Chapter 8 8 Xia Feng, Are You the Same as Me?

Chapter 8 8.Xia Feng, will you be my kind?

"Is this the boy?"

"Look at the epaulettes, they are for one year. Can he do it?"

"Haha~ A first-year trainee spiritual master probably doesn't even understand what the wave-type spirit substructure is. He will be in trouble~"

The students were either curious or disdainful as they watched the black-haired young man walking down the stairs step by step.

Xia Feng took the long knife from Mu Qingtong's hand and whispered helplessly: "Miss Mu, what do you mean by this? Do you want to see my joke?"

“Mr.

"Haha~"

Xia Feng finally understood that this scheming woman was just looking for fun and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Fortunately, I had it, so it’s not a big problem!

He made up his mind to learn how to use skills like Mu Qingtong in a while, and just get a decent evaluation. There is no need to be too ostentatious.

He cupped his fists and saluted: "Teacher Fu, please give me some advice."

Cha Nayuki whispered something into Freya's ear and stepped aside. Xia Feng glanced at Cha Nayuki in confusion, but saw a rare smile on Freya's serious and cold pretty face, "Xia Feng, one year old Right, teacher, I'm looking forward to your performance."

Teacher, please don't do this, I'm afraid. Xia Feng had a bad feeling. What did this woman Chana Xue say to the teacher?

But now was not the time to think too much. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and deliberately made a non-standard starting position. He narrowed his black eyes and quickly mobilized the spiritual pressure in his body to rearrange the spiritual structure.

"Teacher, I'm going to fuck!"

He shouted lowly, but at the same time——

The woman in martial arts uniform in the distance no longer defended, but slowly raised the hilt of the knife and made a three-step wave attack!

The terrifying wave of blood instantly spread out with her as the center, buzz! ! ! !

Sand and rocks were flying in the martial arts arena, and paper scraps were flying on the podium at the back. In the amphitheater further back, some people hurriedly bent down to hold down their skirts, while others leaned back and raised their hands to block the terrifying shock wave. Everyone's hair was fluttering in the wind.

This is not the power that Sandielang should have.

Instead, Freya fully unleashed the spiritual pressure field of the third-level spiritual master. This is the rhythm that will kill me. Xia Feng was numb. He watched Professor Freya start to swing the knife with terrifying momentum. The giant beasts that cover the sky are coming.

"Done!!"

There is great terror between life and death, and he has no time to judge whether it is true or false. Attacking with all his strength at this moment is the best defense now! The not-so-standard long sword in his hand became perfect in an instant. He relied on his instinct to rearrange the spirit structure and swung the sword——

Buzz! ! ! ! Three blood-colored moon arcs roared like dragons coming out of spears, and flashed across the 100-meter martial arts field filled with flying sand and rocks. The friction between the spirits and the sand and stones made a low roar, like a wild beast roaring, which shocked all the students and subconsciously covered their ears.

Chanaxue was not affected at all, but stood up subconsciously, staring at the black-haired young man wielding the knife with a dull expression, her heart sinking slightly.

"Is this really the first level of spiritual pressure? How is this possible?"

How could she still not understand her childhood sweetheart? In terms of cultivation talent, he is average, and his understanding of the structure of spiritual beings is also average. It is impossible for him to get ahead in this life.

But now the fact that slapped her in the face was right in front of her.

Not only is he a first-level spiritual master, but according to the situation on the field, this guy is also a genius at least in terms of spiritual structure!

Chanaxue's slender eyebrows gradually frowned, her emotions in her heart were complicated and difficult to understand. She suddenly realized that she actually didn't understand Xia Feng at all.

The result of information bias is that all her previous probability calculations are likely to have serious deviations, and they will have to be overturned and started all over again.

"He's actually a first-level spiritual master?"

Mu Qingtong had just crossed her legs and sat down, ready to turn the pages of the book and continue doing her own thing, but an unexpected situation on the field made her change her mind.

"This guy is unexpected." The woman in the black skirt's pale gold eyes showed interest for the first time, and she closed the book.

Buzz——

Freya clearly made a start, exuding terrifying spiritual pressure and murderous intent, but she did not take any further action. She just slashed with her backhand, and three waves of blood roared straight into her face like a wild tiger out of its cage.

Her long burgundy hair danced wildly back, and her white martial arts robe was also hunting in the wind in the bloody tornado.

She turned sideways and took half a step back with her right foot. The three waves in front of her suddenly collapsed and turned into scattered red light spots, floating into the sky.

There was silence.

Xia Feng came to his senses from the life-and-death crisis, put his hands on his knees and panted slightly, "Good guy, this Silver Coin Teacher, with his murderous spiritual pressure, is really playing tricks on me!" He almost thought that this teacher was in the same group as Qi Xiao.

Da da--

Freya looked solemn and stared at the black-haired young man in the distance with solemn eyes.

Two seconds later, she slowly approached with a knife.

Xia Feng noticed the movement and subconsciously raised his head. His field of vision was filled by two snow-white mountains. They were clearly wearing white martial arts robes, but there was an oppressive feeling like black clouds looming over the city. He was startled and quickly stood up and stepped back.

But she saw Freya's serious face light up with a smile. She stood on tiptoes and reached out to pat Xia Feng's hair gently: "Not bad, not bad."

Xia Feng: "."

"What Chana Yuki said is indeed true, you are really a genius!"

As she spoke, the curve of the corner of Freya's mouth became wider and wider, and she couldn't restrain it even if she wanted to.

She never expected that she would meet such a good young talent. He could perform such a perfect triple wave at just eighteen years old. This shows that this student named Xia Feng is at least very good at the swordsmanship type. talent!

It's a pity that her current spiritual pressure level is still a bit low.

But it doesn't matter, because when she thought about having an opponent who would fight her madly in swordsmanship in the future, and who was taught by herself, she was so excited that she raised her flag!

"Old. Teacher?" Xia Feng was frightened by Freya's weird smile and stepped back subconsciously.

Freya took a step closer, her eyes were fiery: "Xia Feng, are you willing to be my disciple?"

Xia Feng: "Ah?"

"Ah?!"

The students behind were in an uproar.

"Is this true? Professor Freya is going to take in a disciple? Is this boy that powerful?"

"Of course he is powerful. Just now, Xia Feng's triple wave faintly sounded like a tiger's roar. This is already the prototype of the spiritual garment 'Blood Rose'."

A boy sitting in the third grade seat pushed his glasses and said in a deep voice, "And 'Blood Rose' is a C-level spiritual garment that only fourth graders are qualified to learn, but he has vaguely found the direction. Think about it yourself, how many people in the history of the academy have achieved this level?"

"In other words, he is more powerful than the candidate saint of the Black Moon Church?"

The boy nodded: "The saint is naturally not bad, but she is still inferior to this Xia Feng."

Mushroom listened to the chattering in her ears, and her heavy black-framed glasses drooped down her nose again, her mouth opened into an O shape, and her cute and pretty face stared blankly at the black-haired young man in the distance.

She now has a kind of shocking feeling of discovering that her good brother is actually a peerless beauty dressed as a man! !

Mu Qingtong was also a little surprised. She sat up straight without knowing when, and her golden eyes were burning with interest.

She decided to take back what she said before. This Xia Feng was not "not worth worrying about", but "interesting"!

She thought that she was the only one in the world who was unique and destined to be lonely, but now it seemed that an interesting guy had appeared.

She could vaguely feel that her nominal fiancé, who was obviously one year younger than her, was probably not inferior to her in terms of spiritual pressure strength and understanding of the structure of the spirit particle! !

This was a very scary thing!

There was actually a genius like her in the world? !

Of course, this was just a guess based on Xia Feng's performance just now and her own situation, and even had some of her own subjective expectations.

After all, this man named Xia Feng was more likely to have taken some drugs or used some equipment to show such a genius.

But in any case, she was ready to test this strange fiancé.

The woman in the black skirt sat elegantly on the back chair with her long legs crossed, staring at the black-haired young man in the distance with her majestic golden eyes, looking thoughtful.

"Xia Feng, are you the same kind as me?"