Ten Thousand Worlds Academy: Grabbing students from the collapse

"The knife forged with a special technique, the Zanpakuto, and the other book is a method of practicing sword Zen."

Beifeng probably explained it to Qiu Xinghe, and immediately understood, and quickly pushed it back into Beifeng's hands.

"It's too expensive, I can't have it."

"Senior, please keep it, I can get this thing."

Beifeng put his hands behind his back and shook his head.

"I'm a summoner, and Qiyana has the skill of raising swords, so I don't need this thing at all, so I gave it away to others, and the practice of sword Zen depends on understanding. If understanding is not enough, even liberation cannot be achieved."

The north wind pulled Raziana's little hand.

"Senior, do you think that someone like me who is afraid of trouble will go to practice such things as sword meditation?"

"Okay, I accept it, I like it very much."

Qiu Xinghe drew out the shallow sword, although it is a long knife, but it is very slender, he likes it very much.

"I I I..."

Lin Qingping searched all over her body, and finally found a sparkling watch studded with diamonds from her pocket...

"Senior, give this one away, whoops..."

Beifeng withdrew his fist...

"The senior is an assassin, and his talent is stealth. Wearing this thing is equivalent to installing an LED laser headlight. What do you think, give this away."

"Then I'll go back and prepare for delivery..."

Lin Qingping rubbed her head...

......

"With a stick, the joints must be flexible, and the angle of attack must be constantly changed."

While Qiu Xinghe was teaching Lin Qingping, he was also adapting to the use of the long knife, and his speed was very fast.

On the contrary, Lin Qingping, who was abused all morning, was somewhat mentally broken.

Beifeng sat on the sidelines and drank a lot. I have to say that the wine tasted really good.

"Beifeng, please comment on Lin Qingping's performance."

Qiu Xinghe sat beside Beifeng, picked up his water bag and drank heavily.

"It's too biased towards brute force. You can't see the stick technique at all. You can smash wherever there is a flaw."

Beifeng glanced at the water bag. This is the space bag. After drinking for so long, there is nothing missing.

"Our family is like this..."

Lin Qingping muttered...

"That's them, can you compare with your family members?"

Qiu Xinghe took another sip of his drink.

"Your elder sister also paid great attention to the practice of stick techniques before she broke through to gold. Your father, Lin Beizheng, created eleven sets of stick techniques before becoming famous."

"..."

Lin Qingping no longer quibbles...

"I got here first in the morning. You go back to class as usual in the afternoon. I'm going to write a task report and submit it."

Qiu Xinghe hesitated for a while...

"Beifeng, I have another mission next week. About my mission for these two days, you can go with me."

(ps: Beifeng is going to return to his old business!)

"it is good."

North Wind nodded.

"Eh? Won't you take me?"

Lin Qingping froze for a moment, suddenly aggrieved.

"Your fighting style is too aggressive for this mission."

Qiu Xinghe shook his head, really inappropriate.

"Senior Qiu is really annoying..."

Lin Qingping pursed her mouth, angrily...

......

"Lei Bao, why are you dressed like this?"

Beifeng just returned to the apartment, pushed open the door, and the opening lightning struck!

Lei Bao in a maid outfit! ! !

Wow!I can't stand it!

Beifeng swallowed, closed his eyes and began to recite the "Pure Heart Mantra"...

With a wave of Lei Bao's hand, the clothes on his body changed back to the armor of the Herrscher of Thunder again, and he flew back to the sofa.

"Why did you come back so early?"

Lei Bao's face is a bit unbearable, so I imitated the characters in the TV series, but you came back so early, it broke, and you lost your law.

"came back?"

Mei came out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand.

"The rice is already cooked, but you came back too early, and I haven't gone down to cook yet."

"Mei, you look so good in a dress."

Beifeng looked up and down.

"really?"

Mei immediately beamed with joy, girls like to hear good things.

"real."

Beifeng didn't lie, Mei looks good in anything, even if it's not...

(ps: It’s impolite to go on.)

"I'm going to cook, you watch TV first, Lei Bao, come and serve the dishes."

Mei went into the kitchen again.

"Understood, humans are really troublesome."

Reluctantly, Lei Bao turned off the TV. Before turning it off, he didn't forget to check what he saw. The video paused for a few minutes.

......

"Good job."

Wu Cang patted Duan Rencheng on the shoulder, very satisfied, and did as he had arranged for him, and stopped bullying him for the next two days.

Duan Rencheng was so frightened that he wobbled all over, feeling a little remorseful in his heart, but if he did it, he did it, and Beifeng would kill himself when he came back...

......

"Why does it feel weird?"

As soon as Beifeng entered the classroom, the atmosphere was a bit uncomfortable. Everyone was far away from Duan Rencheng, but when he glanced over, he deliberately avoided his sight.

There are ghosts, there are definitely ghosts...

Beifeng was too familiar with this state, he must have done something wrong, and it was probably related to him.

How should I put it, Jelly was in this state when she was caught by herself when she went out to shop behind her back.

"Beifeng, do you want to ask?"

Kiyana scratched her head...

"No need, I probably guessed it."

Beifeng shook his head, anger or something, let it fly for a while, otherwise Beifeng worried that his strike might not be hard enough.

......

Ming Qiuxin walked into the classroom and put the books on the table.

"Student Beifeng, I heard from the monitor that you maliciously absent from class in the morning. Is there something wrong with that?"

"I left with my mentor."

Beifeng glanced at Wucang, and the guy still had his legs up, like two hundred and five.

"Is that so..."

Ming Qiuxin nodded, and crossed out the name on the roster.

"Students may not be clear why there are several students in each class led by tutors. Let me explain to you."

"As for the mentors, they are usually served by seniors and sisters in the third grade, and they are powerful or have special abilities. In the second grade, they have to pass multiple assessments and pass before they are eligible to apply for leading the team. "

"A tutor usually only leads two to five students, and these students are all selected by the college without exception."

"The probability of them surviving and being promoted to the third grade is 63%. The rest, without exception, all died in battle."

Ming Qiuxin sighed and put the roster back on the table.

"Aren't you envious? You must know that third-year students are no worse than first- and second-year tutors."

"Let me tell you this, the promotion assessment for these special students is several times that of yours."

"My elder brother, Ming Bufan, is a member of Tiance University's death list of special students."

"His third-year promotion assessment is to use the strength of the platinum three to fight alone against the outlaws of the diamond five."

"Finally...to die together..."

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"Tiance University was originally a martial arts school organized by the folk green forest heroes. It cooperated with the imperial court very early, adhering to the behest of our ancestors, we have always acted as chivalrous men and served the Great Qin court. Therefore, Tiance The treatment of the university is the best among the seven prestigious schools.”

(ps: Don’t substitute Jiansan for now, I really didn’t think of Jiansan when I named it at the time. By the time I realized it, I had already written too many chapters. After all, I haven’t played it for too long... )

Ming Qiuxin tightened her fist...

"Students, go to class."

......

get out of class was over, and Ming Qiuxin was gone, but no one dared to get up, including Wu Cang, the clown-like "devil king".

Qiyana's terrifying aura was continuously suppressing everyone's actions, and a lot of cold sweat appeared behind everyone's backs.

bang——

Everyone turned around with difficulty, and it was the sound of Beifeng knocking the chair away when he stood up...

There was one person who didn't turn around...

Duan Rencheng lowered his head like a tortoise, his trousers were already wet...

"I know you didn't do it. I borrowed eight courage from you, but you don't dare to deliberately frame me."

The pressure on Duan Rencheng's body dropped suddenly, and he turned his head tremblingly to look at Beifeng.

"Yes... no..."

boom! ! ! ! !

Duan Rencheng was directly embedded into the wall by Beifeng's foot, and fainted on the spot, blood began to flow out of his seven orifices...

"I don't know if you have heard a saying, but poor people must have something to hate."

Beifeng frowned, and just looked at Duan Rencheng quietly.