"You're the captain of your team, do you have what a captain should look like? Killing and biting someone, regardless of leaving his teammates to fend for himself, is this what a captain should do? ”

When the angry soul was ashamed, he saw someone in the audience mouthing him, his teeth clenched, and his eyes widened angrily.

He understood: Good grandson, come and bite your grandfather!

"It seems that the Angry Soul Shoes have a lot of opinions about me, and when the others go down, I will give him a chance to express his dissatisfaction." Blade faintly looked at the angry soul who was glaring at him and gritting his teeth.

"Nope! No! Teacher, I'm not glaring at you, I'm glaring at that bastard! Seeing Blade's misunderstanding, the angry soul hurriedly pointed to someone in the audience behind Blade.

The blade turned around, and someone immediately put away their grimace and stood in the line meticulously.

"Although Ling Yun was eliminated by you, his overall performance is far above you, you should learn from him."

Blade turned around, and Ling Yun grimaced again.

The angry soul bowed his head and was silent, his forehead bruised, and his fists clenched.

He just learns from a dog, and he won't look at that slut too much!

And then a hand fell lightly on his broad shoulder.

Well?

"Only the weak are manipulated by emotions, are you weak?"

Looking into Blade's eyes, there was an urge in the angry soul's heart.

"Answer me."

"It's not." The angry soul blushed.

"Your voice is not confident."

"It's not!"

"Still not confident enough."

Blade shook his head and came to Fury's side.

"Use the most confident voice to tell him if you are weak or not."

The blade pointed at Ling Yun, who had just put away his grimace.

The angry soul watched Ling Yun's fists bulge and took a long breath

"Not !!"

These two words echoed for a long time in the martial arts hall.

"Good!"

"You must always remember that you are a strong man, and the strong are never controlled by emotions!"

"Yes!!" The angry soul replied loudly with his hands and legs.

"And you! Remember them all!! ”

The blade swept the audience on and off the stage.

"Yes!!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji glanced at each other.

Zao Wou-Ki grinned: "It's rare, I didn't expect this kid to have this hand." ”

Looking at the injured students in the field, but as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, the master's stiff face twitched unnaturally.

He had used this method before, but it didn't work even a tenth of the blade......

The strength of the speaker himself determines the weight and effect of the words, and the master can deeply understand the true meaning of the words at this moment.

"Blade, this kid is a real surprise." Liu Erlong looked at the blade on the field and pursed his lips and smiled.

The master's face darkened.

The training is not over, and the next step is to play in groups.

After arranging the battle order in detail, Blade moved out of the chaise longue and lay on it, reading the book as if no one was there.

As for the trainees' training with injuries, in the words of Blade, since it is a minor injury, it is not an injury.

It's also thanks to Shrek's rich family background and a lot of healers, otherwise it's like Blade, not to mention cultivating these students Xie Yuan into talents, it's not bad if they don't train them to become firewood!

The martial arts arena has become an endless battlefield.

Flender and the others also went on the road with peace of mind after determining that Blade was so good at teaching.

Zhu Zhuqing came to the blade with a large number of male students swallowing saliva, whispering a few words in his ear, not allowing other little girls to leave to practice.

The eyes of many female students dimmed a little.

"You kid is leisurely, but it's hard for the old man."

The gray-bearded old man came to Blade's side and complained.

"You have great powers, so you can work hard."

Blade chuckled.

He is no stranger to this old man, after all, they are all old buddies who drink tea together.

"You kid......" The old man was very angry.

"Are you really not going to go out and hone and hone?"

"No, just eat and wait for death in Shrek."

Old man: "......"

He was also very helpless about the salted fish.

Looking at the students on the stage who were bleeding from the head, he suddenly sighed softly: "It's good to be young!" ”

I think he was the same at the beginning...... He was beaten to the ground like this.

Those green years are really nostalgic~

In the martial arts arena, there is only fighting, resting, fighting.

It's dusk in the blink of an eye.

"What a fulfilling day!" The focus in Blade's eyes shifted from scattered to scattered, and he got up and stretched.

"That's the end of today's training."

For example, the students who had just been fished out of the pool almost cheered when they heard this.

Other teachers take actual combat classes, and those who are lazy or something will be criticized and punished.

But being lazy in this blade teacher's class is going to be cut!

After Ling Yun's thorn was taken to the first aid by a sword, no one dared to die!

Ling Yun, who was inexplicably hit by a sword, was the most puzzled, master, aren't you reading a book?!

It's hard to do~

"Teacher, can't you really eat?" A girl lying on the ground panting violently looked at Blade pitifully.

Blade smiled: "The cafeteria is there, and I can't keep an eye on you all the time, so it's up to you to decide whether to eat or not." ”

With that, he turned and walked out.

Looking at the dashing back of the blade, the hungry teenagers and girls looked at each other.

This......

"You can't eat this rice." A voice rang out.

Everyone looked at it, it was a sweaty cold face.

"Cold noodles, are you crazy?" One of the people in his team was gasping for breath, and Matt was surprised.

They didn't even eat lunch that day.

"Who is he?" Leng Mian didn't answer, but pointed to the exit.

"Blade-sensei?"

"Hmm."

"It's our teacher!"

Leng Mian shook his head.

"He is recognized as the strongest genius in the entire continent, a terrifying monster with soul saint-level combat power at the forty-third level! Now he is only fifteen years old, and he is already forty-eight! ”

"He agrees that we are strong, the question is, are we really worthy?"

These words were tantamount to a sharp knife stabbing into the hearts of everyone present.

yes, is it worthy......

"So except for the five groups of Red Phosphorus, Fan Jian, and Angry Soul, no one else can go to eat, at least let themselves be deserved."

……

"Whoever you love to eat this meal, I don't eat it anyway!!"

"That's right! Don't eat! ”

"His grandmother's, Mr. Blade is such a good person, and he doesn't look down on us, so there's no reason for us to look down on ourselves!"

"No more! Isn't it just a meal?! ”

……

"Gollum—"

Quiet.

Everyone looked at the cold noodles first.

Cold noodles: "......"

Hahaha!

Looking at the cold face with a red face, everyone couldn't help laughing.

……

"How does it feel?"

"I'm bored to death."

"Yo he! I only see you kid in sets. Zao Wou-Ki walked rampantly down the road with his blade on his shoulder.

On the way, the students greeted each other.

Blade smiled and nodded.

"Aren't they all Teacher Zhao, you teach well?"

"It's ...... too" Zao Wou-Ki grinned and unceremoniously accepted the Blade's compliment.

It's just that he is extremely uncomfortable along the way.

On weekdays, these little guys can't wait to run away when they see him, but they all run over to say hello, and most of them are blushing sisters-in-law......

Isn't it his Zao Wou-Ki's natural beauty that has finally been revealed by the world?!

Hahaha!

Blade: What kind of madness is Lao Zhao going on?。?

Walk through the beautiful path and return to the teacher's area, the teachers are at least soul sects, and the living environment is naturally not bad.

In front of a single-family two-storey villa.

Blade looked at the footprints on the ground and smiled.

Open the door.

A shadow swooped in!

Straight into his arms!

Blade caught her and gently stroked her back and said, "Little fairy, let's go in first and then make out slowly." ”

Ning Rongrong hugged him and buried his pretty face in his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing was silent in the back......

What should have come is still coming.