I'm really not the god of medicine

boom!

After a loud noise, everyone was stunned!

I saw Zhao Wuji being punched by Liu Kun for more than five meters, smashing the table behind him into pieces, and lying on the ground motionless.

The nose was bleeding and seemed to be a little crooked.

"Teacher Zhao is so weak?"

Xiao Wu came back to her senses and said this.

Because he didn't know Zhao Wuji's strength, he was only shocked for a moment.

Dai Mubai recovered from the shock when he heard this.

Looking at Xiao Wu, he said in disbelief: "You said Teacher Zhao is weak? In the academy, Teacher Zhao's strength is second only to the dean, and he is a level 76 soul saint."

"Level seventy-six? Soul Saint?"

Everyone was amazed!

Tang San was even more shocked.

The teacher once said that Soul Saint is an existence that can control the army.

But the Soul Saint was actually beaten away by an eleventh-level soul master!

Release the water?

Not only Tang San and the others had this idea, but Dai Mubai also thought that Zhao Wuji was letting off steam. .seven

After all, Liu Kun is the treasure that the dean has chosen personally.

But then I thought about it, it was impossible for Zhao Wuji's character to do such a thing. Was he really knocked down by Liu Kun's punch?

"You don't know. Teacher Zhao has a nickname in the academy called King Fudo. The martial spirit is a powerful Vajra Bear. It has no weaknesses. Even a spirit master of the same level cannot defeat Teacher Zhao."

"Teacher Zhao, the only weakness is speed, but if the difference in strength is too big, this point will be completely ignored." Dai Mubai explained again.

This time, Tang San and the others were completely shocked and dumbfounded.

The level 76 Soul Saint with no weaknesses was actually knocked down by one punch! ?

Got beaten down by a Level 11 guy?

Who would believe it?

And the initiator of all this, at this moment, looked at Zhao Wuji who fell on the ground with a smile, and muttered softly: "Xiong Da is really rough-skinned and thick-bodied."

You must know that he is now within the range of the tricycle, so whether it is attack or defense, he is invincible.

But even so, this punch made him clearly feel the pain from his fist.

It is enough to show that Zhao Wuji, a level 76 soul saint, really did not come for nothing.

"Cough cough!"

After a while, Zhao Wuji coughed twice, shook his head, and got up from the ground.

"Ahem! Boy, are you really only level 11?"

Zhao Wuji wiped the blood from his nose and gritted his teeth in pain.

He could already feel his nose being crooked.

But the little thing in front of me seems to have not used all its strength.

Liu Kun chuckled: "Teacher Zhao, don't believe it? Didn't I release a martial spirit before? You can't fake it."

"How about Teacher Zhao? Do you want to continue? It's not time for a stick of incense yet?"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, brushed off the dust on his body, twisted his neck, and made a "quacking" sound.

Said: "Boy, it seems that you have hidden a lot of things! Come on! Since we have a bet, I, Zao Wuji, want to see what you are capable of?!"

After saying that, Zhao Wuji raised his right foot and stomped it hard on the ground, and the shadow of a powerful Vajra Bear immediately appeared behind him.

Then, two yellow, two purple, and three black soul rings appeared and surrounded him.

"Roar!"

"Boy, if you attack at will, if I, Zhao Wuji, block it with my hands, I will lose!"

For a soul saint, reputation is even more precious than life. If you say you won't block it, you will never block it.

Since he just made a bet with Liu Kun, he must complete the bet.

Of course, to be on the safe side, he shamelessly released all his martial souls.

I said you don’t need to use your hands to block it, but you didn’t say you don’t use your martial soul to block it, so that’s not a lie, right?

Who knows what kind of monster this kid is?

When Tang San and others saw Zhao Wuji releasing his martial spirit, their eyes almost popped out of their heads.

But before I could be surprised, I heard Liu Kun say: "Then I'm coming!"

Then, Zhao Wuji saw the fist the size of a steamed bun hit him in the face again.

"This time my martial spirit has been released, I don't believe you can still..."

Before Zhao Wuji could finish thinking about it, he felt his nose hurt and felt sore.

Liu Kun punched him in the nose again and knocked him out.

Perhaps because of the release of his martial soul, he retreated not far this time, only three meters.

Covering his nose, Zhao Wuji burst into tears.

What kind of monster is this mother-in-law? Is it really only level 11? I've released my martial spirit, but I can't even withstand his punch?

At this time, before he could open his eyes, he saw another fist hitting his nose.

What followed was a barrage of blows, with Liu Kun hitting him one punch after another.

And Zhao Wuji had completely cried.

Tears flowed.

This bastard slaps his nose every time.

My nose is crooked!

Finally, Zhao Wuji couldn't bear it any longer and looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "The number one soul skill, Immovable Ming King Body!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked out by Liu Kun again and hit a pillar.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, his face was stained with tears, and his nose was even flattened.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's embarrassment, Dai Mubai was stunned! Tang San and the others were also stunned!

The Soul Saint released his martial soul and couldn't hold it back. Is Liu Kun still a human?

"Boy! Can you change the place to hit?! My nose is crooked!"

Liu Kun bared his teeth and smiled: "Teacher Zhao, there is still half the time, how about it? Continue?"

The corner of Zhao Wou-ki's mouth twitched.

A teenage boy has been beaten to such an extent that if he gives in again, other teachers will laugh to death if word spreads!

"continue!"

"Okay! Then I..."

"Wait a minute! I have a request!"

Just when Liu Kun was about to take action, Zhao Wuji hurriedly spoke to stop him.

"What conditions?" Liu Kun withdrew his fist.

Zao Wuji pretended to clear his throat, then straightened his nose with his hands, and said with some embarrassment: "My condition is that you are not allowed to have your nose punched!"

As soon as these words came out, Tang San and others were stunned for a moment, and then almost laughed.

No punching in the nose!

This condition... is perfect!

Just when everyone was waiting for Liu Kun to agree, they were stunned again.

Liu Kun didn't say anything, he accelerated and rushed in front of Zhao Wuji, raised his fist, and punched him in the nose.

"Ah...my..."

boom!

Liu Kun hit a straight left punch.

"Don't hit your nose...ah!"

boom!

Straight right.

boom!

boom!

what……

…………

In the screams, the fragrance is gone.

I saw Zhao Wuji holding his nose, the lower half of his face was covered in blood, lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and his whole body was twitching.

"Teacher Zhao, the time is up, have we passed the test?"

Liu Kun walked up to Zhao Wuji and squatted down to look at him with a wicked smile on his face.

He squeezed his fist a few times.

At this time, Zhao Wuji was in so much pain that he could not speak and could only nod.

In the span of one stick of incense, my nose was punched dozens of times and it was so broken. How can I talk?

At the same time, he was extremely shocked and confused.

He had already activated his martial spirit avatar just now, so there was no need to talk about defense.

But even so, his nose was still flattened, and he felt that his defense seemed to be non-existent in front of this kid.

How powerful is this?

Is it the level of a titled Douluo?