Douluo's Gourd

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This wait is an hour.

When the master and Tang San came out from the small woods, Tang San no longer had the confused look in his eyes, and the confident look returned to him.

Xiao Wu leaped into Tang San's arms, "Third Brother!"

Tang San said softly: "Xiao Wu, I made you worry."

He swore to himself that he couldn't let Xiao Wu cry because of him.

Seeing that Tang San had recovered, everyone was also happy for him, but before they had time to congratulate, the master's serious eyes swept over him, and everyone hurriedly stood in line.

"Since you are all familiar with your own strength, the next step is to speed up your training, especially Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar and Ning Rongrong. The five of you must at least raise your level to forty before the start of the elite competition. class."

Everyone looked at each other, with a little worry in their eyes, because it was impossible for the master to set such a simple goal.

Sure enough, the master continued: "Of course, cultivation alone is not enough, the body will rust, so every afternoon from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], exercise your body. From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], fight against each other."

"Your opponents will be the teachers in the academy."

"Oh, by the way, because we Shrek need to start from the lowest qualifying stage, so in order not to expose our strength prematurely, I found four substitute players for you, and you will be able to see them during training in the afternoon."

Ma Hongjun muttered in a low voice: "I feel that in the next period of time, I will be played to death by the master."

Wang Xiaofeng said softly: "Don't be afraid, with Oscar's sausage and Master's medicinal bath here, it's hard for you to die."

"Ah, let me die."

The master concluded: "I don't have anything to say, we're starting to disband now. By the way, you don't have to go to class from tomorrow, and I will tutor you alone."

When Ma Hongjun heard that he could not go to class, he jumped up happily, but after hearing the master's last sentence, he immediately turned into a stiff stone sculpture.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head, "Oh, poor child." There is a high probability that there will be no Tang San and him in this make-up class.

After constantly rubbing the class, Wang Xiaofeng has learned almost the knowledge taught by the college. The reason why he still goes to the classroom now is because he relaxes, and the second is that the teacher often jumps out of the textbook and tells some of his experiences. These are very precious Experience is what textbooks do not have.

Everyone walked into the wooden house, found a place at random, sat down cross-legged and began to practice.

Different auras slowly leaked out from their respective bodies, but the strange thing was that they did not compete with each other, but began to complement each other, merged, and then fed back into their respective bodies.

Only the auras of Xiao Wu and Wang Xiaofeng beside Tang San didn't blend in.

But the 'Lovesick Heartbroken Red' in Xiao Wu's bosom began to emit a delicate fragrance after she practiced, floating around Xiao Wu, unknowingly speeding up her cultivation.

Wang Xiaofeng sat by the window, a small green gourd silently suspended above his head.The sun shines on his body along the window, but it can't hide the blue light on his body.

In an invisible place, strands of golden brilliance were filtered by the gourd, continuously burning Wang Xiaofeng's muscles and bones.

Three hours later, the college cafeteria opened the window for food.

"Cuckoo." Wang Xiaofeng covered his stomach in embarrassment.

Oscar standing in front joked: "Xiaofeng, you are so hungry, didn't you just eat ten sausages to fill your stomach before you came here?"

Wang Xiaofeng said: "If you practice a lot, you will be hungry faster. You just eat too little, so your cultivation will be slow."

Oscar pointed to himself, and boasted: "Hmph, I've taken the magic medicine, I'm no longer the former dragging Oscar."

Wang Xiaofeng smiled and said: "That's hard to say, I believe you if you can be promoted to the Soul Sect. Oh, it's your turn to cook."

Oscar ordered the food, but said unrelentingly, "Hmph, we will see when the time comes."

Since being alone with Ning Rongrong for a while that day, Oscar has practiced much more diligently than before. Although Wang Xiaofeng guessed a little bit, this effort is still not enough for his goal.

So Wang Xiaofeng stimulated Oscar from time to time, making him work harder in cultivation.

After finishing lunch quickly, everyone returned to the wooden house and entered the state of cultivation.

After one day, the start of the elite competition will be cut into one day, and everyone is hurrying to practice hard.

"Okay kids, it's time for activities now." Flender's voice contained a little soul power, awakening everyone from the state of cultivation.

"Ah, how time flies so fast, I feel like I have just entered the state of cultivation." Ma Hongjun's wailing voice sounded.

"You're the one who has a lot of questions." Flender slapped Ma Hongjun on the shoulder, causing him to shrink his head in fright.

"Boss." Just as everyone stood in line, a voice suddenly came from the side.

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