"I don't quite understand." Flanders narrowed his eyes.

"It's very simple, free and unrestrained, because of the philosophy of the college."

Chen Jun glanced at Shrek Academy, which looked like a village, "I heard that your school adheres to high standards for admitting students, and is not afraid of power even if there is pressure from all parties. This is freedom. Students have freedom, and teachers have freedom. This is commendable, because

I don't like restraint."

"Second point, I joined the academy because the reputation of the academy is not good."

"I hope that with my joining, Shrek Academy can become the most powerful soul master academy in the mainland. Of course, I may have become the dean of the academy by then."

Flanders was not angry and smiled, "You are very straightforward."

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a college that cannot dominate the continent is not a good college."

Flanders nodded, "It's a very reasonable sentence. I will burn it and smash it under the academy's second monster standard. There is also a third point."

Chen Jundao: "The third point is easy to understand. Don't you want to see what the monster students taught by the monster teacher look like?"

"I don't want to know at all."

Xiao Wu was in the open space, secretly complaining and making trouble.

Damn that guy, people treat him as a friend, but he wants to be her teacher.

"I'd love to know."

Flanders nodded seriously, "Your behavior and performance cannot be measured by the standards of ordinary teenagers and ordinary people. As for whether you are a real monster teacher, this requires our college to evaluate you, do you understand."

"Whatever, you can do it now."

"Well, let me show you a few moves with this monster like you." The middle-aged man on the left, who was making an angry sound, stood up and said, "My name is Zhao Wuji, and I am also a teacher here. You are the Soul King, right? Then I will use the Soul King's

I will compete with you based on my cultivation level. As long as you can beat me, you can become the monster teacher of Shrek Academy."

"Fuji Ming Wang Zhao Wuji, of course, you can take action." Chen Jun said calmly.

"Aren't you ready to do it?" Zhao Wuji asked curiously, "I am a seventy-sixth level Soul Sage. Beast Martial Soul, War Soul Sage. I am the deputy dean of the college, and my overall strength is second only to the dean."

The pupils of Tang San and the others shrank almost at the same time.

In their impression, level seventy-six, let alone those who are less than level thirty, even if they face an army of ten thousand people, soul masters at the soul saint level can maneuver freely.

Xiao Wu whispered in disbelief: "He is actually a Soul Saint?"

Ning Rongrong had obviously heard of Zhao Wuji's name and exclaimed: "He is actually the Fudo Ming King Zhao Wuji. He has been missing on the mainland for ten years. I didn't expect that he would be a teacher at Shrek Academy."

"I hope your friend will be blessed. Although his talent is rare, Zhao Wuji is too powerful."

Hearing Zhao Wuji's voice, Chen Jun shook his head, "I'm used to using my bare hands."

"Well, I'll show you the quality of Shrek Academy!"

After saying that, Zhao Wuji rushed over unceremoniously, pressing across the air like a mountain, with an intimidating momentum, and his body penetrated the air with a sonic boom sound of two consecutive kills on the street.

Tang San and the others looked extremely solemn.

If they faced this move, they would most likely be crushed in an instant.

Facing the fierce iron fist from Zhao Wuji, Chen Jun stretched out one hand. In Ning Rongrong's eyes, it was definitely going to be knocked away, but he caught the punch forcefully.

What--

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened and she couldn't believe her eyes.

At the moment of impact, the corners of Chen Jun's clothes squeaked, but his body remained motionless.

He looked at Zhao Wuji's shocked eyes, "The strength of the Soul King alone is far from enough. I will use my full strength. I want to see how much I have recovered in these six years."

After the words fell, Chen Jun rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Wuji's iron fist with five fingers, shouted low, lowered his waist and performed a Bodhidharma Throwing Elephant Technique.

Suddenly, I heard only a rumble and explosion.

Zhao Wuji's figure flew out like a cannonball and hit the ground heavily, causing smoke and dust to billow in an instant.

This scene gave Tang San and the others a deep shock.

In terms of strength, Chen Jun actually crushed Zhao Wuji.

Especially Ning Rongrong and Dai Mubai, who were standing aside, knew that Zhao Wuji's martial spirit was the powerful Vajra Bear, which had astonishing defensive power and followed an extremely fierce route.

But now it has been overthrown.

"You are very powerful. It is enough to enter Shrek Academy and become a teacher, but I am interested."

Zhao Wuji slowly walked out of the smoke, roared, and his body suddenly expanded.

The already terrifying muscles throughout his body almost doubled in size, and even his height increased by one meter in an instant, making his entire body extremely majestic.

Seven circles of dazzling soul rings rose at the same time, just like what he said about the fighting soul saint, two yellow, two purple, three black, seven terrifying soul rings were attached to him.

Zhao Wuji's martial soul and soul rings were all superimposed, which was extremely terrifying.

Tang San and others felt a deep trembling feeling from his body at this moment, and before they had time to look further, they saw a flash of yellow light.

Zhao Wuji had already arrived in front of Chen Jun.

The speed of the two men's physical combat was so fast that even with the blessing of the Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San could only see vague figures.

But a moment later there was a bang and the two separated.

Chen Jun's sleeve robe had been torn and he looked a little embarrassed.

Zhao Wuji's body didn't change much, but the aura emanating from his body was already scorching the entire audience like a heat wave.

"Aren't you still using your martial spirit?"

Only Zhao Wuji knew that although he had just relied on the blessings of martial souls and soul rings to temporarily overwhelm this terrifying young man.

But he hasn't used his martial spirit yet.

It's too evil.

When everyone was surprised by Zhao Wuji's words, Chen Jun once again said a fact that shocked the entire audience.

"I have no martial spirit!"

Chen Jun said calmly, as if this was not an inappropriate thing. There was no trace of disappointment or sadness on his face. It was as if not having a martial spirit was a matter of course.

But he doesn't have a martial spirit, but he has a sword.

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Chapter completed!