For Zhu Zhuqing, this is the first time she has beaten someone else's arm to pieces, and the picture of flesh and blood bursting stimulates her stomach to turn over for a while.

Behind Ma Hongjun, Qian Nawei's face turned pale, and her posture of carrying Ma Hongjun had changed, after all, she only had one hand, and she could no longer keep Ma Hongjun upright.

Her left shoulder was dripping with blood, like a thin red thread, dripping to the ground.

"Navi, let me go!" Ma Hongjun said with some horror, after all, he was still a 12-year-old child, and he didn't know what to do if something like this happened.

"It's fine." Qian Nawei shook her head, and then, she made everyone present, including the audience, the fighting spirit players who were competing next door, the referee, and Shrek teachers and students all speechless in shock.

The shoulder of the severed left arm shook rapidly, the blood stopped falling, and a small hand grew out of the wound, and then grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon grew exactly like the original arm, except for some residual tissue fluid on the skin on it, nothing else.

Shaking the palm that had grown back again, Qian Nawei carried Ma Hongjun back and flew to Zhu Zhuqing, ordering him to draw a few circles with the phoenix line of fire to surround Zhu Zhuqing, who was vomiting.

"Oh, okay, okay." Ma Hongjun hurriedly nodded, the first soul ring flashed brightly, and purple-red flames spat out from his mouth, trapping Zhu Zhuqing, who was covered in blood.

Zhu Zhuqing vomited for a while before stopping, and when she raised her head, the ring was almost full of sticky evil phoenix flames, and if she continued to fight, she couldn't jump out no matter what.

In the sky, Qian Nawei's face was no longer so pale, her martial soul had the ability to recover her physical strength, and she could automatically recover her state at all times.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the blood on the ground and the broken arm, and then at Qian Nawei's wrist that had lost her sleeve, she seemed to understand something.

"You throw in the towel." Qian Nawei said lightly.

"Well, I'll admit, I lost." As he spoke, Zhu Zhuqing stood up, pulled up his clothes with both hands, and wiped the blood on his face with his hem.

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's answer, Qian Nawei nodded, she first put Ma Hongjun outside the ring, and then flew back and hung Zhu Zhuqing outside the ring.

At the end of the fighting soul competition, Qian Nawei and Ma Hongjun each added one point, and Zhu Zhuqing lost one point.

In the next fighting spirit, the opponent encountered by Tang San and Xiao Wu's three-five combination was not very strong, and the two of them were solved by dividing five by two, and today's class in Shrek Academy was basically over.

Everyone walked out of the Great Fighting Arena, and Dean Flender arranged for Dai Mubai and others to return to the academy, leaving his descendant disciple Ma Hongjun alone.

When all the students were gone, he waved his hand and took the lead in one direction.

"Let's go."

"It's the teacher!" Ma Hongjun said excitedly, following closely behind his teacher.

Walking through the street, turning a few corners, the two entered an alley.

The alleys of the city are densely connected, one after the other, and you can often see other alleys when you walk.

When passing by an alleyway, Ma Hongjun saw two tall and sturdy figures.

"Hey, aren't these two iron-blooded brothers who were killed by Linglu in seconds?"

In the alley, two tall and sturdy figures supported each other, trembling and walking.