"If you don't want to practice, just do whatever you want."

Then he never heard of it again.

Wen Xingtian knew in his heart that Zuo Xiaoduo's current level seemed to be only innately high-level, but when it came to his real combat power, it was beyond Duoduo's.

Although many of the other thirty-five people are in the Fetal Breath Realm, when it comes to actual combat, even if they are tied together, they cannot defeat Zuo Xiaoduo. And if Zuo Xiaoduo uses the hammer, he can defeat them all in three minutes.

The stuffing of the steamed stuffed buns becomes like that even with the bones!

Not a level player at all.

This made Wen Xingtian extremely surprised and distressed at the same time.

Because Zuo Xiaoduo like this is bound to involve more of his energy.

However, Wen Xingtian's own cultivation direction and combat methods were not suitable for Zuo Xiaoduo.

This is what makes Wen Xingtian most unhappy: I am the number one famous teacher of Qianlong Gaowu, who has trained countless talents, and now he can't even teach a single student?!

This is not possible.

Where can this go?!

In a blink of an eye, it's lunch time again.

Zuo Xiaoduo and others had just entered the dining hall and immediately felt something was wrong.

The atmosphere in the dining hall is completely different from the past.

Taking a quick look, I saw that the table with the best seat was empty.

The tables next to it were all filled with bustling students, but no one was sitting on this large table that could seat more than a dozen people. The tabletop was clean, and there wasn't even a drop of vegetable soup on it. It happened to be vacant now.

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Zuo Xiaoduo looked again attentively. Nineteen boys with two-clawed golden dragons were all standing on the other side. One of them was Zhao Wensheng, who he had fought with yesterday. On the other side, there were all girls in white clothes like snow, the Zhao Wensheng of yesterday.

Female classmates are also among them, and there must be 17 or 18 of them by visual inspection!

The eyes of each of these men and women were all staring at Zuo Xiaoduo, who was stepping through the door. There were more than thirty pairs of eyes, full of fighting intent, about to break out!

The overwhelming momentum made Zuo Xiaoduo narrow his eyes.

Zhao Wensheng's face is still bruised and swollen, and several bumps on his head have not gone away. Although he cannot see it on his body, just looking at his face, it is estimated that such scars are inevitable on his body.

Zuo Xiaoduo couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Old Zhao, what happened to you? Were you beaten?"

Although I didn't hit him lightly yesterday, I didn't hit him so much.

When Zhao Wensheng heard Zuo Xiaoduo's question, his face turned red visibly, and he said bitterly: "It's not all because of you!"

Hearing this, all the classmates around him were overjoyed, swaying with laughter, and burst into laughter.

Yesterday, he and Zuo Xiaoduo lost a fight over the table. Zhao Wensheng went back after dinner, and as soon as he went to class in the afternoon, he was picked up by the class teacher and beat up!

"I fought with a first-year student over a table and actually lost! Zhao Wensheng, you are so promising, so promising!"

"Disgraceful to me!"

"It's okay if you win the fight, but you can still lose. You actually lost to a junior freshman... I let you lose, I let you lose!"

Zhao Wensheng was brutally beaten by the head teacher who had not beaten a student for half a year. For Zhao Wensheng, that beating was like a dark sky, no light from the sun and the moon, miserable desolation, and too horrible to watch.
Chapter completed!