Shrek College, the fourth examination room.

Zhu Zhuqing's claws, which looked like a dagger, stabbed them like this.

Zhao Wuji did not dodge and let him stab him like this.

The sound of "dang" was crisp and loud.

The Qingming of metal collision.

The cat's claws were like hitting a steel statue.

Although she worked very hard, the attack also failed.

"First Soul Skill·Waist Bow!"

Seeing this, Xiao Wu endured the discomfort and supported Sister Zhu Qing from the flank. He used his soul skill again. Ning Rongrong's amplitude and his own amplitude superimposed the state to the maximum, and launched an attack on Zhao Wuji from all directions at the fastest speed.

It only made a series of "ding ding dang" sounds.

To him, it seemed like a gentle drizzle.

No effect at all.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu was anxious, and crystal sweat remained along her neck.

This does not mean that Xiao Wu’s soul skills are not strong, but the opponent’s physique is too strong.

Is he made of steel?!

Tang San's face was also slightly ugly.

(Is this guy completely unwanted?)

He still didn't want to give up, so he rushed forward with a steady step.

The second soul ring rose and surrounded the blue silver grass.

He came close to Zhao Wuji, released his martial soul, and wanted to completely control Zhao Wuji.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing used their soul power again to support each other again.

"You little guys, haven't you eaten enough of the hardship?"

Zhao Wuji was not afraid that the grass would entangle him again, because even if he entangled him, he would easily break free. But in order to let these little guys understand how big the world is, he still took action.

"The first soul skill, the body of the Ming King is not moved!"

Another clamor like a bell, Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped on the ground with one foot, and his powerful soul power surged towards the surroundings.

Tang San and the others couldn't resist it at all and were directly dispersed.

Half of the time for an incense stick has passed.

Zhao Wuji had just used his first soul skill, and he had basically been beaten to pieces.

Ning Rongrong is very responsible and is still adding to everyone's condition.

"Hmph, if the children don't work, just surrender."

The powerful Vajra Bear is the martial soul of Zhigang Zhiyang's powerful attack beast. It is attached to Zhao Wuji's body with more powerful and domineering intentions. He fell down with a punch, preparing to give the children a final impact.

With a "boom", the fist fell to the ground again like thunder.

Broken earth and rocks splashed.

Ning Rongrong and the others had closed their eyes, as if waiting for his last blow.

Since Zhao Wuji released the soul ring, she has been able to vaguely understand the meaning of "Don't Move".

It's indeed not something they can stop.

But after waiting for a while, the powerful impact did not arrive as expected.

"Um?"

Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes, but the scene in front of her made her mouth wide open.

A thin figure raised his fist and cracks appeared in the air around him.

It was the shock force emitted from him that resisted the impact that could lift people out.

Then, the shock collided with the impact, and the sound of bean-like explosions kept coming.

Zhao Wuji was a little stunned.

The young man standing in front of him who had not taken action just now actually had four soul rings on his body.

Three purples and one black!

The Soul Sect, which is more than 40 levels, actually has a ten thousand-year soul ring!

Needless to say, this person is He Qi.

"Boy, how old are you this year?"

Zhao Wuji asked loudly during the shock and shock.

He Qi also replied loudly: "Twelve, otherwise he wouldn't have come here."

He had almost never taken action just now, as if he was observing Zhao Wuji's routine.

At this critical moment, when he saw his companions almost being destroyed, he blocked his impact with his first soul skill [Shock Dragon Fist].

Zhao Wuji was still a little shocked.

The twelve-year-old Soul Sect has seen it for the first time even in a monster academy like Shrek.

And that ten thousand-year soul ring.

At first, he thought he was confused.

This year, there are really a gathering of little monsters.

Zhao Wuji laughed: "So, you have to fight me next?"

He Qi: "After one stick of incense, as long as there is one person standing here, it is not considered a loss."

"Do you still want to stand up in my hands? Don't be too arrogant, Little Soul Sect!"

He shouted loudly, his whole body was completely covered with thick brown fur, and his height was more than three meters, which invisibly gave people a great sense of oppression.

The seven soul rings were moving back and forth, as if showing his unparalleled power.

The martial soul has been completely possessed, and that extremely heavy bear paw is the endorsement.

"Boy, if you can block my first soul skill, then try again!"

Zhao Wuji's thick body rushed over like a tank. At the same time, the third yellow soul ring suddenly lit up, and a light golden light emerged from the bear's paw, and a thick palm broke out into the air.

"The Second Soul Skill·Valoric Palm!"

He Qi has attached the third soul ring to the golden holy dragon.

The air around him became tense.

The friends lying on the ground stared wide with their eyes, feeling that their bodies were not even moving.

They were already injured by several shocks, but now the fighting spirit and momentum of the two of them were also suppressing them, making them feel breathless.

"Two times the Titans punch!"

He Qi shouted lightly, and his entire right arm turned into the arm of the Titan giant ape, and he smashed it with great force.

Zhao Wuji was slightly stunned, and the giant ape's fist collided with the bear's palm.

A loud "其" sound came out, and strong wind pressure rose from all over the world, followed by a wave of air visible to the naked eye surged towards the surroundings.

Dust and weeds were blown away.

He Qi and Zhao Wuji could both feel the extraordinary power of each other.

Both of them took fifteen steps back before stopping.

Although Zhao Wuji's second soul ring is a hundred years old, he is a soul saint, and the soul power bonus he possesses is not comparable to that of He Qi, the Soul Sect.

And Ning Rongrong had not yet fallen.

I didn't expect that this petite and weak girl was so tenacious in her bones.

She endured the strong oppression of soul power and was still using her martial soul to increase He Qi's state.

She wants to win, she wants to stay in this academy.

He Qi's double-digit King Fist and Ning Rongrong's bonus were 30% before he tied with Zhao Wuji.

"Good boy, it's really good. He can actually resist my attack head-on. Also, your soul skill is quite unique."

Zhao Wuji touched his furry nose with his bear paw and said this.

"You've been over the award."

He Qi understood that he was referring to his arm that looked inconsistent with his body.

"I underestimated you before, but if you want to hold back the time like this, I can't fulfill your wish."

Zhao Wuji said, and the third purple soul ring on his body suddenly lit up...
Chapter completed!