The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The forty-meter-long Qinggang knife directly straddles the center of the playground, and the blue-gray knife surface is also scattered with the light from the sunlight. What kind of picture is this? This knife is like the weapon of the ancient demon god left in the human world. Just watching it has a heavy feeling.

Everyone is silent.

Teacher Ye also took a deep breath: “Fang classmates… your knife, isn’t there a function of shrinking?”

Many large weapons are implanted with a functional “shrink” in the production process to ensure that the blade can be carried around. According to common sense, the forty-meter knife should be able to shrink.

But unfortunately, Fang woke up and shook his head: “This is the relic left to me by my father. It is said that at the time of casting, the master of the refiner was stimulated by the loss of love and got intermittent dementia. In the most critical step in making this big knife, I failed to put the contraction.”

Everyone: “…”

“…”

I don’t know why, Wang Ling always feels that this wake-up experience is strikingly similar to himself. He remembered this intermittent Alzheimer’s disease, but it took a lot of effort to cure the father.

Teacher Ye Khan said: “When the party wakes up, the teacher still uses the teaching spirit sword. But in order to cooperate with the school’s physical education class, it is recommended that the classmates should be able to equip with a normal-sized sword or sword. it is good.”

“Okay, Teacher Ye.”

Fang nodded and readily accepted: “Inside… Teacher Ye, can you help me with the knife?”

Teacher Ye took a slap in the mouth: “Can’t you get it back?”

Fang sighed: “I am a forty-meter-high knife. It is very difficult to recover when I pull it out… So in normal times, it is generally not easy to release.”

Teacher Ye wants to cry without tears: “…”

This knife is full of six thousand pounds. When Ye teacher is lifted up alone, he can’t grasp the balance well. The aura of the storage space has the function of automatic acceptance. As long as a part of the item enters the storage space, it will be automatically recognized and stored.

However, when the forty-meter-high knife was placed on the playground, the knife sill was more than two meters high from the ground because the knife was too large.

In the end, Mr. Ye found another physical education teacher in the office. The two men lifted the knife together and slowly sent the handle into the square of the school uniform.

This scene looks a bit strange, but Wang Ling always feels that this side seems to hide what.

Because when the knife retracted and woke up, Wang Ling noticed that Jing Ke seemed to tremble slightly in his hand.

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Because of this knife, the physical education class was delayed for a quarter of an hour, and the warm-up exercise before the official class was just beginning. The playground in the sixty is not big, only one 400 meter in a circle. Usually when warming up, Mr. Ye will ask the students to control the sword to run 4000 meters, which is ten laps, in four minutes.

However, this time because of the delay in the front, Ye teacher also raised the request, the boy’s time is controlled to 2 minutes, the girl is controlled in 3 minutes.

Jogging in the case of controlling the sword has been quite difficult, and now it has shortened the time and made a group of boys complain. Wang Ling jogged in the middle of the queue, and the basic training like the Foundation Establishment Stage didn’t make him feel much, just when he was sparring. And he doesn’t need to control Jing Ke at all, because Jing Ke is conscious.

Chen Chao led the boys to run in the top, although it looked tired, but Wang Ling felt that Chen Chao could continue to continue. Before entering the 60th, Chen Chao was a sports special student, which is better than the competition here. Most people come to be good.

In contrast, Guo Erzhen, when he ran to the fourth lap, was already sweating, and there was a vague rhythm of falling behind.

The master of the two eggs is wide and fat. As a Foundation Establishment Stage, jogging is of course not a problem, but the requirement to control the sword while jogging is very high. When I used the teaching spirit to warm up, Guo Erji ran quite hard. This time, I have to manipulate my own exclusive sword to run, and the spiritual consumption has increased dramatically.

Of course, Wang Ling follows the Guo Er egg, and with a little thought, he can make Guo Er egg run easier. However, this will hurt him. The Foundation Establishment Stage training course at this stage is still very important. The current foundation is directly related to the future limit of realm growth.

So Wang Ling didn’t shoot at all.

On the seventh lap, Wang Ling noticed that all the classmates around him were sweating. He immediately manipulated the spirit to condense the moisture in the air on his skin surface, which looked a bit like sweating. Look like.

Otherwise, people around are sweating, and he has no sweat at all. It seems so strange.

After the 2 minute jog, Guo Er egg directly fell on the ground and gasped. Chen Chao held his knees and licked the thighs of Guo Erji, letting him stand up and walk around.

After that, the girl’s jogging warm-up was over, and all the girls except Sun Rong were not in a good position.

Wang Ling had some bored sitting and resting. He saw that most of the people in the field were tired of dying, except for themselves, and…wake up.

After ten laps of running, Fang wakes up and his face is not red and not breathing, which makes Ye teacher very shocked. He felt that the physical strength of this transfer student was also good. Even if he used the teaching spirit sword to control the jog, it would not be easy to get to this point. And the most important thing is that he also deliberately limited the time of the boys.

“Party students are very good!” Teacher Ye couldn’t help but praise.

Fang wakes up embarrassed and touches his head. It seems very modest: “In my original school, the school building was at the foot of the mountain. I had to go 20,000 steps every day to go to class. It might be that time.”

“It turned out to be like this.” Teacher Ye nodded. He has heard of Fang Xing’s school, Jinghua City’s most strict boarding aristocratic private self-cultivation college, Tian Shi Emperor.

“Your grade is very good!” Teacher Ye looked at the blue book and stopwatch in his hand.

He just had a record time. In the last three laps, Fang Xing obviously lifted the speed. Chen Chao, who directly went ahead, took the first warm-up. The overall completion was faster than Chen Chao. It only took one and a half minutes. The time of the clock.

“In another two weeks, the district sports meeting in our district will begin. I want you and Chen Chao to represent the boys in our school to participate in the control of the sword relay.” Teacher Ye stared at the party and raised his request. .

Unexpectedly, Fang Xing immediately agreed: “No problem, Teacher Ye.”

“If you let a normal sword control jogging, do you think your spiritual power is enough? If you take a break, let’s test again?” Teacher Ye said.

“Okay, Teacher Ye.” Fang woke up and nodded easily.

“I will help you borrow a sword first!”

Teacher Ye looked around and said: “Who is willing to lend his spiritual sword to Fang Xing’s classmates?”

“Without Ye teacher, I will borrow it myself.”

Fang woke up and smiled and waved his hand.

Then, Wang Ling saw the man and walked over to himself step by step.