My right eye is mutated

Chapter 310 Still Running

To some extent, if it wasn't for the consideration of status, if these freshmen were not also the future members of the Black and White Academy, they might have rushed to educate these ignorant freshmen at this moment.

Because Zhou Buzhou is the benchmark in their hearts and the soul of the Black and White Academy.

Even to a certain extent, Zhou Buzhou can be regarded as the untouchable god of the Black and White Academy.

Even if they can be insulted, it is definitely not something that these self-righteous newcomers can abuse at will.

Feeling the vague killing intent coming from the old student, Yang Zimei's words echoed in his mind.

450 The five freshmen looked at each other, some were worried, some were afraid, and more were eager to try.

After all, it was 450 five people hitting one...the so-called killing the master with random punches, there is hope for this matter!

But no matter how eager they are to try, no matter how they feel that the chances of winning are great, they still have fear.

After all, since people dare to say that, they must be sure!
Looking at the evasive and hesitant looks of the freshmen,

Yang Zimei sneered: "Don't you dare to fight? If you dare to compete, you must dare to fight, otherwise what qualifications do you have?!"

"Black and White Academy, everyone dares to fight!"

"The cultivators who dare not fight have all gone to the base of the Shadow Guard Army, to the so-called three reserve army bases today, but in the Black and White Academy, they dare not fight, so what are you doing here?"

"I just entered the second level, but I dare to fight, I even think that I can easily beat you 450 five people!"

"come!"

"I'll count to three, if you don't do anything, then borrow President Zhou's words and turn left when you go out. There are still four reserve army bases in Huaguo for you to pamper yourself!"

A heart-pounding sentence fell like a knife.

Words of ridicule and contempt swept through.

Even people with rich social experience may not be able to hold their breath at this moment, let alone these young boys who have just discovered that they are beyond ordinary people.

They are at the extraordinary age of my second child!
450 The five freshmen glanced at each other, and finally someone came forward: "Ants kill elephants too much. Besides, we are all cultivators, but we are only two levels behind. Can more than 400 people not make up for the gap of two levels?"

"That is, more than 400 people were scared to death by one person, and it would be embarrassing to speak out!"

"Fuck him directly!"

"Fuck him!"

"Fuck him!"

A group of people came together.

Yang Zimei sneered, but she dropped the spear in her hand, and then bullied her.

True Qi erupted in the body.

He didn't even use the true qi penetrating the body that can be achieved by a first-order cultivator, let alone the power of the unity of essence, qi and spirit.

As Yang Zimei rushed into the crowd, it was like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, and everyone was turned on their backs in an instant.

Sweep!

A complete sweep!
If it was facing a quasi-first-tier army with an array like the Shadow Guard Xuanjia, Yang Zimei might not dare to make such a big deal.

But in the face of this group of newcomers who don't understand anything...

The screams resounded.

Feng Xiang said coldly: "Seven minutes and 49 seconds! If you want to overthrow more than [-] newcomers, you can't do it, Yang Zimei."

The rest of the old students laughed.

Yang Zimei's face suddenly darkened.

With a sudden punch, the ground suddenly exploded into a cave with a radius of five meters and a depth of two meters.

Yang Zimei roared, "I only used [-]% of my strength!"

Feng Xiang shut up silently.

The others smiled.

Wang Sasha and the 36 newcomers who were shouted to the side were all shocked at the moment.

One person overwhelmed 8 five new students in less than 450 minutes, and only used [-]% of his strength? !
Moreover, Yang Zimei who shot did not show any signs of injury!
You know, among the more than 400 freshmen, there are quite a few who have committed suicide.

Can……

how can that be!

Is that human being?
hard to believe!

incredible!

It feels like the world view has been subverted!

But looking at the spear that Yang Zimei picked up at this moment, they had no choice but to believe it.

The opponent did only use [-]% of his strength, not even [-]% of his strength!
The opponent doesn't even have a weapon!

Otherwise, there should be corpses all over the ground at this moment, not howling!
Yang Zimei hung the spear behind her back, looked at the twisted and howling freshman on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "You guys don't understand anything! How dare you scold Principal Zhou?!"

"I can beat five hundred of you, but if Principal Zhou is replaced, he can beat a thousand of you! What right do you have to scold?"

Wang Xue silently reminded: "Brother Zhou alone can beat ten like you!"

So, Zhou Buzhou can probably beat [-] new students at a time...

Yang Zimei hesitated slightly, not planning to argue with this woman.

He said to the new student completely unaffected: "Remember, practitioners speak with their fists!"

"Now, it's all there!"

450 Five people with bruised faces stood up.

Yang Zimei sneered: "Turn right and circle the outer wall [-] times!"

"Isn't it three hundred laps?!"

More than 400 freshmen were excited again.

Yang Zimei sneered: "Cultivators speak with their fists! If some of you can hang me, you can let me run [-] laps now!"

The audience was silent.

450 lost five-on-one, so he really didn't have any qualifications to speak.

Yang Zimei smiled lightly: "From now on, everyone will surround the outer wall for [-] circles!"

Why are there three hundred laps more?
The freshmen all looked ugly, but they didn't dare to question them anymore.

Everyone just wanted to hang and beat Yang Zimei in the future, and let Yang Zimei run [-] million laps!

The arrogance is restrained, but the arrogance is still there!

At least the bottom of my heart is not yielding!

The one-armed Zhang Dashan nodded slightly. Yang Zimei's behavior seemed to be random, but it seemed that she had planned it long ago.

Yang Zimei scanned the crowd: "Anyone have any opinions?!"

All silent.

Who dares to have an opinion?

If there are any opinions, I'm afraid it will be doubled on the basis of [-] laps!

Yang Zimei yelled, "Then run! You can't rest if you can't finish the run, you can't eat if you can't finish the run, and you can't sleep if you don't finish the run!"

The 450 five reluctantly began to run.

Circle after circle.

On the first day of the freshmen's report, the arrogance and arrogance of the freshmen were completely suppressed.

Since then, they have hated a Hundan, and have been making it their duty to beat that Hundan, so that he can run [-] million laps one day.

However, there is a long way to go... and when they are forced by a certain soul to buy a lock, they find that this heavy task is impossible even after death...

run, run, run...

The sun was setting, and it was completely dark.

Freshmen are still running.

The moon went down, and the morning star dimmed.

Freshmen are still running.

The golden light in the east is bright, and the sky is completely brightened.

Freshmen are still running.

(End of this chapter)