Chapter 67

As far as Zhao Wuji knows at present, ye Zhiqiu has a kind of soul skill of camouflage the soul ring, and the speed is heard to be very fast, which may surpass the soul emperor? In other words, there is a kind of long-distance blinking soul skill. As for the physical strength, the soul emperor tutor in the first level examination also said that he was not as good as him, so his constitution was abnormal.

Moreover, he seems to have a special way to resist the influence of high-level soul masters.

To sum up, this little guy is obsessed all over his body, which is not easy to deal with. Zhao Wuji, who originally wanted to solve Ye Zhiqiu's problems, turned his mind and made a decision...

Ye Zhiqiu put it last and solved other obstacles first. For example, if the little girl of Qibao Liuli Zong had no effect on her growth, the combat effectiveness of these people would have dropped by at least a large part.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji is not willing to wait any longer. The incense has been burned for a quarter of the time. He must take the initiative to fight again. This time of incense may not be enough.

"Boom"

Zhao Wuji stamped his right leg on the ground and made a burst of sound. The few floor tiles on the playground of Shrek college were shaken apart again.

With the help of the push of stamping the ground with his right leg, Zhao Wuji suddenly went straight to Ye Zhiqiu's pen, as fast as lightning. Even though he is not good at speed, the soul power of level 76 is there after all. Compared with the soul emperor Ye Zhiqiu has seen before, it is only faster than that.

"Yo, Mr. Zhao, you've done such a flagrant damage to public finance. I don't know if the headmaster will deduct your salary when he knows it..." Ye Zhiqiu looks at Zhao Wuji, who comes from the radio. His mouth is full of fun, but his eyes are full of serious look.

After all, this is level 76 soul saint. Ye Zhiqiu has no experience of fighting with such a strong soul master, so he is naturally cautious.

"Coming..." looking at Zhao Wuji getting closer and closer, ye Zhiqiu's eyes narrowed slightly. At the moment when he was close to himself, he glided sideways and crossed Zhao Wuji's left hand side directly.

"So simple to avoid?" Ye Zhiqiu has doubts in his heart. He turns his head and looks at it. He is suddenly stunned.

"Sleeping trough, good old Yin Bi."

At this time, Zhao Wuji passes by Ye Zhiqiu, but his speed does not decrease at all, and he directly rushes towards Tang San and them.

At this time, ye Zhiqiu can't react. Zhao Wuji's attack on himself is false, just a feint. It's true that he wants to eliminate Tang San first.

Just want to open the spirit of the use of flying thunder to stop Zhao Wuji's Ye Zhiqiu, action a meal, thought next. The small saplings in the greenhouse will never grow into towering trees. Maybe it's good to let junior three exercise for a while?

Reading this, ye Zhiqiu slowed down his pace and walked slowly towards Tang San and his side.

"Xiaowu ~" looked at Zhao Wuji, who was running towards several of his own people. Tang San calmly called out, and a three finger thick blue silver grass coiled out of Tang San's hands, and instantly wrapped around the waist of Xiaowu.

Blue silver grass slightly curved, like a shot put, the little dance toward the Zhao Wuji who ran to him and others in the past.

If the two people collide, the weak dance is bound to be more dangerous. But at this moment, Xiaowu can't see the slightest panic in her eyes, because she believes in Tang San.

Sure enough, running in front of Zhao Wuji, a few blue silver grass with small arms pierced the floor tiles and rose into the sky. In an instant, they wrapped themselves in Zhao Wuji.

The purpose of these bluegrass is not to entangle Zhao Wuji directly, but to slow down his speed.

Now Zhao Wuji's speed is too fast. The blue silver grass of Tang San's first soul skill can't entangle Zhao Wuji in this state. We must first limit the inertia brought by his high speed.

These BLUESILVER grass only dragged Zhao Wuji for a moment, which was torn off in the blink of an eye.

However, Zhao Wuji's speed has been successfully reduced. At this moment, the soul skills in the three bodies of the Tang Dynasty have no reservation. Around Zhao Wuji, countless blue and silver grass pierced the floor tiles and circled out. In an instant, Zhao Wuji was wrapped into a rice dumpling with only his neck and head exposed.

Little dance just arrived at this moment, and Tang San's control of everything was just right.

"First soul skill, waist bow."

In the face of such a good opportunity, Xiaowu naturally will not let go, her right hand in Zhao Wuji's head, around Zhao Wuji behind.

At the same time, his legs were wrapped around Zhao Wuji's neck. His right leg caught Zhao Wuji's chin, and his left leg and knee stood up against Zhao's back neck. His whole body suddenly twisted and tried to throw Zhao Wuji upside down at 180 degrees.

If she is the only one, with Zhao Wuji's physique, Xiaowu must be unable to shake him.

Now, there's more than one person dancing.

Tang San and Xiaowu cooperated with each other for many times, and they had a good understanding. Blue silver grass in the moment of small dance power on the top, will Zhao Wuji body with the legs off the ground.

No matter how strong a person is, he can't hold his body without roots. Zhao Wuji immediately turns 180 degrees in the air driven by the little dance and smashes his head toward the ground.

At this time, Zhao Wuji's body is full of blue and silver grass, and only when his head is exposed can he choose this kind of awkward way of falling.

She's done her best."Ha ha, it's a good match. It's fun to have a turn once in a while." Looking at the more and more close to the ground, Zhao Wuji did not have the slightest panic, but grinned inexplicably.

"Not good." The pupil of Tang San in the distance shrinks, and his hands suddenly pull back. The blue silver grass around the waist of Xiaowu suddenly turns back with the little dance.

At the moment when the little dance was pulled back, the blue and silver grass that entangled Zhao Wuji was "bang" and exploded into pieces all over the sky and scattered in all directions.

Facing the ground, Zhao Wuji hands a support, a standard back somersault, stable standing.

Tang San Xiaowu's series of attacks just now were solved in a flash. They made no effort and wasted a lot of soul power and physical strength.

At Zhao Wuji's feet, seven gorgeous soul rings have been raised. At the same time, behind him, there are two big bears with high yellow rice dumplings. They roar up to the sky silently. The yellow light spots of soul power diffuse from Zhao Wuji and float around him, making him look more powerful.

Tang San Xiaowu and others became nervous. Zhu Zhuqing, wandering around the battlefield, never found a chance. At this time, he also bit his silver teeth.

Zhao Wuji, who opens the soul of martial arts, seems to be starting to be serious. They cast their eyes and have burned a third of the fragrance. They have a slight sense of urgency in their hearts. If we go on like this, we may not pass the examination.

What is Akio doing? His fighting power should not only be like this, how can not even Miss Zhao stop a breath? Tang San is anxious to search Ye Zhiqiu's figure on the field. Finally, on a big stone, Tang San finds Ye Zhiqiu sitting in a play.

At this time, ye Zhiqiu is holding half a watermelon with a spoon in it. Seeing Tang San looking at him, he also smiles at Tang San.

Tang San has the cheek to smoke, we are in here to work hard to examine, you actually when a gourd eating masses, your conscience won't ache?

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