: Seventy-eight. You have my style in the first half

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  In front of Yang Ming and his party, Zhao Wuji stood quietly on the ground, his body exudes an imperceptible momentum, but he did not dare to be underestimated.
   A reinforced iron-cast girdle muscle is extremely exaggerated, like a stone statue carefully carved by the most brilliant sculptor. Every inch of muscle contains explosive power.
   The broad shoulders were thick like a wall, making people have no doubt that if they were hit by his shoulders, I am afraid that they would be crushed by a fast-moving truck, and they would be directly hit by a broken bone.
  Shoes far wider than ordinary people stepped on the ground, twisted and rubbed slightly, and a faint sound of
click
came from the ground. There was a shallow crack in the ground, just enough for a loach to come out.
   Grunt!
   Yang Ming's ear moved, and he heard someone swallowing a spit, which was also captured by the momentum of the teacher Zhao in front of him.
   Yang Ming's expression narrowed, with a touch of dignity between his eyebrows.
   It has to be said that since crossing the Douluo continent, except for the occasionally bubbling Black Emperor, it is currently the most pressured by Zhao Wuji.
   Zhao Wuji clearly put on a rather polite expression, and his eyes also showed a friendly smile, but the people caught by his eyes, without exception, unconsciously tightened his muscles.
   As in nature, creatures behave in the face of predators upstream of the food chain, in shock, worry, and vigilance!
"children."
  Zhao Wuji moved his hands, feet, and wrists, making a series of creepy "click, click" sounds, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly, with a trace of inexplicable smile.
   "Since several of you are the arrogants of the sky who passed the second and third levels without a test, I will be a little more serious and come up with a little real ability to test you."
   "The content of the test is actually very simple. In a period of incense, several of you need to join forces to resist my attack. As long as one person can stick to the end, even if you pass."
   Dai Mubai was a little surprised, but he knew that Mr. Zhao Wuji was a ruthless character who was not known as King Ming, especially for his amazing defensive power.
  At the moment, Dai Mubai hesitated slightly:
   "Mr. Zhao, this is not very good, if you haven't started school, you will beat the candidates into crippling, and no students will dare to come to our Shrek College in the future."
   Zhao Wuji glared at him, without a good air:
   "Look at what you said, am I such a light and heavy person? Big deal, at most it is just to beat them down and let them lie in the hospital for a few days."
   A word that made others look embarrassed.
   Seeing that he could not persuade Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai sighed in his heart and gave Yang Ming a look of self-seeking fortune, saying:
   "You have to be careful. Teacher Zhao, he is a 76th-level soul sage, and his strength is second only to the dean."
   "Ms. Zhao's martial spirit is a vigorous King Kong bear, and its defense is extremely terrifying. Even a soul division of the same level as him may not be able to break the defense, so it also has the title of immobile king."
  Ning Rongrong's face was pale and exclaimed:
   "He turned out to be the immobile Wang Zhao Wuji, the strong man who had disappeared on the mainland for ten years?"
   The name of the person, the shadow of the tree!
   Even if Zhao Wuji has been reclusive in Shrek College for many years, his prestige will not be reduced.
  Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San were communicating, but Yang Ming crossed them and came to Zhao Wuji.
   The pupil of Tang San contracted slightly, and his face was shocked:
   "What does Yang Ming want to do?"
   After hearing this, several people who introduced themselves to each other turned around and looked towards Yang Ming.
"It's him?"
  Ning Rongrong naturally recognized Yang Ming, but the two of them were only one side.
  Yang Ming ignored other people's eyes. The reason why he stood up was because the Black Emperor said in his heart:
   "Boy, do you long for my strength?"
   "Now, it's time to give you the first test. With your own ability, within an incense stick, carry the attack of the Soul Saint in front of you!"
   "As long as you complete this test, I will upgrade your second soul ring to the millennium level."
   Yang Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to rub the Black Emperor against the ground.
  Four years!
After summoning the Black Emperor, Yang Ming originally thought that this product would test himself immediately. As a result, within four years, the Black Emperor did not even bird him. Instead, he had time to run out and dig graves for others. .
   It’s really tears!
  Since the village extermination incident, Yang Ming realized that his strength was not enough.
   Over the years, Yang Ming has squeezed almost all the available time, sleeping only four hours a day. In addition to eating and studying, he is constantly practicing.
  Improve soul power, practice swordsmanship, and perform devil training. Carry a 200-kilogram load every day for 20 kilometers, do 500 push-ups, and 500 sit-ups.
   Under such high-intensity training, Yang Ming also laid a solid foundation, even if he uses the eight-door Dunjia again now, it is more than enough to open the first four doors.
  Although the things rewarded by the system are good, many things have hidden dangers.
   For example, every time a new skill is acquired, the system will instill a lot of information. If Yang Ming can't hold it, his head will burst.
   Another example is that the summoned Black Emperor is not obedient at all.
  Yang Ming also secretly guessed this, the system is not a panacea, it is just an auxiliary tool.
  If you do not reach a certain level of strength, you will get something far beyond your own level prematurely, and you will be punished.
   In the eyes of everyone surprised and suspicious, Yang Ming clenched his fist towards Zhao Wuji and said in a deep voice:
   "Under Yang Ming~EbookFREE.me~ I want to challenge Mr. Zhao alone!"
   The expression was shocked.
  Ning Rongrong covered his mouth with his hands to avoid exposing the o-shaped opening of his lips, because this is not a lady at all, but the eyes of a pair of beautiful eyes have already revealed her inner world.
   This guy is crazy!
  Zhu Zhuqing was as indifferent as ever, but his eyes stayed a little more on Yang Ming. It seemed that he had some kind of sentimentality towards him, which was a curious emotion.
   In the past few years, Tang San and Xiao Wu have known Yang Ming's character very well, knowing that once he makes a decision, he will not easily make changes.
  The little dancer folded his hands nervously, put his fingers together and placed them on his chest, and placed a prayer shape, silently in his heart:
   "Brother, don't worry about you later."
   A hint of purple flashed in the eyes of Tang San, staring at the battlefield violently. Once Yang Ming had a bad time, he would support him.
  Thousands of people, like a ukiyo-e.
   Zhao Wuji was surprised for a while, as if he had heard some big joke, but after meeting Yang Ming's gaze, a smile of appreciation appeared on his face.
   "Boy, you are crazy enough to have half of my style."
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