Waist green jade without front wood blade for thousands of years, plus a pair of blue eyes. Even if the man turns to ashes, I’m afraid Chen Shaobai can recognize him.
Yes, he was a passer-by who killed people and grabbed swords on that rainy night before January.
This man is not weak, and seems to feel Chen Shaobai’s eyes, so he turned to look back.
His memory is excellent, and he still seems to know Chen Shaobai. He was stunned for a while. Instead of feeling guilty and afraid, he gave me a cold and cruel smile and made a provocative lip to Chen Shaobai: "Do you want to die again? Does it taste good to be broken limbs and die like a dog? "
The students around are all swordsmen. Although he only stopped for a moment, he was found abnormal by many classmates who followed Cao Burning’s side.
"Wei Cun, what happened?"
"It’s okay, I just saw an old acquaintance." Wei Cun tilted his head, revealing an innocent smile on his face, and his green eyes glowed with gentle light, acting as shy and harmless as the big boy next door.
"oh? Ben Shao loves to make friends with heroes in the world. Your brother is already a strong man in the realm of swordsmen. He can be seen in your eyes, so I don’t think it will be bad. Introduce him. " The posh Cao Burning pulled out a folding fan from nowhere, fanning the wind, and said with great interest.
"He is quite famous in this session." Wei Cun hung a shy smile on his face and looked at Chen Shaobai with a chill on his side.
"Chen Shaobai, the youngest student of this year … Wei Cun, don’t mix with such a young boy, be careful to get rid of him." Cao burning some disgust swept Chen Shaobai one eye.
Although he has been nourished by natural resources and treasures since he was born, his strength has reached the peak of swordsmen’s "glass mirror", but his age has exceeded the regulations, and he still spent a lot of silver tickets to reluctantly come in.
Spending money like water seems to be prosperous to outsiders, but it also denies Cao’s own talent, so he naturally has a feeling of jealousy towards Chen Shaobai, the youngest, and instantly throws away what he has taught in ethnology and how to make friends with strange people.
"Ha ha ha … yes! A 16-year-old baby can’t hold a sword steadily? What other swords do you practice? Go home and pee in the mud! "
Cao Burning scattered a lot of money and recruited a group of men, some of whom were self-sustaining and lofty, and some of whom were lackeys with smelly feet. When he said this, some clever classmates around him echoed in succession.
Hearing these people’s taunts, Chen Shaobai looked as usual, but couldn’t help sneering: "I’ve given birth to the idea of defecting to Cao Cao in vain. If I really become like them, I might as well just run over my head. They … said I couldn’t hold my sword steadily? "
Although he doesn’t talk, he has secretly made up his mind that as soon as the entrance ceremony is completed, he will immediately propose fencing. Kill Wei Cun first, take back Wanzai, and slap these people face to face.
Anyway, he is single now, so why be timid!
Seize the day for the sake of carefree chest and vengeful hatred!
"Quiet! Noisy people, kill them! "
As soon as a teacher with a heavy breath and a huge sword on his shoulder made a noise, the whole auditorium was quiet. After living in this windy state university for a few days, the students also saw and heard many things.
Although every student’s welfare is excellent and his status is very lofty, as long as he accidentally collides with his tutor, he can only let the other side handle it. Whether you are dead or alive depends entirely on your tutor’s mood. The strict rules are not like universities, but they are more ruthless than the army.
After the death of several unbelieving and arrogant geniuses, these unruly young swordsmen were all honest, and meeting these tutors in the college was like a mouse meeting a cat, which was a shame.
Half an hour later, the rest of the teachers arrived one after another.
A total of thirteen tutors, dressed in light green costumes, seem to have Shang Dynasty official positions, each carrying a sword, all distinguished, and they are either majestic or tall. In a word, none of them have any obscene touch on their bodies, and all of them are heroic and rare.
"They are all Jian Hao, and they are definitely not at the bottom of the realm of Jian Hao!"
Understand that any one of these people can easily beat ten of themselves, Chen Shaobai suddenly felt cháo surging in his heart, and finally understood why Chen Chong left immediately when he heard that Ye Haoran was a student of Xian State University.
These are only first-year tutors, you know, state-level universities are reliable for six years!
What is six times thirteen? Chen Shaobai didn’t calculate the problem, he felt a little dizzy.
In the autumn magic spring, he thought that a swordsman like Xiong Yingjie was a master; When he arrived in Muxi City, he discovered that it was the world of swordsmen. In the wind state university, he didn’t know that he used to feel invincible swordsmen, in the eyes of these mentors simply isn’t worth mentioning. Even, some tutors don’t need a sword at all, and they can stare the swordsmen to death at a glance.
The stage is as big as the heart.
This sentence reverberated in my mind, and Chen Shaobai chewed for half a ring repeatedly, but even these instructors didn’t hear anything.
Half a ring, he suddenly felt that his j and ng divine power seemed to break through a layer of shackles and came to a new realm.
The promotion of J and jīng God has led to a breakthrough in the realm.
Breathe, breathe, breathe …
Chen Shaobai shoveled panting, providing oxygen to the blood, and the blood was frantically washing away the body, bringing out the few impurities left in the musculoskeletal system and exchanging them to the lungs in the form of gas.
Whoo-hoo …
A foul breath rose to his chest, making him upset, so he subconsciously opened his mouth and spit it out.
Clearly visible foul gas gushed out, and this action seemed to open a gate valve, which made his whole body pores feel extremely comfortable, and the heart pulse injury that had not healed for a long time was also dredged a lot.
At this moment, Chen Shaobai felt so clean, as if every bone was as white as jade, every bundle of muscle fibers was tight and tough as steel cables, and every drop of blood did not contain any impurities and filth.
Glass mirror, this is the peak state of swordsmen, and further, it is the swordsman.
Return to absolute being, Chen Shaobai discovered that, under the three-foot-high green Se sword, there were two more people, and thirteen teachers with outstanding temperament were all headed by them.
One of them is an old man with white hair and a shawl, and he doesn’t leave half an inch of beard. Although he describes aging, his eyes are shining with flying spirits, implying coercion. Even at the moment before his death, no one will fight with him.
The other person is the Wu Pei I have seen before. He has changed his clothes now, wearing a white shirt with blue Se clouds. His temperament is elegant and out of the dust, like a fairy middleman. Except for the old man, the other 13 tutors dare not get too close to him, as if afraid to get too close, leading to shame.
However, at the moment, the eyes of dozens of new students and fifteen tutors in the field are all focused on Chen Shaobai.
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Chapter 57 Dust removal operator
When Chen Shaobai made a breakthrough, the noise was so loud that they couldn’t help focusing on him.