Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Blade is ok.

The eyes of others are already hazy.

One hundred meters, ninety-nine meters, ninety-eight meters...

When they returned to the entrance of the village and saw the master, all seven of them fell to the ground.

The master smiled.

The only thing that spoils the flavorful scene is the blade that is still standing.

Dao Feng put down the heavy back basket, nearly fell down in an instant, barely maintained his figure and stood up.

After wiping his sweat vigorously, he looked at the master and said with a smile: "Master, it is not a good habit to lie to others."

The master smiled and froze, a little embarrassed.

Dao Feng walked up to Ma Hongjun and squatted down, gently pressed his hand on his back, his soul power turned into a trickle to regulate his body...

Flender, Zao Wou-ki and several other teachers rushed over.

Zhao Wuji said: "What is Dao Feng doing?"

The master said: "He should be using his soul power to recuperate Ma Hongjun's body."

Flender's eyes were a bit complicated: "He still has some energy left."

Dao Feng withdrew his hands and stood up, walking towards Flender Zao Wou-ki and others.

After saluting to a few people with a smile, he said, "I'll leave these stinky men and stinky women to you. I'm going back to the dormitory to take a shower."

Slowly headed towards the dormitory.

The corners of Flender and the others twitched.

Smelly man, stinky woman...

Zhao Wou-ki grinned: "This kid."

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When Blade returned to the room, he found a large steaming wooden barrel.

The medicinal fragrance is elegant.

The corner of Dao Feng's mouth curled up, that's what it looks like.

and many more!

how did it get in

Do you have any rights?

Forget it, there is nothing in the room anyway...

First wash in vain.

Take another medicated bath.

Chapter 39 What an excellent girl!

Not long after the blade lay in the barrel, there was movement nearby.

The footsteps are dense and noisy, this is not the teacher of the academy!

Blade subconsciously prepared to investigate the situation.

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's voice came.

"Lift carefully! Don't bump into each other!"

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"Take off the clothes of these boys and throw them into the barrel!"

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Dao Feng retracted the black sharp blade that was already in his hand into the soul guide that was still worn around his neck.

Damn old Zhao, scared me to death.

Leaning against the barrel, Dao Feng closed his eyes.

Unknowingly fell asleep...

When I woke up, it was the scorching sun.

The fatigue of the body has almost gone.

The medicinal effect in the wooden barrel is still there, but this is mainly a restorative medicinal bath, and it doesn't make much sense to soak it any longer.

Blade got up and got out of the barrel.

After washing his body with clean water, he began to rely on his own soul power to adjust and repair his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a hero again.

But the days ahead seem to be difficult.