Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Blade reminded softly, and his hands were not idle.

A sword is swung out.

He has plenty of soul power!

"Scream! Shout! No one will come to rescue you even if you break your throat!"

"Enough!"

Looking at the students of the Wild Lions who were crushed by the blade in less than thirty breaths, Zao Wou-ki took a deep breath.

If there is no healing soul master to take action, the members of the Wild Lions will have to lie in bed for at least two days!

Blackhand's Fireteam is never going to be any better than it started.

"Flender, is this really all right?" The master frowned.

"Don't look at this kid's ruthless attack, but it's just a temporary injury, and there will be no hidden danger." Flender pushed his glasses and said indifferently.

"But..." The master frowned,

"Xiao Gang, our academy is called Shrek."

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"In the future, during the blade teaching period, we will be equipped with two healing teachers above level [-]." The master nodded after being silent for a while.

"Ah."

The corners of Flender's lips twitched slightly as he watched the field beat a new team to the ground again with a blowout momentum.

Monsters should have monster training methods...

"Crazy! Crazy! What the hell are you doing at the Martial Arts Field?!"

in the infirmary.

The old man with a gray beard looked at the dozens of male and female students who were helping them in, and slammed the table hard.

This is the infirmary!Not a cafeteria!What does it mean to have dozens or hundreds of people coming at once? !

All of them are bloody!

"Oh~ the days ahead will be hard..."

A certain male student who had just received treatment looked up to the sky and sighed, and then went to the martial arts field with his fellow sufferers.

"Hey! Isn't this our Uncle Chen? Why are you in such a mess? Didn't your old man say that you will be fine when you go up?"

"What a joke! You guys looked much worse than me just now!" A certain young man with a short cut and a physique as strong as a cow turned blue and red.

"Oh! Really, let me see, tsk tsk, these panda eyes are so pretty!"

"I have a bad temper..."

"Let go of me! I want to mess with him!"

"Come on! I can't beat Teacher Daofeng, so it's easy to do you kid?!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Calm down! Let's go to the treatment and go back. Senior Blade will wait for us when it's late next time!"

"..."

"You kid don't leave after the actual combat class!"

"Hey! Wait for me, I will see how I will blow your dog's head!"

The above is the detailed process of the two teams meeting on the road and saying hello to each other.

In the martial arts hall.

Dao Feng walked down the martial arts stage and came to the cold-faced young man whose hand was broken by his blow.

The cold-faced boy took a step back subconsciously.

"What are you afraid of? Can I still eat you?" Dao Feng smiled and shook his head.

"And you, why are you so far away from me?"

It was very dissatisfied to see the people around him stay away from him like a ghost.

No one dared to go back to their original positions.

"Forget it, I didn't expect such a kind person like me to be alienated, it's sad!" Dao Feng sighed helplessly.

"Stretch out your left hand."

"Me?" The cold-faced boy glanced left and right, only to see that the surroundings were empty, and those comrades-in-arms were far away.

Dao Feng smiled and nodded: "It's you, classmate with a cold face."

Surprised with a cold face, he didn't expect that this person who was as far away as a cloud from him really remembered his name.

He stretched out his hand suspiciously.

The blade gently pinched its joints: "Hold it."