Although there are many other thirty-five people in the fetal breathing realm, when it comes to actual combat, they can't beat Zuo Xiaoduo when tied together. If Zuo Xiaoduo moves to the hammer, they can turn them all into standard bun fillings in three minutes, and they will become that kind of bones together!

Not a player of the same level at all.

This made Wen Xingtian extremely surprised and also had troubles.

Because of this kind of Zuo Xiaoduo, it will inevitably involve his greater energy.

But Wen Xingtian’s own cultivation direction and practice tactics are not suitable for Zuo Xiaoduo.

This is the most unpleasant thing about Wen Xingtian: I, the number one master of Qianlong Gaowu, have countless talents, but now I can’t even teach a student?!

This doesn't work.

Where can this work?!

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

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

The atmosphere in the canteen is completely different from the past.

After a look, I saw that the table with the best ranking was empty.

The table next to it was full of bustling students, but this big table that could sit for more than a dozen people was not seated. The tabletop was clean and there was not even a single soup on it. It was not just a coincidence that it was empty.

Zuo Xiaoduo looked at it again. The nineteen boys with two clawed golden dragons were all standing at the other end. One of them was Zhao Wensheng who fought with him yesterday. On the other side, all of them were girls with white clothes as snow. The female classmate of Zhao Wensheng was also among them yesterday. It was estimated that there were seventeen or eighteen people!

Each of these men and women was staring at Zuo Xiaoduo who was stepping into the door. More than thirty pairs of eyes were full of fighting spirit, and it was about to break out!

The momentum that came to his face made Zuo Xiaoduo narrow his eyes.

Zhao Wensheng's face was still bruised and swollen, and several bags on his head had not disappeared. Although he could not see his body, he would probably be able to see this scar on his body only by looking at his face.

Zuo Xiaoduo couldn't help but wonder: "Old Zhao, what's wrong with you? Was you beaten up?"

Although I did not do that lightly yesterday, I didn’t beat that much.

When Zhao Wensheng heard Zuo Xiaoduo’s question, his face turned red with the naked eye and said hatefully: “It’s all because of you!”

After hearing this, all the students around him were overjoyed, laughing in a slight way and laughing.

Yesterday, he lost the battle with Zuo Xiaoduo. Zhao Wensheng went back after dinner. As soon as class started in the afternoon, the head teacher picked it up and beat him up!

"I fought with a freshman in the first grade to grab the table, but I actually lost! Zhao Wensheng, you are so promising, a big prospect!"

"I lost all my face!"

"It's fine if you win the fight, you can still lose, but you actually lose to a freshman in the lower grade... I'll let you lose, I'll let you lose!"

Zhao Wensheng was beaten by the head teacher who had not beaten students for half a year. For Zhao Wensheng, the beat was so dark that the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dull, and it was miserable and terrible.
Chapter completed!