The flames went out, and the light dissipated.
An Zhen held a beautiful body in her arms, supporting the unstable Wu Feng.
One strike decides the outcome.
It's not that Wu Feng's strength is so weak that he will be defeated by An Zhen in one encounter, but she chose to use her strongest strike to decide the outcome right from the start. In this case, if you lose, you will not only suffer the backlash of your own strike, but also be injured by the opponent's strength.
Either win, or both lose, or be severely injured.
"Liar."
The girl put her hands on An Zhen's shoulders and her little head against An Zhen's chest. Her tone was a little slurred because of the blood in her mouth. She said viciously, "Isn't your martial soul the world!"
This is clearly a real dragon whose martial soul quality is even higher than hers.
Wu Feng felt that he was deceived.
"I didn't say that my martial soul is the Holy Dragon of Light."
How can you assume my gender.
Take off the coat and put it on Wu Feng who looked reluctant.
"Liar, I don't want it."
Both arms pushed An Zhen's chest, but it was already very difficult to lift his arms, so how could he use any strength at all.
"I'm not lying to you, be good, be obedient, I'll explain it to you later."
The boy's voice seemed to have a magical power. No, it should be said that at this moment, with the blessing of the power of light, his already irresistible affinity has become even stronger.
No creature can resist the closeness of the world.
At such a distance, the male breath of the same kind (dragon) disturbed the perception of the red dragon girl.
Wu Feng lowered her head and said nothing, allowing the other party to put the coat on her and support her.
"Sister Feng!"
Ning Tian came down from the high platform.
A figure appeared beside the two at a faster speed. It was a woman with glasses, emerald green hair and a gentle face. She raised her hand. Six textbook-level soul rings of yellow, purple and black surrounded her body. A blue lotus appeared in her hand. As a hundred-year soul ring and a ten-thousand-year soul ring lit up, a blue light shone on Wu Feng, and a lotus seed was fed into Wu Feng's mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the pale face of the red dragon girl turned a lot redder.
An Zhen handed the still weak Wu Feng to Ning Tian. A long windbreaker was taken out of the storage soul guide by the blonde girl and draped over Wu Feng, covering his beautiful and attractive curves.
"Teacher Mu, you picked up a treasure this time."
"Luck, luck."
The curly-haired woman smiled.
"Student An Zhen!"
A figure rushed to An Zhen at the fastest speed, his eyes and expression were full of excitement, "Excuse me, is the Holy Dragon of Light just now the ability of your first soul skill? Can you copy other people's martial spirits?"
Some students may not have noticed, but as teachers, they noticed that before the Holy Dragon of Light appeared, a yellow soul ring had already lit up.
"An Zhen." Mu Jin stepped forward, "This is our martial spirit department teacher Wang Yan, who has rich knowledge and research experience."
Wang Yan?
An Zhen remembered.
"I can copy, as for the rest, I can't reveal."
"Is that so."
Wang Yan was very sorry, the world martial spirit written in the file and the Holy Dragon of Light that just appeared, the former he had never heard of before, and the latter he had only seen some one-sided and simple descriptions in the information.
For him, it was a completely irresistible temptation.
"An Zhen, Teacher Wang Yan has a wealth of theoretical knowledge, which will definitely be of great help to your growth." Mu Jin advised.
"Thank you, teachers, but I don't think anyone else in this world knows my martial spirit better." An Zhen knew what the teacher meant.
This is the truth.
Other martial arts theories cannot be applied to his martial arts.
Young people
are arrogant. Mu Jin thinks so, but it is normal. This child is indeed a genius. He has the capital to be proud. But when he grows up, he will understand the teacher's intention. ...
"Student An Zhen, you are really amazing."
"Class monitor, are you free at noon today?"
"Class monitor..."
Handsome, very friendly, and with the powerful strength he just showed.
In an instant, the boy became a hot commodity.
The boys and girls surrounded him at once, and the white moonlight in the eyes of others squeezed towards the boy.
"Quiet."
Mu Jin's voice sounded, "Everyone sit down, watch the battle between other students, get to know your classmates, the next group, hurry down."
The scene of the old lady expelling students was still in the students' minds, and the students who had surrounded An Zhen dispersed at once.
In a corner of the audience seats in the fighting spirit area.
After being treated by a healing spirit master and swallowing the top-grade healing medicine brought by Ning Tian, Wu Feng's injuries have long been stable, and he will be completely healed after a rest.
"How is it?"
An Zhen came over with a smile.
"Liar."
The girl in the coat turned her head and reached out to throw a coat directly on An Zhen.
The blonde girl looked at the scene curiously. The young lady was a little puzzled by the situation in front of her. Is An Zhen very interested in Wu Feng?
"I'm not lying."
The spirit possessed him.
Two yellow spirit rings rose, and the second and first spirit rings lit up one after another.
Hot sparks fell from the sky, a heat wave came over, and a touch of red dragon scales dotted the corners of the boy's eyes like burning flames. Although he didn't turn into a dragon, Wu Feng and Ning Tian naturally recognized such a familiar scene at a glance.
"Red Dragon Martial Spirit!"
"You——"
The cherry mouth opened wide, and the cute and innocent Red Dragon girl stared at the Red Dragon boy in front of her in a daze.
"An Zhen can copy other people's martial spirits, even including people's soul skills?" Ning Tian was surprised, excluding the possibility that the other party possessed both the Holy Light Dragon and the Red Dragon Martial Spirits. After all, the quality difference between the twin martial spirits is not big.
And based on An Zhen's previous performance in a head-on confrontation with Feng Mei, I'm afraid that the power of this copy has not been much attenuated.
"Yeah."
An Zhen nodded gently.
The two girls were shocked.
It was magical, but it really happened in front of them.
"Then should someone fulfill the bet now?" The boy looked at the Red Dragon Girl with a smile. From this angle, although the rubber suit did not have that tempting white, the mysterious black under the coat also had a different kind of temptation and beauty.
"Fulfill it."
Pulling the coat on her body to cover her body, the usually reckless and tough Red Dragon Girl rarely showed a little shyness. Perhaps it was the tolerance of the world, or perhaps it was the Red Dragon Martial Spirit bowing its head when it encountered a more powerful dragon-type martial spirit.
"I remember there was a set of skirts under the girls' school uniform."
"What do you want to do!" The Red Dragon Girl raised her fist. If this guy dared to act like a hooligan, she would bite him even if she couldn't beat him.
An Zhen half squatted down, lowered her head, and whispered in the girl's ear.
"That's it?"
Wu Feng's originally nervous mood suddenly relaxed. She thought it was something improper.
The slender and powerful calves wrapped in the black latex swayed gently, and the black latex shone brightly under the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.
"No problem, I agree."
This chapter does not have enough words, so the chapter in the afternoon will start the classroom mode.