High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

At this moment, Zi Hanshuang introduced the boy who came in with her to everyone.

"His name is Lin Dong. He is your senior brother. He will be responsible for guiding your cultivation until you reach the Earth level."

Faced with the infamous Abbess Miejue, no one dared to voice any objections.

Moreover, compared to facing Zi Hanshuang all day, they preferred to have Lin Dong, who seemed quite kind, guide them.

After speaking, Zi Hanshuang looked at Feng Yi and said.

"Come out with me."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the cultivation room.

Feng Yi obediently followed behind her and left.

Everyone knew that calling Feng Yi meant giving him special tutoring, but no one objected.

Putting aside their relationship, no one would dare to object to Feng Yi's talent alone.

As the first freshman to be fiercely sought after by the four mentors, no one would object even if the principal gave him special tutoring.

There will only be envy.

Before you start to offer your opinions, consider your own talents.

Moreover, judging from Feng Yi's performance during the morning test, it is clear that his level has already surpassed the human level.

It's impossible for them to attend classes together.

After Zi Hanshuang left, the atmosphere in the cultivation room visibly relaxed.

Everyone felt that an invisible pressure had disappeared.

Some people even let out a long sigh of relief.

As someone who had been through it all, Chen Yao could understand why his junior brothers and sisters acted this way.

"Junior brothers and sisters, actually, Instructor Frost is a very good person. You'll understand once you spend more time with her. There's no need to be so afraid of her; she won't eat you."

"Senior Brother Chen, we didn't want to either, but we couldn't control ourselves."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao could only shake his head helplessly; he could understand.

After all, preconceived notions are too deeply ingrained and cannot be changed by a single sentence. It can only be left to wait for the younger students to change their mindset as they spend more time together.

Outside the cultivation room, Zi Hanshuang looked at Feng Yi, who was a head taller than her, and the icy expression on her face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, was finally replaced by a touch of gentleness.

"Great, you've grown taller."

Feng Yi calculated that it had been almost three years since he last saw Zi Hanshuang.

"Auntie, why...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Zi Hanshuang interrupted her with a smile.

"You want to ask me why I wanted you to come to Tsinghua or Peking University, right?"

Feng Yi nodded; he did indeed have many questions in his mind.

Zi Hanshuang patted Feng Yi's head affectionately, just like when they were children, but she had to stand on tiptoe to reach it.

"This was your grandfather's arrangement."

"My grandfather?"

Feng Yi was somewhat surprised. He had originally thought that Wang Qingfeng knew his aunt, which was why she had helped him send a message to help him choose Tsinghua University.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that all of this was arranged by Feng Jingchuan. He just didn't understand why he was asked to choose Tsinghua-Peking University.

"Why did my grandfather want me to come to Tsinghua or Peking University?"

Zi Hanshuang said she didn't know either, and then changed the subject.

"Your grandfather should have passed on the Feng family's legacy to you by now."

"Mm." Feng Yi nodded.

Zi Hanshuang pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"In that case, I don't have any good martial arts skills to teach you. You should practice martial arts on your own for the next week, and I will help you with body tempering after that."

"Help me refine my body?"

Feng Yi was somewhat puzzled; what did this mean?

Zi Hanshuang smiled, but the smile was somewhat meaningful.

You'll find out then.

"Okay... alright." For some reason, looking at Zi Hanshuang's smile, Feng Yi felt a little flustered.

After the two finished their conversation, Feng Yi did not return to the training room, but went to the individual combat training room instead.

Upon arriving at the training room, Feng Yi went directly into the Beidou space.

Above his head, the stars Cave Star and Hidden Origin Star have been lit up, reaching 100% progress, and the progress under Yao Guang Star is now at 8%.

Beside the Big Dipper, a lightsaber formed from starlight has reached 99% completion. It's just a little short of being able to participate in the martial arts lottery.

Next to the lightsaber is a fist formed from starlight, progress 30%.

This appeared after learning the Tai Chi boxing technique from the Tai Chi Divine Skill.

Today, Feng Yi plans to practice swordsmanship to max out his lightsaber progress and see what kind of swordsmanship skill he can obtain.

I still don't know enough martial arts skills.

There are only two sword techniques: an S-rank Void Sword Formation and an SS-rank Tai Chi Sword Technique.

The combat methods are still somewhat limited.

After making a plan, Feng Yi immediately began practicing Tai Chi swordsmanship in the Beidou Space.

Time slips away quietly.

The fat man and his companions had finished their day's cultivation and were on their way back to Taibai Residence.

"Strange, where did Feng Yi go? He's not answering his phone or replying to messages."

The fat man put down his phone, feeling quite puzzled.

There has been no news of Feng Yi since he was called away by Zi Han Shuang at noon.

Several hours have passed, and I haven't received a reply to my messages.

"Perhaps Instructor Han Shuang is giving Feng Ge special training and doesn't have time to answer the phone," Wen Song guessed.

At that moment, the fat man walking at the front suddenly stopped.

There were six or seven boys standing in front of Taibai Residence.

What are these people doing?

Seeing the cold expressions on these people's faces, which didn't seem like they were there to visit, Wen Song asked the fat man in a bit of a panic.

The fat man shrugged. Although he had some doubts, he wasn't worried about these people.

Because this is Tsinghua-Peking University College, private fights between students are prohibited.

The fat man strode directly toward the group of people.

Chen Ming followed the fat man without hesitation, while Wen Song, being timid, hesitated for a while.

However, he gritted his teeth and quickly followed.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?"

The fat man walked up to the group and asked directly.

The boys exchanged glances, and one of them, with a buzz cut, looked the fat man up and down before squinting and asking.

"You live here?"

"Huh, what's wrong?"

The fat man did not deny it.

A cold smile crept across the face of the crew-cut boy.

"Which of you is named Feng Yi?"

"Looking for Feng Yi?" The fat man sized up the group, and seeing the cold smile on the crew-cut boy's lips, he knew that these people looking for Feng Yi was definitely not a good thing.

So they decided to first find out what these people's purpose was for Feng Yi.

"I am Feng Yi. What's the matter?"

Hearing the fat man's words, the man on the platform smiled even more broadly, not expecting to find Feng Yi so easily.

"Of course there's something I need. Come with us."

After saying that, the man on the platform reached out and grabbed the fat man, revealing his presence.

A cultivator at the Yao Guang Realm.

The fat man was shocked. He hadn't expected this person to be so arrogant, daring to make a move in broad daylight within the academy.

Knowing he was no match for this man, he retreated rapidly backward.

However, the people standing to the side were clearly not going to give the fat man a chance to escape.

The moment the fat man retreated, they moved as well, and the six of them instantly surrounded him.