50: Ning Rongrong is hit
But when Yang Xiong found Zhao Wuji, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Zhao Wuji looked extremely miserable at the moment. His whole face was bruised and swollen. He looked injured. And these were just external injuries. I'm afraid this person wanted to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson.
Yang Xiong was speechless. It was just a simple entrance examination. How could it escalate to the point of bullying the weak? Moreover, Zhao Wuji obviously held back from the beginning to the end. He just wanted to test the strength of several new students.
Zhao Wuji seemed a little shy and a little annoyed: "Yang Xiong, isn't today your first day of school? Why did you come to me?"
Yang Xiong said quickly: "Teacher Zhao, I heard that you are in charge of the combat training of the academy. I just want to accept your guidance."
Zhao Wuji was a little angry: "Flanders should ask you to improve your condition to the best. Tonight will be your first class. You will also experience battles at that time."
Yang Xiong smiled: "Soul masters of the same level can't give me too much pressure. I want to challenge the strong, especially masters like Teacher Zhao. . "
Zhao Wuji said: "You have to think about it. I'm not in a good mood today. I want to vent. Maybe I can't stop and may hurt you. Then your class today will be a bit troublesome."
Yang Xiong nodded: "Teacher Zhao, don't worry, I won't delay the college's courses. Besides, I almost know what the college's courses are today."
Zhao Wuji thought carefully: "Okay, I just want to fight, and you just come to me, so don't blame me for being rude."
After some communication, the two went to the playground in the back mountain and fought.
Even if Yang Xiong tried his best during the whole process, he was almost suppressed in the battle with a soul saint like Zhao Wuji. When Yang Xiong's soul power was completely exhausted, and even when his physical strength was exhausted, his body was covered with various injuries. The whole person looked miserable, and even his clothes were a little tattered.
Zhao Wuji felt a little reluctant: "Let's stop the training here today. Do you want me to ask someone to treat you?"
Yang Xiong slumped on the ground: "Thank you, Teacher Zhao. My body and martial soul are special, and I have healing medicines on me. It shouldn't delay the evening classes."
After saying that, Yang Xiong took out some medicinal herbs from the soul guide and swallowed them. Sure enough, his injuries were relieved.
Zhao Wuji shook his head: "You are really a little monster. Your combat power is very good in all aspects, but you are too young and your soul power level is too low."
Yang Xiong said: "Teacher Zhao, can I ask you to come and guide me every day in the future?"
Zhao Wuji was a little puzzled: "Haven't you been taught a lesson today enough? You should know that if I accidentally fail to control my strength, you may be directly disabled."
Yang Xiong smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhao. I have a lot of recovery herbs on me, so I shouldn't be seriously injured. Besides, my martial soul is special and can only become stronger through constant fighting."
"Of course, it was a bit hard for Teacher Zhao just now. I'll invite Teacher Zhao to have a meal at the restaurant later."
Zhao Wuji shook his head: "Combat education for students is my job at Shrek Academy, and it is also my responsibility. Shrek Academy requires that teachers and students should not have any interest exchanges, so there is no need for meals."
"But you little monster is a little strange. Others are meditating in the dormitory, but you pay more attention to physical fitness training. Aren't you afraid that your soul power will not keep up in the future?"
Yang Xiong said: "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhao. This is my own way of cultivation. It is normal to be a little different from others."
Zhao Wuji sighed and left.
Yang Xiong looked at Zhao Wuji's figure and felt that Zhao Wuji was becoming more and more lovely. He was indeed a real person of temperament, and a rare person who did not pursue any interests.
After Zhao Wuji left, Yang Xiong directly found some water sources nearby, and then took out his special iron bucket from the soul guide, and soaked in the medicinal bath.
After every battle, especially after every injury, the effect of the medicinal bath will be much better, and Yang Xiong can even feel that his body is getting stronger.
With Yang Xiong's current physical condition, he can recover as soon as possible even without a medicinal bath, and the medicinal bath seems to stimulate his body more, especially his martial soul.
When Yang Xiong changed into clean clothes and returned to the dormitory, Tang San was still sitting on the bed meditating, and Oscar had not returned yet.
Apparently Tang San's nose was very sensitive: "Yang Xiong, why do I feel the scent of some medicinal herbs coming from you, and what's wrong with your injuries? Did you have a conflict with other people?"
Yang Xiong smiled: "My injuries are fine. This is the injury I got when I asked Teacher Zhao to conduct combat training just now. I should be able to recover soon."
"As for the scent of medicinal herbs on my body, I have the habit of taking a medicinal bath after every battle, so you don't have to worry."
After hearing this, Tang San had some curiosity on his face, but now everyone had just met and was not familiar with each other, so he still closed his eyes and continued to practice. Yang Xiong returned to his bed and began to meditate.
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Soon it was night time, and everyone gathered on the playground again.
But Flanders' face didn't look good: "Oscar, Ning Rongrong, have you finished running twenty laps?"
Oscar said: "Dean, I have finished."
Flanders snorted coldly: "I'm asking you two, Ning Rongrong, have you finished running too?"
Ning Rongrong seemed a little indifferent: "The distance is too far, and I'm too hungry. I can't hold on."
Flanders' face was full of coldness: "So you went to Soto City alone, and walked around the commercial street of Soto City for a few laps, and only came back just now."
Ning Rongrong was also a little angry: "You actually monitored me?"
Flanders laughed angrily: "As the dean, I must pay attention to the safety of each of you. "You left the academy without permission and did not complete the tasks assigned by the academy. You are not worthy of being an excellent soul master. If you were on the battlefield, I am afraid you would have been dealt with by military law long ago."
Ning Rongrong said: "This is just a school, not a military camp, and these are just trivial matters."
Flanders nodded: "In your eyes, it is indeed just a trivial matter, but in my eyes, the rules of the academy are above everything. Now I give you two choices, either pack up and leave, or prove that you are determined to stay here."
Yang Xiong on the side also looked at Ning Rongrong's face, but he really hoped that Ning Rongrong would turn around and leave, so that he could leave this place.
Ning Rongrong seemed very angry: "You want me to leave, Flanders, who do you think you are? You are just a little soul saint."
Everyone around was shocked when they heard this, and even Dai Mubai's face was very solemn. Obviously, the soul saint is indeed a master in the mixed world.
On the contrary, Flanders seemed unusually calm: "Yes, I am indeed just a small soul master, far inferior to your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. But you are only a great soul master now. Even if you are the most talented disciple in the history of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, you are still far behind me. The soul masters compete with each other not in power but in soul power. Since you don't think highly of this place, please leave."
Flanders seemed to glance at everyone, especially at Yang Xiong: "We at Shrek Academy don't mind having one more student. Anyone who violates the rules of the academy can leave."
Ning Rongrong was so angry that she was shaking: "Flanders, how dare you? I've grown up like this, and you... You are the first one who dares to speak to me like this."
Flanders smiled grimly: "Why should I not dare? Shrek Academy is my territory. Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect cannot interfere. Your father is reluctant to discipline you, but I have nothing to be reluctant about. In my eyes, any student here is better than you, and you have a powerful martial spirit but shame him."
Ning Rongrong was furious: "You said they are all better than me, how are they better than me?"
Flanders smiled and said: "Dai Mubai, broke through to Soul Master at the age of thirteen, the top beast martial spirit White Tiger, do you have the confidence to break through to Soul Master before the age of thirteen? Even if you are faster than him, his combat experience is much stronger than yours."
"Tang San and Xiao Wu, at the age of twelve, have already reached level 29, one level higher than your spirit power. In terms of resources and training environment, they are far inferior to you."
"As for the others, I see that they are all working hard to become stronger. Even if their spirit power is not as good as yours now, it will be easy to surpass you in the future."
Ning Rongrong was a little unwilling: "Aren't there Oscar and Yang Xiong? Are they also stronger than me?"
Flanders said: "You are totally wrong here. In terms of talent, Oscar is even better than Mu Bai. Have you ever seen a food-type spirit master with full innate spirit power?"
"As for Yang Xiong, although his spirit power is not as good as yours, his combat power and physical fitness are probably the strongest among all of you, even better than Mu Bai, and his martial spirit is special, which may open up a brand new path in the spirit master world."
The people around were also surprised to hear this, and they all began to look at Yang Xiong, especially Dai Mu Bai and Tang San, both of whom were very confident in their combat power.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong seemed unable to bear the blow, and actually ran to the dormitory crying.
After watching Ning Rongrong leave, Yang Xiong quickly said, "Dean, I'm going to go see Rongrong. Please wait for a moment."