As soon as the lecturer went out, the rest of the students dispersed, and Hao Haochuan walked to Tang Lang's side, and Yin Yu said: "Okay, you Tang Lang, let me lose face today, after the final test, do you dare to fight me in the ring?"

Jiang vigorously stood in front of Tang Lang and asked: "Hao Haochuan, you brought on your own actions today! If you have the ability to fight with me, don't bully Tang Lang!"

Although Jiang Dali was born in poverty, his own qualifications are almost the same as those of Hao Chuan, and his cultivation is extremely hard, and his grades are a few points better than the other party, Hao Hao Chuan does not dare to fight against him at all, so he can only say hatefully: "What kind of ability is hiding behind others! I forgot, after the final exam, Tang Lang, you will definitely be expelled from the academy, what do I care about a dignified son of the Yan family and you as a waste of firewood, haha......"

Hao Chuan deliberately counted a few words from Tang Lang and then turned to leave, and in the blink of an eye, only Jiang Dali and Tang Lang were left in the classroom.

Jiang Dali patted Tang Lang on the shoulder and comforted the other party: "Tang Lang, don't pay attention to him! With me here, he doesn't dare to mess around!"

Tang Lang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm fine, it's just that I was a little tired from boxing just now!"

Jiang Dali thought that he was worried about the final test, and enlightened: "Isn't there still half a month to go, I will accompany you to double your cultivation every day, and you will definitely be able to pass the final test! Let's go, let's eat first, otherwise I won't have the strength to listen to the class in the afternoon!"

"Thank you, Dali! I'm really a little uncomfortable, I won't eat lunch, I'll go back and rest first, so as not to be scolded by other lecturers in the afternoon!" Tang Lang waved his hand and walked towards the gate of the academy alone.

Jiang Dali stomped his feet on the spot and complained: "No matter how uncomfortable you are, you can't skip eating, and the more sick you are, the more you have to eat!

Tang Lang walked alone to the fountain at the entrance of the academy, it was lunchtime, there was no one around, he buried his entire upper body in the clear pool water, and only leaned out of the water for a while, looked up to the sky and sighed: "What the hell is going on with him?"

Isn't he taking his little brother to compete with the Haw Par Gang for territory, why did he come to such a strange place inexplicably, looking down at the reflection in the water, the original fierce appearance turned into a delicate and quiet face, "Damn! How did my praying mantis brother become a little fresh meat?"

Tang Lang sat down on the edge of the fountain weakly, and it took him half a day to sort out the current situation: he was originally a gangster who was wandering the streets, and he was fighting with rival gangs in the streets.

"No, what about the wound?" Tang Lang hurriedly opened his shirt and looked at it, and the place where he was hit by a stray bullet in his memory was unharmed, except for a scar the size of a copper coin, and the scar pattern seemed to be a strange pattern.

"Why is this pattern a little familiar? The jade plaque that I snatched from the antique shop Old Man Li a few days ago seems to have such a pattern, how did it become a tattoo? I remember hanging the jade plaque on my chest, could it be that I happened to be hit by a stray bullet and crossed with me?"

He remembered the scene in the classroom just now: when Yu Yangzhou was talking about martial arts just now, the fist strength just escaped out, and he was sucked into his chest by an invisible force, and then he inexplicably came to a dark space, there was a light curtain to repeatedly practice the moves of opening the mountain palm, and then the correct use of martial arts naturally appeared in his mind, as if he had been practicing for many years.

After experimenting for a long time, there was no new reaction to the tattoo on his chest, Tang Lang had no choice but to give up, and instead went to familiarize himself with the memory of the unlucky ghost who possessed him, and roughly understood his situation: the original owner of this body was studying in Canglei Academy, and the grandfather that Lecturer Yu said was the gatekeeper of this academy, and it was precisely because of this errand that he had the opportunity to recommend him to Canglei Academy, otherwise with such a bad qualification, how could he have the opportunity to enter one of the three major colleges in Changping Prefecture.

"Damn! others are all kinds of rich and handsome, how can they come to themselves and have such a sad boy, the qualifications are ridiculously poor, how to pass the final test after half a month is simply a disaster!" Thinking of the eyes of the grandfather who was usually unlucky when he looked at him, he was looking forward to it and spoiling, Tang Lang couldn't help but have a headache.

"Damn, Brother Mantis, I've been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so long, I haven't seen any strong winds and waves, who can be hard to find in a mere final test!" The ruthlessness of the street gangsters surged into his heart, Tang Lang stood up from the ground angrily, and habitually touched his waist, but his waist was empty and empty.

Only then did Tang Lang react, and the butterfly knife he carried with him on weekdays did not cross over. Before, as long as there was any upset, he would take out the butterfly knife next to him and play with it, and over time, the knife technique became unusual and famous, so there was such a nickname as Brother Praying Mantis, but no one knew his real name.

After tossing for a long time, Tang Lang felt like a drum in his stomach, suddenly felt unbearable hunger, recalled the location of the canteen in his memory, and prepared to fill his stomach. The college canteen is provided free of charge to students, and the dishes are nutritious and the taste is no worse than that of other restaurants.

As soon as he entered the cafeteria gate, he was stopped by a shout: "Tang Lang, come here! I'm here to ......."

Tang Lang turned his head to look, only to see a head peeking out in the middle of a stack of dishes, it was Jiang Dali who was greeting him, but when he saw the food placed in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised: "I'll wipe it! This is a demonic beast wearing human skin!"

Jiang Dali had a large pot of stewed meat in front of him, more than a dozen meat patties, and five or six braised chicken thighs in his hand, which he hurriedly sent to his mouth, and the table was full of all kinds of bones that had been eaten cleanly. The three or four tables around were empty, and everyone didn't want to sit with this foodie, and there were several female students in the distance who were still snickering.

"I don't know him, I don't know him......" Tang Lang thought silently in his heart, pretending to be expressionless, ready to walk to the side.

I didn't want Jiang Dali to see that Tang Lang didn't react, so he stood up from the table at once, walked to his side in a few steps, stuffed the chicken leg in his hand into his mouth, climbed Tang Lang's shoulder with his greasy big hand, and said vaguely: "It's good so soon! I just said I can't skip eating! Hurry up and sit down, I'll go get something over again, and I'll eat half full......

Tang Lang's head was beating with green tendons, and he was held down by Jiang Dali's big hand, so he couldn't move, so he could only say resignedly: "Dali, my appetite is not very good, I just want to drink some soup, don't worry about me!"

"No! People are iron and steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic, and you must eat enough!" Jiang Dali said conclusively.

"Isn't this a foodie duo?" A strange voice came from behind the two of them, and when they turned around, they saw that it was the blonde boy Hao Chuan who had repeatedly provoked in class.

Immediately provoked the other students in the cafeteria to burst into laughter, Jiang Dali's face turned red, he swallowed the food in his mouth with great effort, and retorted loudly: "What's wrong with eating? My father said, I'm still growing my body, and I have the strength to practice martial arts when I'm full!" Tang Lang almost hid his face and burst into tears, this Jiang Dali's brain is not slow, but as long as he mentions eating, he can't turn around, which is really embarrassing.

"Only you poor ghosts who have never seen the world think that the food in the academy cafeteria is delicious, and it is far worse than the Minghai Restaurant in the city! Not only is it full of color, flavor, and flavor, but there are also many rare demonic beasts' meat, which is very beneficial to the cultivation of martial arts, but where to eat a meal, you two poor ghosts don't have enough living expenses for a year!"

At this moment, several figures in white robes came down from the second floor of the cafeteria, and the hall on the first floor, which was still talking and laughing just now, immediately became silent, and even Jiang Dali pulled Tang Lang to the side and let go of the passage at the gate.

Hao Chuan put away his frivolous expression, and stepped up respectfully to greet him: "It turns out that I am all the senior brothers and sisters of the intermediate spell class! I am the junior martial arts class, what is the use of getting the junior brother and my place Just open your mouth, our Yan family is quite capable in this Changping Prefecture, and we will definitely be able to help the senior brother and sister share their worries and solve problems!"

Tang Lang also recognized the identities of these people in white robes, they were all seniors who had been promoted to the intermediate class. In this world, there is abundant spiritual power, as long as the world has a little talent, they can feel the spiritual power to practice, and by absorbing the spiritual power of the outside world to form a spiritual power vortex in their own dantian or the sea of knowledge, they can practice step by step to a high level.

Among the nine arts of Xuan Xiu, spells and martial arts are the most sought after, spell masters use their own perception of the spiritual power of heaven and earth to drive a wide variety of spells, while martial artists temper their bodies through spiritual power, and use skilled martial arts to achieve the ability to split mountains and stones or fly eaves and walls.

In addition, there are seven skills that assist in cultivation: formation, alchemy, weapon, beast, spirit plant, identification, and prophet, all of which can achieve good achievements, but because the number of spell masters is relatively rare, it is more noble.

And these are just the intermediate spell class students of Canglei Academy, who have not received any professional evaluation, but have developed the habit of arrogance and inferiority, and have some disdain for the martial arts class classmates, one of them came out of the crowd and said lightly: "Yan family, I have heard of it, but what can you vulgar martial artists help us with things that our spell class can't handle?"

Although he was reprimanded in person, he did not show any disgust, but nodded yes: "The senior has to teach the lesson! But as a formal student, in addition to academic practice, I always have to deal with a lot of chores, as long as the senior has instructions, I will definitely find a way to share the worries of the senior, so as not to delay the practice!"

Seeing that he was so humble, the student's attitude softened, and he nodded and said, "Okay, since you know each other so well, I will write down your name, and if you successfully graduate from the academy in the future, your Yan family can barely be counted as an alternative!"

Hearing this, Hao Chuan was overjoyed, and followed a few people out of the canteen, constantly promising other benefits to attract talents for the family.