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Just a short time, Weng Zixuan has been dishevelled, the original scattered bangs broken hair, more scattered.

Scattered bangs cover half of the face, through the hair gap of the eyes, emitting a light blood color, but also through a tough indomitable forbearance.

At the moment, Weng Zixuan was dressed in rags, and his whole body was pulled hundreds of times by the branches.

Mingming branch takes off light fluttering, but does not know why, falls on Weng Zixuan's body, but lets him suddenly clothing burst.

That sharp pain is especially special. It can penetrate from the skin to the muscles and bones, which is unbearable.

But Weng Zixuan in addition to the front of the throat "hem" after a few words, all of them bear down.

Biting teeth, Weng Zixuan stubbornly insisted.

In fact, Weng Zixuan had a feeling that he couldn't hold on to.

The light branches on the body, but it is so unbearable, in addition to the kind of penetrating pain, each time the branches fall, it will make the body a crisp, the body vitality has a kind of temporary stagnation, then the whole body is weak.

Weng Zixuan gritted his teeth and insisted that he was the only man among the five students and the oldest of the five students. He was also the worst of the five students in terms of talent and accomplishments, but he was still the head of the University.

Although Weng Zixuan knows in his heart that he can't compare with the four younger sisters, he doesn't really dare to be Meng Wenjia. Jin Jiawen and others are really his junior sisters. He knows that he doesn't have the qualification at all.

But in being beaten, Weng Zixuan is stubborn hope that he can adhere to a little more, at least he is a university president.

”Pi "

once again, the branches fell down, and Weng Zixuan's left leg stomach was burning with pain. His body was crisp, his legs were soft, and finally he was paralyzed on the ground.

"Why, I can't hold on for a while."

Du Shaomu glanced at wengzi Xuan lying on the ground. The branches in his hands were pulled down without any politeness.

"Pi!"

”Can you still stand up? "

" Pi! "

"Too weak to stand up?"

"Pi!"

Weng Zixuan's back, shoulder, waist, one after another by the branches of the pumping several times.

That kind of pain unbearable, Weng Zixuan several times want to insist on standing up, but really can't stand up.

"Do you really want to be a waste, and you can't hold on to it?"

Du Shaomu's eyes were calm and indifferent, and the branches in his hands were drawn on Weng Zixuan's neck.

"Pi!"

The fierce pain, Weng Zixuan bite teeth, lower lip has bitten blood, throat hummed a sound, face ferocious, this kind of pain ordinary people can not bear.

But Weng Zixuan resisted the pain, but it was really unable to stand up.

"That's enough. What's the ability to bully a martial arts master without a foothold?"

A delicate drink spread out, the mouth is Meng Wenjia.

Looking at Weng Zixuan who was smoked, from Weng Zixuan's ferocious twisted face, it is not difficult for everyone to know that it is very painful.

But now Weng Zixuan has fallen to the ground, and Du Shaomu is so indifferent that he does not want to let go. This makes Meng Wenjia stand out.

Bullying a weak, this is what kind of ability, such a person, afraid is really not qualified to become a teacher of the world college.

At the moment, Meng Wenjia has a pair of bright eyes like stars, with jiaonu.

Du Shaomu stopped, and his eyes fell on Meng Wenjia, who opened his mouth. In his indifferent look, there was still no fluctuation in the deep black and translucent pupil. He said, "very good. It seems that you feel that you are stronger than him. OK, you are the second one. "

" although we are your students, we are not here to be slaughtered by you. "

Meng Wenjia bit her lips and stared at Du Shaomu.

Jin Jiawen, Tang Qian and Li Yao, however, dare not say anything. They immediately went to Weng Zixuan's side and helped her to get up. She also took out some acne medicine to apply to Weng Zixuan.

But when they got to Weng Zixuan's side, Jin Jiawen, Tang Qian and Li Yao were surprised to find that they thought Weng Zixuan's shabby clothes and ferocious face must have been seriously injured.

But when they approached, they found that although Weng Zixuan was ragged, his skin was intact except for a slight bruise.

I can't even see a trace of blood. I can't help feeling strange.

Mingming Weng Zixuan looks extremely painful, but why can't you see the appearance of injury.

Looking at Weng Zixuan who is out of the way and the three girls of Jin Jiawen who are helping themselves up, Weng Zixuan's eyes are moved in the cracks of his scattered hair, and then he lowers his head and does not dare to look directly at the three girls.

Du Shaomu looked at Meng Wenjia and said, "I have made it very clear that since you are my students during this period of time, you must do what I say to do. Don't say anything. I just want you to be beaten. Even if I let you die now, you have no choice!"

After a pause, Du Shaomu continued to say to Meng Wenjia, "besides, I said that you should do your best. If you can defeat me, even if you have the ability. I'm afraid that you are too weak. I'm just like a mole ant in front of me. You can't defeat me in my life. Now, even if you come across a corner of my dress, you have the ability. "On hearing the speech, Meng Wenjia's eyes twitch, her charming green and astringent beauty and her face is tender and angry.

The young man is not only arrogant, but also insulting.

"It's too deceiving. I'll see what you can do!"

Meng Wenjia couldn't help it anymore. Her hair was dancing. She called out the sword from the space storage bag. Her energy was infused into the sword. Her step and body method were extraordinary. She immediately cut her sword at Du Shaomu.

"Too slow, too weak."

"Pi..."

When Du Shaomu's voice falls, Meng Wen's beautiful eyes are surprised.

Obviously, the young teacher was in front of the sword light, but I didn't know why. It was like a flower in front of her eyes. The figure of the young teacher passed by her sword light, and then there was a burning pain on her shoulder.

It hurts. It hurts too much.

The pain penetrated from the skin to the muscles and bones, even to the heart.

"Ah..."

Meng Wenjia doesn't look like Weng Zixuan. She can't help crying out in pain.

The vitality in the body also stagnates.

"It's a pity that our strength is too weak. "

Du Shaomu said to Meng Wenjia.

"Come again!"

Meng Wenjia bit her teeth. She must have been careless.

"Hum!"

The sword is full of vitality. The sword glows, and a faint sound is heard. When the sword is pinched, Meng Wenjia launches the attack again.

This time, Meng Wenjia did her best.

How she is weak, this time the world college freshmen, whether talent or strength, she is the most advanced existence.

The light of the sword is sharp. Where it passes, the ground is covered with flying sand and stones. A faint crack on the ground is cracked.

I have to say that Meng Wenjia is not weak.

But in front of the sword light, Du Shaomu's figure passed by again. The sword light rubbed against his chest. It seemed dangerous and dangerous, but he avoided it within a millisecond.

"Pi..."

Meng Wenjia's shoulder, once again sent out the hot pain, can not help but spread out the sound of pain.

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