Martial Inverse

{.} Text] Chapter 112 The Shock of the Teacher

Chapter 112: The Shock of the Teacher

"Xin Er, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Yu, with a tender face on his face, quickly walked out, looking at the stingy back in front of him, a salivation flashed in his eyes, and was soon hidden by him. .

Some mentors naturally saw this scene, and they all did their own thing without seeing it.

Jiang Yu, Hua Xinyu, Yun Hu, and the three are pursuing Wanxin. This is a well-known thing in Fengyue College. The identity of the three is naturally not to be said, nor can they be offended by these mentors.

"Xin'er, are you looking for someone?"

Seeing Wan Xin ignore her at all, she looked around and explored, Jiang Yu's mouth was drawn again, but his voice was still so soft.

For some reason, Wan Xin felt upset when she heard this voice. In addition, she didn't see Feng Hao at all, and her mood was a little impetuous.

Sweeping it again, still no familiar figure, Wan Xin sighed in his heart.

"Brother Ho, how long will you wait for Xiner?"

Within the eyes of the girl, there was a dim look.

I haven't come this time, so I have to wait another year!

"Xiner, who are you looking for? Otherwise, I'll help you find it?"

Jiang Yu got together and followed the sweep and looked around.

"no need!"

Glancing again, Wan Xin returned to coldness, and said coldly, walking towards the academy, and Jiang Yu followed.

...

Listening to the cold words, the chill around him, the young man suddenly trembled, the words came to his mouth, swallowed back, and took a step back.

"Humph!"

Feng Hao snorted softly, ignored him, looked up, and looked at that location again, when he saw the figure of the cricket receding into the door, and behind him, a gorgeous young boy followed closely. Behind him, his face suddenly cooled down.

A sense of sensation chilled out, letting the young people around him shiver chillyly, looking at the cold-looking boy in front of them, they all gave way.

They did not understand why the temperature would drop, and of course they would not ask so boldly.

"Who is that person? Is it arranged by Yunying?"

My eyes flickered, how could Feng Hao's mind be calm, Wan Xin, I do n’t know what happened next, but Yun Ying is clear, and Yun Ying is also clear, Wan Xin has feelings with himself.

The more he thought about it, the worse he thought about it. An irritability rushed from the bottom of his heart, making his complexion look terrible.

"Rhyme!"

Sen Leng's voice spit out from Feng Hao's teeth, and within his eyes were full of senran.

A violent emotion surged up, making his eyes turn red directly, and stepped forward.

"Wake up, where is this?"

An old voice resounded in his mind. Suddenly, there was a refreshing gush, which drowned out the tyranny, sobered him up and stopped.

"It's not the kid you think!"

Having said this, burning old people is no longer silent.

"Not what I think?"

Feng Hao was a little stunned, a little thoughtful, her eyes flickering, and she sighed a little, a bitter sigh appeared on Qingxiu's face, "Maybe, but I believe in Xiner!"

Thinking of the young girl who was looking forward to it with great expectations, his heart calmed down.

"Maybe, are you looking for me?"

Thinking of this possibility, the corner of the boy's mouth raised a beautiful arc.

He made a series of changes, so that the young people participating in the selection stunned and couldn't figure out what he was doing.

"call..."

Exhaling a long breath, Feng Hao stood again, waiting for selection.

Time passed, and Yanri crawled on the sky in a very slow degree. Finally, after being afraid of half of Yanri, Feng Hao came to the test bench.

"Normal, next!"

The middle-aged man's mentor, with a cold face, and pursed his lips, announced the end of a man.

Feng Hao stunned the corner of the garment, walked blandly, stretched out an arm, and stuck it on the cold test bench.

Slightly closed his eyes, Yan Yan started to move, the Wuyuan vortex in his body rolled for a while, and the heteronuclear swayed above him. A senhan Wuyuan ran out of his arm along the veins.

"Oh! ..."

After a light bang, the test bench burst out a dazzling radiance. Until the low-quality point, Feng Hao retracted his hands. Immediately, the Guanghua on the test bench slowly dissipated.

For a long time, without hearing the voice, Feng Hao looked up, and saw the middle-aged mentor looking at himself with a surprised look, his mouth slightly raised, but his mouth asked softly, "Teacher, am I qualified?"

"Uh..."

Hearing the cry, the middle-aged mentor came back and called out, "Low quality, qualified!"

He faintly felt that this boy must have hidden something just now. Ordinary people, the Guanghua of the test bench was slowly sublimated, and this boy was directly rushing, and other obvious feelings, this boy Wuyuan ’s The purity is far more than inferior, but he is too fast!

"Not right."

The middle-aged mentor's eyes raised doubts again. This young man is an ordinary Wuyuan who has no attributes.

"Should be Zhongpin?"

It stands to reason that Zhongpin can only be achieved by some attribute warriors, but among some non-attribute people, there are also talented people who can reach the purity of this grade.

"Name, age, repair!"

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate, took a deep look at Feng Hao, and asked very formulaically.

"Feng Hao, fourteen, martial arts!"

Seeing his expression, Feng Hao also understood that the teacher had seen something, smiled gently, and said slowly.

"Fourteen? Martial arts?"

Hearing this data, the middle-aged tutor's arm holding the pen shaft shook directly, looked up, and looked at Feng Hao with a shocked look. Sweeping carefully, he is now, this boy is indeed a martial artist, and he is still Order!

"hiss..."

At this moment, he let him take a breath.

Nima, what kind of monster is this? Fourteen years old, middle-level martial arts, that can only be done by those talented students in the college, and, at the age of fourteen, the middle-aged martial arts, that is, those geniuses, few can do it!

Looking at the beautiful, peaceful face in front of me, the middle-aged tutor forced the shock in his heart, exhaled a long breath, and then trembled, "Feng Hao, you passed, stand behind and wait!"

"Well, thank you mentor!"

Raising his mouth slightly, Feng Hao walked to a qualified area and stood.

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