Chapter 67 (1/2)

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.