"Xiao San, you must be strong. Don't worry, if you are stupid, I will never want you." Xiao Wu was crying beside her, but her words were so touching.
Tang San's face twitched. "I'm really touched by what you said. Seeing your sad face, I will of course choose to forgive you."
At this time, Zhao Wuji's voice came from the playground, attracting the attention of several people.
"Little brat, you were so arrogant just now? Now you are the only one who still has the fighting ability. What do you think? Do you want to admit defeat? Otherwise I will beat you up and make you cry and look for your mother everywhere." Zhao Wuji looked at Ye Zhiqiu, grinned, and clenched his fists together, making a series of "cracking" sounds.
Zhao Wuji held back on Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others, but when it came to Ye Zhiqiu, he planned to give him a good beating to vent his frustration.
"You're talking nonsense. I'm clearly still capable of fighting." Ning Rongrong, with a big mouthful of watermelon in her mouth and bulging cheeks, stared at Zhao Wuji and spoke vaguely.
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Ye Zhiqiu also smiled and shook his head. This girl was quite stubborn. Her soul power was almost exhausted and her legs were shaking so much that she could hardly stand, but she was still so stubborn.
"Stop making trouble, go watch the game with Xiao Wu and the others. I won't lose." Ye Zhiqiu pinched her smooth little face with a doting look on his face.
"Okay then." Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then left with Ye Zhiqiu's watermelon. It was so hot, and eating a bite of watermelon was truly refreshing.
Zhao Wuji raised his eyelids unhappily, "Have you discussed it? Tell me, where do you want me to hit you?"
Ye Zhiqiu didn't respond. Instead, he pointed at the Tibetan incense stick with a mischievous look on his face. "Teacher Zhao, there's only a little bit of that incense left. Are you sure you want to keep talking to me?"
Zhao Wuji glanced at the incense that only had one-fifth left, and didn't care.
This amount of time is obviously not enough.
Moreover, he has already recognized these little guys, and even if they fail the assessment, he will let them join the academy.
Now the only thing Zhao Wuji wanted to do was to vent the frustration in his heart.
This kid is so irritating no matter what he says or what he does. He seems to have a mocking face. Moreover, he shows off his love in public. How does this make Zhao Wuji, an old man in his 40s who still has no girlfriend, feel?
In addition to the resentment he had towards Tang San, Zhao Wuji made a decision to cheat.
Zhao Wuji clapped his hands together and produced a stick of incense from somewhere, which he lit.
With a flick of his hand, the incense that had just been lit shot out and stuck next to the incense that was about to burn out.
"Doesn't this give me time again?" Zhao Wuji looked indifferent, as if he didn't do this shameless thing.
"Shameless."
"Playing dirty tricks."
"Scum."
"Beast."
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong jumped up and down when they saw this scene, and they both sang the same tune to defend Ye Zhiqiu.
Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing also frowned. Isn't this too much? Where's the promised stick of incense?
Dai Mubai and Oscar looked at each other. They had been with Zhao Wuji for a long time and knew some of his temper.
The fact that Mr. Zhao would do something like this showed that he had made up his mind to achieve his own goal, even at the cost of his dignity. As for what that goal was, it was naturally to beat Ye Zhiqiu.
They both mourned for Ye Zhiqiu in silence. You were so arrogant, now you get your retribution.
I hope the scene later won't be too cruel.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the newly lit Tibetan incense stick, somewhat surprised that Zhao Wuji would resort to such a trick. However, he didn't care. Even if he asked you to light ten incense sticks, what would it matter?
Ye Zhiqiu has always been calm. Although he has never fought against a Soul Sage, it does not mean that he will be cowardly.
"Teacher Zhao, I originally wanted to beat you for one-fifth of an incense stick, but you chose to prolong the beating time. I hope you won't regret it later." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Zhao Wuji with a kind face and said meaningfully.
Zhao Wuji was stunned. Was it enough to beat him for one-fifth of an incense stick? He was going to prolong the beating?
You little bastard are so arrogant!
Even Tang San and the others who were watching were shocked. Did they hear it wrong? Did Ye Zhiqiu seem to say he wanted to beat up Teacher Zhao?
Could you please write down a draft of your bragging?
Dai Mubai waved his hands with amusement and said loudly, "Your name is Ye Zhiqiu, right? Junior, I admire your courage. If you can beat up Teacher Zhao, I, Dai Mubai, will be your little fanboy from now on."
Zhao Wuji looked at Dai Mubai and grinned, "Xiaobai, come and practice alone with me tomorrow to loosen up your muscles."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji didn't care about Dai Mubai's face that turned bitter in an instant, and looked at Ye Zhiqiu calmly and said, "Interesting, interesting. Hahaha, I, Acalanatha, Zhao Wuji, have been roaming the Douluo Continent for many years, but this is the first time I've seen such an arrogant kid like you. I hope your bones will be as hard as your mouth later. Are you ready? Okay, I'm going to do it, let me see what you can do." Zhao Wuji's expression became more serious.
He didn't mean to underestimate Ye Zhiqiu, but he didn't take it too seriously. This kid might cause him some trouble, but he never thought he would lose.
Ye Zhiqiu did not reply, but lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
This made Zhao Wuji scratch the back of his head in confusion.
After a while.
"Eight Gates of Ninjutsu, open Xiu Sheng and injure Du Jing, Six Gates~ open!" Ye Zhiqiu, who was standing in place, bent his body slightly and suddenly shouted.
In an instant, with him as the center, invisible and intangible air currents swirled and spread outward like ripples, stirring up smoke and dust all over the sky, and it seemed as if a level 13 tornado sandstorm had blown up on the field.
Ning Rongrong and the others were dozens of meters away and were affected. They couldn't help but squint their eyes, half-bend their bodies, raise their hands in front of them, try to keep their bodies steady, and squint towards the center of the storm. However, the smoke and dust were too thick and they couldn't see anything clearly.
At this moment, a violent wave of soul power spread out from the center of the smoke.
A ray of light quietly shone through the dust. This energy was like a fuse, and after it, more energy beams pierced through the dust tornado one after another.
Green
Emerald green energy that resembled soul power shot up into the sky at this moment.
The surrounding smoke and dust were instantly riddled with holes by the green rays, and Ye Zhiqiu's figure could be vaguely seen within.
At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be wearing a layer of emerald green energy coat, and this energy coat was constantly sublimating and moving from bottom to top around his body.
On this hot day with a temperature of over 30 degrees Celsius and no wind, Ye Zhiqiu's long black hair fluttered in the air, and the hem of his divine robe rustled.
The soul power fluctuations emanating from his body were too violent. His body veins were filled with soul power that seemed to want to burst his flesh. These soul powers had nowhere to go, and began to dissipate from his body, stirring up strong winds.
Zhao Wuji was a bit confused. Aren't you a Soul Master? Is this the soul power fluctuation that a Soul Master should have? Is it too late for me to replace the incense now?