Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 23 Tang San: What kind of pace is this? !

The original pre-war communication turned into speculation about which teacher of Shrek Feng Yan was. At this point, Feng Yan himself felt like the fish he had caught had escaped, and was speechless.

The incense stick of time passed quickly and the few people didn't even introduce themselves.

Feng Yan was even more immersed in the kitten's soft whispers, his head felt dizzy. He couldn't win against it anyway, so he didn't even want to think about it?
"Have we discussed it yet?" Zhao Wuji's loud voice came. The four of them turned around and saw that the incense stick on the ground had burned to the end.

"Not good! It's too late to prepare!" Tang San exclaimed, and hurriedly said, "Tang San, weapon spirit Blue Silver Grass, level 29 control-type combat spirit master."

When several people reacted, they were all a little panicked.

Especially Ning Rongrong, Feng Yan felt that she seemed to be particularly flustered, and actually interrupted Xiao Wu and spoke first, "Ning Rongrong, weapon spirit Seven Treasure Glazed Tower, 26th level auxiliary weapon spirit master!"

This actually made a certain 29-year-old rabbit even more cute, puffing up her cheeks, "Xiao Wu, a beast spirit rabbit, a level strong attack spirit master."

"Zhu Zhuqing, beast martial spirit ghost civet cat, level 27 agility attack type battle spirit master."

Finally, the little cat finished introducing himself and winked at Feng Yan. Feng Yan then reluctantly introduced himself: "Yan Feng, elemental martial soul Feng, level 25 auxiliary soul master."

"You are really a bunch of little brats. I gave you time to prepare. You are either quarreling or dating. You are really good!" Zhao Wuji said speechlessly.

Fengyan was speechless. What's wrong with him falling in love? He's almost dead and doesn't care about kittens, so why can't he have a sweet love?
Now it seems that this Tang San is just average. Feng Yan thinks that if he can't beat him, the worst that can happen is that he will just run away.

He still wants to live a few more years, so there is no need to work so hard. Wouldn't it be better to spend more time with Zhu Zhuqing?

Before he died, Sword Demon Feng Yan was confident that he could train the kitten into a Titled Douluo. There was no need for him to waste time in Shrek.

So while everyone was getting ready, Feng Yan was still standing there in a daze.

“What’s wrong? Your eyes are wandering and you have no fighting spirit at all? Do you still want to join Shrek Academy?” Zhao Wuji took out a stick of incense and stuck it on the ground.

Zhao Wuji was clearly just spreading rumors, and Dai Mubai just smiled jokingly, as if he was watching a show.

Theoretically speaking, there is a chance of winning no matter how strong the opponent is.

To be honest, Feng Yan really doesn't care whether he can join Shrek, but he is the kind of person who will confront others on the spot.

The worst that can happen is that I'll kill you with all my might. This has always been Feng Yan's principle of action.

"What special skills do you have at Shrek Academy to teach students?"

"No." Zhao Wuji certainly knew that there was no one, and he told the truth. If there was, he would not be only at the Soul Saint level.

But doesn’t this give Feng Yan a chance to speak?
He spread his hands and said, "So, why do you say it as if I should be honored to join Shrek?"

"Hey!" Ning Rongrong hurriedly grabbed Feng Yan.

This is quite an extreme statement, and to put it bluntly it is a slap in Tang San's face.

After all, he had just said an incense stick ago: It is my honor to join Shrek Academy.

Zhao Wuji didn't care at all, and raised his mouth, "Hey! Boy! Are you afraid of getting beaten?"

Ning Rongrong rushed over and pulled Feng Yan away, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, please don't bother with him, this guy is not very smart!"

Then she looked serious and warned Feng Yan in a low voice: "What are you doing?!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong nodding and bowing to Zhao Wuji with an apologetic look on her face, Feng Yan rarely retorted to her.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing beside him, looked over with a determined look and said simply, "I don't want to escape anymore."

Since she was born, Zhu Zhuqing has been trying to escape from a family where relatives tortured each other.

What she wanted to tell Feng Yan was: It wasn’t that she thought it was great to join Shrek Academy, because she would definitely not be better than the best person in the world.

She just didn't want to escape the entrance exam again, especially in front of Dai Mubai.

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at Zhao Wuji behind him, "It's not impossible to win..."

This narrowing of his eyes made Tang San terrified.

He also has a way to win, and that is to use poison!
Looking at Feng Yan's eyes, it was clear that it was not just as simple as 'winning'. Seeing him like this, Tang San felt that his judgment was correct.

This Yan Feng is indeed a smiling man with a dagger hidden behind his face!

Unfortunately, Feng Yan is not a person who hides a knife behind his smile. He just simply wants to fight head-on.

At worst, throw a bunch of potions at him to poison Zhao Wuji.

But there was no need, Feng Yan did not give Tang San a chance to think any more, and said confidently: "But the condition is just to hold on for one stick of incense."

"Do you know how to fight?" Ning Rongrong looked over suspiciously.

"I don't know..." Feng Yan spread his hands and immediately returned to his careless look. Standing and punching Feng Yan's arm, Ning Rongrong said unhappily: "Then why are you pretending!"

"Hiss~ What are you doing?" Touching his hammered arm, Feng Yan seemed to be in pain, but he raised his eyebrows to Zhu Zhuqing, "Isn't there a disciple of the Sword Demon here? Zhuqing, did that person teach you a trick~"

Light footsteps, dust on silk stockings. This is a beautiful scene.

Even if Zhu Zhuqing didn't wear silk stockings, she was wearing silk stockings, which was a good opportunity for Zhao Wuji, the Soul Saint, to attack her.

"Huh! Sword Demon's disciples? The Sword Demon hasn't come out of the mountain for more than ten years, and you little kids have become Sword Demon's disciples?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji moved, smashing both fists towards the ground at the same time.

With a dull bang, the earth shook violently, and a circle of ochre-colored waves suddenly released towards the direction of the five people following the rhythm of the ground.

This shock wave was obviously focused, and all of it attacked Feng Yan and the other two.

He gently pushed Ning Rongrong and she flew backwards. The first soul ring lit up, and Feng Yan added a layer of "Light Wind Leap" for Ning Rongrong.

The two of them easily avoided Zhao Wuji's attack range.

The magical thing is that although Yan Feng seemed to have no plan when jumping, he actually hid behind Ning Rongrong in an instant, just enough to stabilize her body.

Not to mention Zhu Zhuqing, she originally had a spirit of agility attack, and she stepped on the Lingbo Weibu and just leaped into the air.

The elegant little black cat turned sideways as if dancing, avoiding Zhao Wuji's attack wave from the ground with almost the smallest movement.

"The seven treasures turned into colored glaze..."

Needless to say, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was a genius. After Ning Rongrong stood firm, her strength and speed increased by about 30% immediately.

Tang San, who was being pulled high up by the Blue Silver Grass and Xiao Wu, just happened to receive this assistance and felt his body lighten as if he had lost weight.

But Tang San's attention was still on Zhu Zhuqing at this time, because what he saw was not just Zhu Zhuqing's simple leap, but something even more terrifying.

It is like a light cloud covering the moon, or like snowflakes floating in the wind.

The sky-blue wind protected Zhu Zhuqing, who circulated her internal energy according to the directions of the sixty-four hexagrams. In the blink of an eye, she floated to Zhao Wuji's side like a black snowflake.

Just as hazy clouds were about to obscure the moonlight, Zhu Zhuqing's claw, as swift as thunder, had already crossed over Zhao Wuji's head, and was about to chop him down.

Tang San was horrified: What kind of step is this? ! Even Ghost Shadow can't do this!

What Tang San originally thought was: offense is the best defense.

If they passively take the beating at this time and let Zhao Wuji fully exert his strength, they will definitely have no chance, so it would be better to delay a little more time.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhuqing dodged left and right, and her light attack was like a breeze on Zhao Wuji's face, but she alone accomplished what Tang San wanted to do with the combined strength of everyone.

"Not bad! I want to see how long you can hide!"

For a moment, Zhao Wuji only thought that Zhu Zhuqing was fast, had no martial spirit possessed, and had not activated any soul skills, and was determined to fight head-on.

He is a level 76 Soul Saint, how can he be surpassed by a young girl Soul Master in basic attributes?

This was probably Zhao Wuji's mentality. He seemed to be hit by a taunting skill. Instead, Zhao Wuji stepped back and attacked Zhu Zhuqing with punches.

Under the surging soul power, it seems slow, but in fact it is an impenetrable fist wind.

But Zhu Zhuqing was always able to dodge Zhao Wuji's attacks dangerously and gracefully at the critical moment.

Tang San didn't even dare to use the Blue Silver Grass to help, for fear of disrupting Zhu Zhuqing's increasingly familiar movements.

It's true to say that Zhu Zhuqing's attack was graceful and elegant. At this time, not only did Dai Mubai and Oscar look like Zhu Zhuge, but even Xiao Wu's eyes lit up.

"What a beautiful attack! Hehehe! Sister Xiaowu, I'll help you out right now!"

Then she slid forward, followed by a backflip, and Xiao Wu pushed off the ground with her feet, coming to the opposite side of Zhao Wuji.

Pink soul power light surged, and as her eyes turned blood red, Xiao Wu's second soul ring lit up.

Feeling the abnormally surging yet weak mental power fluctuations, Feng Yan didn't know what was wrong with this hundred thousand year old rabbit. Wasn't she just asking for trouble?

"Don't!" In order to avoid losing a fighting force so quickly, Feng Yan hurriedly reminded.

However, it was too late. The old rabbit, pretending to be young, acted much faster than he thought.

"The second soul skill, charm!"

(End of this chapter)