Chapter 39 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The strongest one in the freshman assessment is Dai Huabin, and I have beaten him once in the cafeteria before.

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

The more mental energy is injected into the illusion, the stronger its control time and effect will be.

With his current mental strength, he can only temporarily control a Soul Emperor-level warrior for one or two seconds.

Then her mental strength will be exhausted. The last time, Zhou Yi did not use any soul skills, which seriously injured her.

"It would be nice if I also had a martial soul fusion skill?"

"According to the theory of martial soul fusion skills, the closer the quality of the martial souls are, the more they will sense each other once they meet."

"The higher the degree of fusion, the greater the power. However, I have been around Shrek for a while and have not sensed anyone who can resonate with my martial spirit."

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

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

Just as Han Yu was lost in thought, Mu Jin smiled and said, "Don't be careless. As far as I know, besides Ning Tian from our class who is a third-ring, there is also a Pi Pi Xiang who is also a third-ring, and Dai Hua Bin who you defeated."

"I understand, Mr. Mu."

Although he despises his enemies in attitude, Han Yu still values ​​others in his heart.

Since it was his first time seeing a killer, Dai Huabin was fooled. It would not be so easy to trick him next time.

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

Mu Jin picked up a white tiger stick and a hint of pride appeared on her face.

Ning Tian on the side also looked at it curiously. As the nominal strongest person in Class 9, she wanted to know if it was as mysterious as the outside world said.

When the students around heard the noise, they came over to join in the fun, looking like spectators.

"Little Lord."

Just then, Wu Feng walked over with a wronged look on his face, and then glared at Han Yu hatefully.

Ever since Han Yu came to Class Nine, the young master's attention was no longer on her.

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

"Humph!"

Wu Feng put on a school uniform that he got from somewhere, folded his fists across his chest, snorted, and turned his head away.

"Let's get started. Which gear do you choose?"

"Let's go for the fourth gear. I also want to try to see if I can turn him gay."

Han Yu became interested. His current physical fitness should be no less than that of a Soul Sect master. Although not as good as those of the Beast Martial Souls, he could still compare to ordinary Soul Sect masters.

Turning on the fourth gear, Mu Jin handed the White Tiger Stick in her hand to Han Yu, then slowly stepped back.

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

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

"Sister Feng, you have to know that there are always 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 is someone out there, but that person is definitely not him."

Wu Feng pointed and then spoke.

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

"What if I succeed by chance?"

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

"Humph! There's no way you'll succeed anyway!"

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

Han Yu's eyes turned, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, "How about we make a bet?" "Another bet?"

Before Wu Feng could say anything, Ning Tian on the side had a strange look in his eyes. Didn't this guy dislike betting? Now he started betting again.

"What are you gambling?"

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

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

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

"Let's bet, Fengmei, I'm going to bet with him. I don't believe I can lose to you this time."

Ning Tian blushed and clenched her fists gently. 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, and then her eyes towards Han Yu changed. This boy only knew how to deceive little girls.

"Well, I'm going to start."

Han Yu let out a light breath, then assumed a horse stance, pushed his hands forward, and tightly grasped the White Tiger Stick.

With a slight application of force, the White Tiger Stick trembled slightly and made a sound.

"It's bent." exclaimed the fat student at the side.

"Too strong, he's worthy of being called the 'Red-Eyed Vicious Man'. He's much stronger than Wu Feng, who was sweating profusely just now and his glasses got bent a little bit." The student wearing glasses habitually supported the frame of his glasses and looked shocked.

"Red-eyed murderer?"

When did he get such a nickname? Han Yu's mouth twitched and he almost lost heart.

"Humph! This is just the beginning. It just bends a little bit. I can do that too."

Wu Feng curled his lips and said with some disdain.

"A little bit?"

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

Veins slowly emerged, and his face began to turn slightly red. The White Tiger Stick quickly passed halfway through the shocking gazes.
"Hmm? It's a little harder than I thought. Turning him into a gay shouldn't be a problem, but I'll 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 was already halfway through, suddenly stopped abruptly and stopped at this progress.

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

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

"Come on, why don't you do that? You're only halfway there now. If you don't do it completely, you lose, okay?"

Han Yu's face suddenly turned red, and he sighed and said, "Yeah, I'm going to lose. This is too difficult. I feel like I'm going to die."

Wu Feng was even happier when he heard this, and couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and admit defeat. Only a Soul Sect can turn a person gay. It's not shameful for you to lose."

Snapped!
The sound of the White Tiger Stick bending to the extreme was heard. Wu Feng, who had been looking very proud, suddenly stopped smiling and stared blankly at the White Tiger Stick in Han Yu's hand which had turned into a U shape.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this can only be changed by the Soul Sect, and my beast spirit can only be changed a little bit, how can a spiritual soul master like you be stronger than me?"

Wu Feng shook his head and began to doubt his life wildly.

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

when!
The White Tiger Stick returned to its original state.

Ning Tian also looked at Han Yu, whose face looked normal, in a daze, knowing that he had been fooled again.

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