hongjun hates most is bitterness. Although he calls himself the number one gourmet in mainland China, he never eats food related to bitterness.

Oscar nodded in agreement: "This does taste a bit unpleasant, but luckily it's not for me to drink."

The others were so smoked that they escaped from the hospital long ago, and only a few of them had no time to leave due to their health.

Tang San on the side smiled and scolded: "I don't know, this is a rare good thing."

Wang Xiaofeng had already entered the state of inner breath, and poured the medicinal soup directly into the mouths of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing with an expressionless expression.

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