Chapter 39 Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The strongest person in the freshman assessment is Dai Huabin, who has been beaten once in the cafeteria before.

Before using the Sharingan illusion, he was still a little afraid of Dai Huabin's martial soul fusion technique.

The more mental power is injected into the illusion, the stronger the control time and effect.

With his current mental power, he can only temporarily control the strong man at the level of Soul Emperor for one or two seconds.

Then the mental power will be exhausted. Last time, Zhou Yi was severely injured when she did not use her soul skills.

"If I also have a martial soul fusion technique, it would be great?"

"According to the theory of martial soul fusion technique, the closer the quality of the martial souls between the two, the more they will feel it once they meet."

"The higher the degree of fusion, the greater the power, but I went around Shrek and didn't feel anyone who could resonate with my martial soul."

"Is the martial soul fusion technique really that rare?"

Han Yu thought secretly in his heart. As for the fusion of eyes and hammers, he tried to get close to Wang Dong, but there was no reaction at all.

Just when Han Yu was thinking about a lot of things, Mu Jin smiled and said, "Don't be careless. As far as I know, in addition to Ning Tian in our class who is a three-ring, there is also a Pipi Xiang who is also a three-ring, and Dai Huabin who you defeated."

"I know, Teacher Mu."

Han Yu despises the enemy in attitude, but in his heart he still values ​​others.

Dai Huabin was fooled because of the first kill, and it will not be so easy to fool him next time.

"Okay, you go and try it too, let me see your strength."

Mu Jin picked up a white tiger stick, with a hint of pride on her face.

Ning Tian on the side also looked curiously. As the nominal strongest person in Class Nine, she wanted to know if it was as mysterious as the outside world said.

The students around heard the noise and came to join in the fun, looking like they were eating melons.

"Young Master."

Just then, Wu Feng came over with grievance, and then glared at Han Yu hatefully.

Since Han Yu came to Class Nine, the young master's focus has not been on her.

Han Yu couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at!"

"Hmph!"

Wu Feng, who was wearing a school uniform that he had taken from somewhere, folded his fists across his chest, snorted and turned his head away.

"Let's start. Which level do you choose?"

"The fourth level, I also want to try to see if I can bend it."

Han Yu became interested. His current physical fitness should be no less than that of a soul master. Although it is not as good as those beast martial souls, it is still comparable to ordinary soul masters.

After turning on the fourth level, Mu Jin handed the white tiger stick in his hand to Han Yu, and then slowly stepped back.

"Hmph, he definitely can't bend it. This is a soul guide that only soul masters can bend."

Wu Feng's face flashed with disdain, and he spoke to Ning Tian, ​​trying to divert her attention.

"Sister Feng, you have to know that there are people who are better than you. What if Han Yu succeeds?"

Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng with some amusement. He didn't know what was wrong with her today. She felt weird.

"I know there are people who are better than you, but that person is definitely not him."

Wu Feng pointed his hand and then spoke.

"How do you know it wasn't me?"

"What if I succeeded by luck?"

Han Yu looked at the slightly bent white tiger stick in her hand and found that no one noticed it at this time, but Mu Jin, who was standing next to her, saw it.

"Hmph! Anyway, you will never succeed!"

Wu Feng put his hands on his waist and raised his head, revealing his snow-white neck.

Han Yu's eyes turned, and a trace of inexplicable color flashed in his eyes, "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Again?"

Before Wu Feng spoke, Ning Tian, ​​who was standing next to him, had a strange look in his eyes. Didn't this guy dislike betting? Now he started betting again.

"What bet?"

As Han Yu expected, Wu Feng really fell into the trap.

"Let's bet on whether I can turn gay. The bet is two thousand gold soul coins. This time I don't know the answer in advance."

As if she was afraid that Ning Tian would stop her, Han Yu turned her head and said to her.

"Let's bet, Feng Mei bets with him. I don't believe I can lose to you this time."

Ning Tian blushed and gently clenched her pink fist. She knew what Han Yu meant.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "Okay, we'll make a bet with you. The loser will hand over two thousand gold soul coins, and Teacher Mu will be the witness."

Mu Jin nodded with a smile on her face, and then looked at Han Yu with a different look. This kid only knows how to deceive the little girl.

"Well, I'm going to start."

Han Yu exhaled lightly, then took a horse stance, pushed forward with both hands, and held the white tiger stick tightly.

With a little force, the white tiger stick trembled slightly and made a sound.

"It's bent." The fat student on the side exclaimed.

"Too strong, worthy of being called "Red Eyed Fierce Man", much stronger than Wu Feng, Wu Feng just bent it a little because of sweating." The student with glasses habitually supported the frame of his glasses, and also looked shocked.

"Red Eyed Fierce Man?"

When did he have such a nickname? Han Yu's mouth twitched, and he almost lost his temper.

"Hmph! It's just the beginning, it's just a little bit bent, I can do it too."

Wu Feng curled his lips and said with some disdain.

"A little bit?"

Then open your eyes wide, Han Yu laughed secretly, and then suddenly exerted force.

The blue veins slowly emerged, and his face began to turn slightly red. The White Tiger Stick quickly passed halfway in the shocked eyes.

"Hmm? It's a little harder than I thought. It shouldn't be a problem to bend it, but I still give Wu Feng a little hope."

Looking at Wu Feng's slightly open mouth, Han Yu felt like teasing him.

The White Tiger Stick, which had already been halfway bent, suddenly stopped and stopped at this progress.

Mu Jin shook her head helplessly, sighing in her heart that she was still a child after all.

Wu Feng, who originally thought he was going to lose, suddenly became happy and said proudly.

"Bend it, why don't you bend it? You are only halfway bent now. If you don't bend it completely, you will lose, right?"

Han Yu's face suddenly turned red, and he sighed and said, "Yes, I am going to lose. This is too difficult. I feel like I am almost done."

Wu Feng was even happier when he heard this, and couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and admit defeat. This can only be bent by the Soul Sect. It's not shameful for you to lose"

Snap!

The sound of the White Tiger Stick bending to the extreme sounded, and Wu Feng, who was originally proud, suddenly stopped smiling, and stared at the White Tiger Stick in Han Yu's hand with a dull look.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this can only be bent by a Soul Sect, and my beast martial soul can only bend it a little bit, how can you, a spiritual attribute soul master, be stronger than me?"

Wu Feng shook his head, doubting his life madly.

"It is quite difficult, I used 50% of my strength to bend it, I was exhausted."

Dang!

The White Tiger Stick returned to its original state.

Ning Tian also looked at Han Yu with a normal face in a daze, not knowing that he was fooled again.

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