Chapter 150: The filter was shattered on the ground! Flanders quarreled in public, and the master was disgraced.

But Yu Xiaogang seems to enjoy this feeling of "everyone is drunk and I am alone". His back is straight, like a peerless expert who guides the country.

"Master, is this... too much? "

Qin Ming, who was standing aside, looked at the members of his team and rolled their eyes in exhaustion, feeling a little unbearable.

Yu Feng and Osluo, the two agility attack type soul masters, had their calves cramping and were about to foam at the mouth.

"Passed? Where did it go? "

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, without even turning his head. There was a hint of arrogance unique to teachers in his tone.

"Teacher Qin Ming, although you are leading the team, please do not question my professionalism in terms of theory and training. Without extreme oppression, where can the ultimate breakthrough come from? "

Qin Ming choked and opened his mouth, but in the end he swallowed his words for Flanders' sake.

After all, this Flanders is the brother of the dean, that is, his uncle.

However, Qin Ming could bear it, but some people couldn't.

"Yu Xiaogang, it's almost done! "

A voice with obvious anger suddenly sounded.

Flanders pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, frowned into the character "Chuan", and strode over.

He looked at Ma Hongjun and Oscar who were almost exhausted in the quagmire, and he felt angry all over.

"You have been practicing for four hours and you are not even allowed to drink saliva. Do you want to defeat them? " Flanders pointed downwards with an aggressive tone.

Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly, turned around and looked at the man who once obeyed his words.The old man had a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

"Flanders, what's your attitude?"

Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice,

"I do it for their own good. Only when the body is extremely exhausted, the recovery speed of soul power will reach its peak. This is my 'extreme squeeze theory', what do you know?"

In the past, if he heard the word "theory", Flanders would have shut up long ago, and would even exaggerate him.

But I don't know what's going on recently. The more Flanders looks at this stiff face, the more uncomfortable he feels.

The sense of trust and closeness that had no reason before was like a kite whose string suddenly broke and flew without a trace.

What turned into an indescribable boredom.

Yes, it's just boring.

Especially when he saw Yu Xiaogang's expression of "I know best in the world, you are all fools", Flanders had the urge to put the soles of his shoes on his face.

"I know nothing!"

Flanders also had a bad temper and exploded on the spot.

"I don't understand your bullshit theory, but I know that people grow from flesh!

Ma Hongjun almost rolled his eyes, didn't you see? Do you really think that everyone is as tough as the mistress? "

"Also, don't show off with your tricks.

This is Tiandou Royal Academy, not our poor Shrek!

With enough resources and a mimicry training room, you have to use this stupid method that is the most primitive and most harmful to the body? "

The air was quiet for a moment.

Dai Mubai, who was struggling in the quagmire, slipped and almost fell to his death.

Ma Hongjun stopped rolling his eyes and stared at Flanders as if he had seen a ghost.

Oscar's jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he didn't even notice that the sausage in his hand fell into the mud.

"Holy shit..."

Ma Hongjun gasped and nudged Dai Mubai next to him with his elbow.

"Boss Dai, am I hallucinating? The dean... did he confront the master? Or in front of so many people?"

Dai Mubai also looked confused and wiped the mud on his face:

"I don't think it's true either. In the past, the dean could even drive away a peerless genius like Su Bai for the sake of the master, but now..."

Although Dai Mubai didn't like Su Bai who had his own woman, he still couldn't ignore Su Bai's talent and strength.

In the past, Flanders was a standard dog licker.

When Yu Xiaogang farted, Flanders thought it smelled good. He had to analyze whether the ingredients in the fart contained the secret of the evolution of the martial spirit.

But now, this style of painting has changed too quickly, right?

On the high platform, Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

What he cares about most in his life is face, the so-called "dignity."

Now in front of Tang San, his proud disciple, and so many people from the Imperial Fighting Team, Flanders pointed his nose in and scolded him, how could he get off the stage?

"Flanders! You are so presumptuous!"

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he was trembling all over, pointing at Flanders with trembling fingers,

"You...are you questioning my teaching level? You are ruining the future of these children!"

"I will destroy your uncle!"

The inexplicable anger that Flanders had accumulated in the past few days completely exploded.

He felt like he had been possessed by an evil spirit before. How could he think that such a great soul master at level 29 could lead everyone to the top?

In the past, with the support of the martial soul fusion skill "Golden Holy Dragon", the three people's auras were connected, and the blood bond made him ignore many of Yu Xiaogang's shortcomings.

But ever since Su Bai took away Yu Xiaogang's golden holy dragon bloodline, Flender's filter on Yu Xiaogang was shattered to pieces.

Now Flanders sees Yu Xiaogang as a loser who is just a softie and insists on pretending to be an uncle.

Of course, they don't know anything about extracting the blood of the Golden Holy Dragon.

"Yu Xiaogang, don't forget, I am the dean and you are the teacher!"

Flanders took a step forward, and the aura belonging to the seventy-eighth level Soul Saint suddenly burst out, directly forcing Yu Xiaogang, who was only at the twenty-ninth level, to take two steps back.

"I said rest, rest now! Whoever has an opinion, just hold it in!"

After speaking, Flanders waved his hand and shouted below:

"Come up here! Where is the therapy teacher? Give them treatment quickly! Fatty, if you dare to pretend to be dead again, don't eat dinner!"

"Okay, Dean! The Dean is wise and powerful!"

As if he had received an amnesty, Ma Hongjun climbed out of the quagmire at a speed twice as fast as during training.

The students climbed onto the shore one after another, looking at Flanders as if they were a savior.

Tang San stood aside, looking at the livid-faced teacher, and then at Flanders, who looked impatient, frowning.

"Dean, although the teacher's theory is harsh, it is indeed effective..." Tang San couldn't help but speak, wanting to smooth things over.

"Mistress, shut up."

Flanders glared at him, and although his tone was not that harsh, it was definitely not good either.

"You are his disciple, so of course you are loyal to him. But if he is so good at this, why didn't he train himself into a titled Douluo in the first place?"

This is so heartbreaking to say.

It is simply rubbing salt into Yu Xiaogang's fragile self-esteem and stepping on it again.

Yu Xiaogang's face was pale, he was biting his lip, his hands were clenched into fists behind his back, and his nails were dug into his flesh.

He took a deep look at Flanders, did not argue anymore, but turned around and left without saying a word.

His back was bleak, with a sour smell of "no one in the world understands me".