Battle with Zao Wou-Ki (Please Recommend and Collect)
Seeing the two people laughing and laughing, Dai Mubai felt very uncomfortable.
So he wants revenge on Goku.
"Uh, what is that..."
Just when Dai Mubai was about to speak, Wukong suddenly said to Oscar:
"This martial spirit of yours is too weird."
"You actually need to recite that kind of spell, but the soul power replenished by your sausage is quite pure." Wukong said with a smile.
Dai Mubai was shocked as Wukong's words revealed the essence.
"How did he discover Oscar's martial soul spell?" Dai Mubai originally wanted to expose it on the spot and embarrass Wukong, but in the end, he revealed it himself. This...
"Ah, I'm sorry, you still find out. You won't mind, right?" Oscar asked Wukong cautiously, as if to test whether he was still hostile to him.
"What do you mind? When it comes to life and death or the battlefield, who will care about these things?" Wukong said to Oscar.
Sometimes Wukong really admires these people. What you eat is what you eat. Why should you be moved by words?
When you are truly hungry, the grass on the ground and the leaves on the trees smell fragrant.
Oscar's eyes filled with tears. Ever since he was young, it seems that Wukong was the only one who didn't recommend eating his sausage, and he said these words.
"Wow, brother, you understand me so well. You are the first person to take the initiative to eat my sausages, so I decided to make a few more for you for free!" Oscar said, reaching out and using his soul power. Squeeze out a few more, and his soul power is almost at its bottom now.
"roll!"
"Let me explain clearly to you what it means to take the initiative to eat your sausage."
Just as he was enjoying his meal, Oscar's soft voice suddenly said this.
Even Wukong, who has a face as thick as a city wall and a strong psychological quality, can't stand this.
An idea struck.
Wukong immediately thought, didn't Tang San and Xiao Wu also eat a little just now?
I don't mind at all, but what about the two of them?
Hey, don't blame me.
"What about that, classmate Xiao Ao, can you show us how to make this sausage spirit of yours?" Wukong looked at Oscar with a knowing expression on his face, as if to say, take off your pants and let us Look at the panties.
"This...isn't this good?" Oscar smiled awkwardly.
Hopefully it wasn't what he thought.
"Hey, what nonsense." Wukong slapped him on the head.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" He stretched out his right fist and clenched it, rubbing his wrist to indicate that if you don't do it, I will beat you.
"Oh, okay."
Xiao Wu and Tang San on the side also noticed the conversation between Wukong and Oscar. Is there something wrong with this sausage?
"Brother, is there something wrong with this sausage? Why do they two say that?" Xiao Wu asked Tang San with an indifferent expression.
Tang San also looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression. Could he have been tricked?
He feels this way.
Just when everyone's eyes turned to support Oscar, he made a decision: "Fuck! If you don't do one thing, you won't stop, let's fight!"
Against everyone's questioning looks, Oscar stretched out his right hand: "I have a big sausage!"
As soon as the sound came out, Tang San Xiaowu felt his stomach churn.
"Ugh!" Xiao Wu opened her small mouth and spit out a puddle of eight-treasure porridge.
Tang San was filled with countless new resentments, and his hatred for Wukong was now even stronger.
"Damn it, I'll beat you to death!" Xiao Wu wiped her mouth and immediately ran towards Oscar to beat him.
As for Wukong, Xiao Wu didn't dare to touch Wukong. The area where Zhu Zhuqing slapped him yesterday still hurt, so when he first came in, he didn't dare to talk to Zhu Zhuqing.
After living for 100,000 years, he is just a bit brave. He is worthy of being a rabbit.
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After this group of people finished eating and taught Oscar a lesson, they were led by Dai Mubai to the fourth level.
Along the way, Dai Mubai gave Wukong a lot of cold looks, but Wukong pretended not to notice, which made Dai Mubai angry.
Dai Mubai quickened his pace, wanting Zhao Wuji to teach Wukong a lesson quickly.
This move is good for borrowing a knife to kill people, but unfortunately the so-called Teacher Zhao in his mind had already been beaten by Wukong three years ago.
In an open area of the school, a muscular man was lying on a wooden deck chair, his face covered with a bamboo fan, and he was sleeping in the sun.
But Mu Bai brought the group to this open space and stepped forward himself. He respectfully said to the middle-aged man in his fifties:
"Mr. Zhao, these people behind me are all people who passed the first test and were exempted from the fourth level."
The man opened his eyes hazily, slowly took off the fan from his face, and sat up from the wooden recliner.
"Oh? Exemption from the test?" Zhao Wuji looked at Wukong and his group in confusion.
In his eyes, those who passed the interview basically had no strength.
"Heh, let me see if these people in front of me have the ability to be exempted from the test."
Zhao Wuji got down from the wooden recliner, threw away his fan, rubbed his wrists, and stretched his muscles.
Open your eyes and look at the boys and girls in front of you.
"I am the assessor of the fourth level and also a teacher of this school."
"Now let me assess you."
Zhao Wuji walked towards them as a group of people.
"It seems that Lao Zhao is stronger than three years ago." Wukong thought to himself.
"I don't know if his fighting skills have changed. If not, then just tell them what you have summarized."
"Then I will just play jungle and help out. If I go on, it will be too much for Old Zhao."
Wukong was ready for the battle.
Others were not so optimistic. Zhao Wuji was not tall, only about 1.6 meters, but his strong muscles made him look like a black bear.
Just walking towards them was very stressful.
"My name is Zhao Wuji, a level 76 strong attack-type combat soul saint, and my martial soul is the powerful King Kong Bear. As long as you can hold on to my hand for a stick of incense, you will pass."
After hearing Zhao Wuji's self-introduction, everyone at the scene except Wukong was shocked and pale.
It's not good to fight with a soul saint at this level.
Tang San's face was extremely difficult, and he said, "Teacher, can we discuss tactics first?"
"Okay." Zhao Wuji agreed. He said he didn't believe that Tang San and the others could design any effective methods against him, but he felt a very strong aura on Wukong, just like the person who beat him three years ago.
"A very familiar aura, this kid can't be him?" Zhao Wuji asked in confusion.
But he soon gave up the idea. If it was the person three years ago, he should have made some progress in these three years, but why is this aura the same as three years ago?
The group walked to one side, and Tang San said, "Everyone introduce yourself first, get familiar with each other's abilities, and take care of each other later."
"I'll go first, my name is Tang San, a 29th-level control system spirit master, martial spirit blue silver grass." Tang San introduced first.
"My name is Xiao Wu, the dance of Wu, a 29th-level attack-type battle spirit master, and my spirit is the soft bone rabbit."
Ning Rongrong, who was standing by, came up and opened her mouth to let out a voice like a silver bell: "My name is Ning Rongrong, a 26th-level auxiliary-type weapon spirit master, and my spirit is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda."
Seeing Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Tang San was surprised at first. When he was queuing just now, he didn't see Ning Rongrong's spirit.
"Are you from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?" Tang San asked.
"Yeah, but I sneaked out, hehe." Ning Rongrong smiled mischievously.
"Zhu Zhuqing, a 37th-level agile attack-type battle spirit master, and my spirit is the Netherworld Spirit Cat."
After the rest of the people finished introducing themselves, everyone's eyes turned to Wukong.
"Hmm? It's my turn?"
"My name is Sun Wukong, you can also call me Kakarot, a 35th-level attack-type weapon spirit master, and my spirit is the Ruyi Golden Cudgel."