Yu Xiaogang: Flender, Say Something Already!

Zhao Wuji As soon as he heard this, the fire in his chest jumped up, making his eyes red.

It's Tang San again!

He turned around suddenly, and all the Spirit Rings on his body lit up instantly - yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. The seven Spirit Rings were spinning rapidly around him, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Soul Saint-level terrifying pressure was suppressed as if it were real.

He stared hard at Tang San, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.

Like a ferocious beast that is ready to pounce and tear its prey to pieces at any time, it exudes a violent aura.

The four people Yu Tianheng, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, and Osler standing aside had no friendship with Shrek.

When he saw the battle, he took several steps back without saying a word.

The four people looked at each other in tacit understanding, leaning against the wall with their arms folded, the corners of their mouths slightly raised, as if they were watching a good show.

Anyway, it would be better if there is no fight, and it will be more lively if there is a fight. Anyway, it has nothing to do with them.

He was identified by Oscar in public, and was enveloped by Zhao Wuji's overwhelming murderous intent.

Tang San's face instantly became extremely gloomy.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, and his knuckles turned white.

He never expected that Oscar would dare to identify him so shamelessly.

That guy who usually only sells Sausage with a playful smile, today actually pointed the finger at himself in front of everyone.

What he didn't expect even more was that Zhao Wuji didn't even ask a question and just unleashed murderous intent on him indiscriminately.

It was obviously an accident!

He doesn't want to be struck by lightning either!

Who could have predicted such a thing?

Accidents during cultivation were beyond his control, so why should he be blamed?

A sinister light flashed through Tang San's eyes, and he gritted his teeth. Soul Power was secretly surging in his body, and he already had plans to resist.

"Stop!!!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded.

Yu Xiaogang rushed over in a hurry, and when he saw the tense situation at the scene, his face suddenly turned dark.

Without thinking, he rushed towards Tang San in three steps at a time, opening his arms to block Tang San, like an old hen protecting its calf.

"Zhao Wuji! What are you doing?!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted at Zhao Wuji so loudly that his voice broke.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to bully the small and attack Xiao San?"

As soon as Zhao Wuji saw Yu Xiaogang, the anger not only did not subside, but became even stronger.

Instead of taking back the pressure, he intensified it even more.

The Spirit Ring on his body shone so brightly that the ground trembled slightly.

He opened his eyes angrily and roared at Yu Xiaogang, "Yu Xiaogang! Look what your good apprentice has done!"

"Oscar almost died last time, and Hongjun is almost dead this time, and you still protect him? Do you have any sense of right and wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang was so suppressed by Soul Saint that his legs were shaking, his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

How can he, Soul Grandmaster, withstand this level of oppression?

The bones were creaking, as if they would be crushed at any moment.

He hurriedly turned his head and shouted at Flender, "Flender! Stop him quickly! Do you want him to kill Xiao San? Say something quickly!"

Flender's chest rose and fell violently before he shouted in a deep voice, "Old Zhao! Stop! Calm down!"

When Zhao Wuji heard Flender's words, he gritted his teeth and stared at Tang San, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

His fists were clenched and his whole body was like a volcano that was about to erupt at any time.

After a long while, he finally slowly put away the Spirit Ring and pressure on him.

But that gaze was still nailed to Tang San like a nail, and the anger inside did not diminish at all, but instead burned stronger and stronger.

"Save Hongjun first."

Flender's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, as if his throat was blocked by something.

He turned to the teacher next to him and shouted, his tone full of urgency. "Quick! Call the treatment Soul Master over! Carry Hongjun in! Quick!"

Several teachers quickly stepped forward, carefully lifted the stretcher, and trotted all the way towards the Academy.

Flender Watching the stretcher disappear at the end of the corridor, his whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, and his chest felt painful.

His precious apprentice, the child he had raised single-handedly since childhood, has become as black as ashes now. How can he not feel distressed? How can he not feel uncomfortable?

It was eerily quiet in the corridor. Everyone shut their mouths sensibly and even breathed a little softer on purpose.

Tang San lowered his head, and the shadow covered most of his face. No one could see his expression clearly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Half an hour later.

Ma Hongjun was placed in a separate room with the door closed.

Academy's treatment inside Soul Master was doing all he could to rescue her, and from time to time, low Soul Power waves came from the crack in the door.

Outside the house, Flender, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and several people from Imperial Fighting Team were all standing in the corridor.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless, and the air seemed to be filled with lead.

Flender has already asked Dai Mubai what happened.

Exactly what Oscar said.

It is exactly the same as what happened with Oscar last time.

"It was just an accident."

Yu Xiaogang's face was so gloomy that it could drip water, and he was the first to break the silence.

His voice was cold and hard, with unquestionable certainty.

"Xiao San never thought that he would be struck by lightning. He was also injured. You can't blame him for this."

"Accident?"

Zhao Wuji stared at him so hard that his eyes nearly popped out.

The anger that had just been suppressed suddenly popped up again.

"Twice! It was him both times!"

"Both times were the critical moments for others to absorb Spirit Ring, and he made a move!"

"How could there be such a coincidence? Tell me, how could there be such a coincidence!"

"Zhao Wuji, please don't make trouble unreasonably!"

Yu Xiaogang also became angry, with the veins on his neck bulging out, and shouted at Zhao Wuji:

"Did Xiao San do it on purpose?"

"What reason does he have for wanting to harm Ma Hongjun? Tell me!"

"Why did he want to harm him? Can you tell?"

Zhao Wuji was so choked by this attack that he couldn't speak. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

Yes, they have no evidence that Tang San did it on purpose.

No matter how angry you are, no matter how suspicious you are, no matter how much you want to beat this kid up, it will be of no use.

You can't really do anything to Tang San just because of an "accident", right?

Flender's expression is also extremely ugly.

He didn't believe it if it was just a coincidence.

But he had no evidence and couldn't say anything.

Finally, Flender closed his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said in a deep voice, "This matter is over here, and we are not allowed to mention it again in the future."

"The most important thing now is to treat Hongjun's injuries."

After he said this, his eyes fell on the closed door. His eyes were full of heartache and exhaustion, and his whole person seemed to have aged ten years.

Yu Xiaogang was obviously relieved when he heard this.

Without saying a word, he turned around and walked away with Tang San, walking as fast as if he was afraid of being stopped again.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Wuji looked at the backs of their master and apprentice and was so angry that he punched the wall with a muffled sound.

A ferocious gap instantly opened in the hard wall, and debris fell down.