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The principal is definitely a few masters that Wang Fuxing has encountered since his debut, and several teaching directors who can barely stop the sword of the emperor's spirit are not at the same level at all, especially the counterattack before death, even in the brightly lit hall on the second floor, Huo Huo's sword light is still dazzling, and the beauty red sleeves add fragrance and hand grinding is an artistic conception, but the red face and long sword dance is not another scenery?

At that moment, Huangfu Lingxi should have made a full attack, not to mention the principal, Wang Fuxing himself could not guarantee that he could take that sword and be unscathed.

Four flesh-and-blood corpses fell in the hall, blood flowed wantonly, while a pair of young men and women hugged each other and kissed, silent, but extremely weird, and a certain comrade's heroic kiss came out, even if it was the emperor's Lingxi, the corners of his delicate mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and he wanted to arrange a nonsensical bad breath to ridicule Wang Fuxing, but after hesitating, he still held back.

Wang Fuxing, who has been standing aside tonight as the boss and didn't make a move, squinted his eyes lightly, smiling playfully, this woman who is still in her arms is really interesting, every time she hugs her and kisses, she will subconsciously hang her hands, like a puppet, there is no affectionate behavior that lovers should have, in fact, Wang Fuxing still appreciates Yu Xiaoyu, Teacher Chu can too, the former is unrestrained, the latter is shy, but when kissing, he will subconsciously choose to hug his neck and rub unconsciously, Huangfu Lingxi compares with them, It's too boring.

Is this a silent resistance after accepting fate?

Wang Fuxing smiled, this woman is still quite cute.

"Hold me, in the dead of night, I'll teach you how to be a woman."

Wang Fuxing laughed softly, invisibly, the hard shell in his heart has been peeled off by various external forces, men like women, it is a normal thing, he accepted Chu Qianyuan, and then accepted Yu Xiaoyu, he no longer resisted, although he did not deliberately pursue the pink game Hongchen, but since he had accepted the two women, Wang Fuxing subconsciously wanted to accept the Huangfu Lingxi-

This fact proves that men really can't make mistakes in terms of feelings and **, and they will definitely become habitual offenders in the end.

"I was meant to be a woman."

Huangfu Ling's eyes were clear, his face was calm, and he said with a serious face, telling a fact that was almost ironclad, she was still being held in Wang Fuxing's arms now, the other party didn't let go, and she didn't pretentiously struggle to let Wang Fuxing go, just stared at him.

This woman's stillness and movement seem to be extraordinarily distinct.

"It's not the same as being a woman."

Wang Fuxing said with a smile, and while speaking, he did not forget to gently knead it on the small waist of Huangfu Lingxi, although it was separated by clothes, the tentacles were still warm, making people feel the urge to lift her clothes.

Huangfu Lingxi took a step back, stepped out of Wang Fuxing's arms, and said indifferently: "You are very boring. ”

"It's always much more interesting than the dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, and the things between men and women are far more wonderful than you think."

Wang Fuxing lit a cigarette and just wanted to continue talking, but his eyes suddenly widened.

Huangfu Lingxi blushed.

That's right, under the illumination of the light, her fair and soft face was dyed with a layer of redness, and there was a hint of shyness in the surname.

Wang Fuxing stared at the rare style of the woman in front of him, and his heart trembled.

Huangfu Lingxi was silent for a while before he wondered: "The matter between men and women, is it the strange sound you made next door to her?" ”

“――”

Wang Fuxing was almost suffocated to death by this question, no matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a twenty-eight-year-old royal sister, and the space in this aspect is a little white. But thinking about it carefully, he was relieved, this fairy sister grew up in Taoism since she was a child, even if the thickness of Wang Shroud's face can be called invincible, it is impossible to instill the knowledge of surname education in his beautiful apprentice, the old man completely handed over this task to himself, Wang Fuxing smiled slightly bitterly, looked at Huangfu Lingxi looking at himself with a pair of innocent eyes, and did not explain too much, turned around, and changed the topic by the way: "Let's go, let's go down and take a look, Yan Guotao used to rely on the hole card the most, the second-class branch of the Qin family, tsk, Tonight's harvest is not small. ”

Huangfu Lingxi's expression returned to the state of Gujing Bubo, did not ask that question, and quietly followed Wang Fuxing downstairs.

Although the area of the school is dozens of acres, but the place where people can live is only two small buildings, even if there is no Liang Jingyu around, Wang Fuxing can walk over, before he came, he originally thought that the school would be like in the novel, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, and the organs are heavy, but now it seems that it is really ordinary, according to Liang Jingyu, this place was originally heavily guarded, but after the outbreak of the Huating incident, the Qin family immediately withdrew all the arrangements of the school, and no one was left, and he planned to wait for this incident to make a comeback. Rebuilt the chess game of Huating with the school as the starting point, but before the Qin family could start, Wang Fuxing had already taken the lead, leaving only an empty shell for the Qin family.

Wang Fuxing took Huangfu Lingxi and just walked into the student building, and he subconsciously frowned.

Repression.

At this time, the small building, which should have been noisy, was almost eeriely quiet, and the falling needles could be heard, but the murderous aura was like substance, emanating from the second floor at an almost expansive speed.

More than forty killers who have been training since childhood, if they unreservedly release the killing intent in their hearts, although they can't reach the point of killing people with power in the movie, they are not something that just ordinary people can bear, and even Wang Fuxing feels the pressure.

He glanced at Huangfu Lingxi, nodded slightly, and went upstairs directly, there is also a large classroom in the student's dormitory building, the heavy iron sheet wraps the hard solid wood door, the classroom is brightly lit, here is the center of the murderous aura, and the murderous aura that permeates the downstairs all comes from here, Wang Fuxing smiled lightly but calmly, this time he did not let the Huangfu Lingxi walk in front, and took the lead in pushing open the door.

The killing machine in the room skyrocketed!

Dozens of eyes with strong hostility shot directly at Wang Fuxing, and the already stiff atmosphere in the classroom instantly froze.

Wang Fuxing raised his eyebrows slightly, what surprised him was that there were no tables and chairs in the room, and the forty-eight students were all straight, standing proudly with a cold expression, only in the direction of the door in the front was a place similar to a podium.

It's not so much a classroom as a big conference hall.

Liang Jingyu stood on the podium with a calm expression, and at his feet, three men with blurred flesh and blood were lying motionless on the ground, with their eyes open, dead and blinding.

Wang Fuxing did not make waves in his heart, stepped onto the podium, and confronted the dozens of killers below, he did not think that killing the principal would win the loyalty and admiration of this group of students. The reason why people are the spirits of all things, of course, is not only because they can be so simple as practical tools, no matter how cold-blooded, they also have a surname, and it is normal to be hostile to his thunderous methods, and when he came here today, he didn't expect to be able to get everyone's diehard loyalty overnight, as long as he could take them out, Wang Fuxing had already preliminarily completed the task he set for himself.

Huangfu Lingxi stood quietly beside Wang Fuxing, in the classroom full of murderous aura, her temperament became more and more holy, but the Qiushui long sword in her hand was trembling gently.

"These are supposed to be class teachers, right? I have been teaching you for several years, and every day I am expecting you to kill someone, or to be killed, and to be honest, they are very hard. ”

Wang Fuxing stood on the podium and said with a calm smile, the first sentence was to secretly provoke the relationship between teachers and students.

The eyes of some people in the audience relaxed slightly, and soon regained firmness, and the hostility became even stronger.

Wang Fuxing quietly put the expressions of these people into his eyes, just a change in the eyes of these people, has already made Wang Fuxing analyze some very simple things, the eyes are loose, undoubtedly they don't want to be killed, and it also shows that these people are weak among the students, several students who look proud around the iron hand of the class leader of Class A should be a small group with the strongest combat power, and the others are barely medium, three approximate strength divisions, for the current Wang Fuxing, It is more practical than detailed planning of A, B, C, D.

"The dean is also dead."

Wang Fuxing continued to laugh, pointed to the Huangfu Lingxi who looked flat and almost indifferent beside him, and said indifferently: "They can't even stop her sword." The headmaster is also dead, he is a master, but he also dies neatly. ”

"What do you want to say?"

Tie Shou, the squad leader of Class A who secretly cooperated with Wang Fuxing and Liang Jingyu, said with a cold expression, but there was a hint of fire in his eyes.

"They're all mediocre!"

Wang Fuxing said indifferently: "These people will make you killers, but the structure of the school is too small to train you to be excellent killers." They don't have that strength. Those who can enter the school are talents, you train a lot every day, grit your teeth and persevere, but they have repeatedly increased the difficulty of students graduating, this is not for your good, but because they are not confident in themselves, such people should be killed! ”

The audience was silent.

Wang Fuxing didn't mind, it was completely improvised, and he gave an impromptu speech: "The killer has always been a sharp weapon in the hands of the master, walking alone in the dark with bloodstains, every killer will step into society, to kill, to progress, and even to die, if the killer can't even do the most basic chic, what kind of killer is it?" ”

Wang Fuxing stretched out his finger and pointed at the more than forty students, his tone was still indifferent, but his eyes gradually sharpened: "You need a recognition." I can give it to you. ”

"The school trains the body, and the red dust trains the heart. If you continue to stay in school, you're a bunch of passable pieces of waste at best. ”

Wang Fuxing's eyes were sharp, and his tone was domineering: "You must follow me and do things for me, but I don't need your loyalty." If you have feelings for the dean and the head teacher who died tonight, I welcome you to take revenge, of course, if you have the capital for revenge. This is a world of the jungle, you just need to respect the strength! ”

Wang Fuxing's tone paused, and the young man who was low-key and forbearant just now changed his temperament in an instant, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and arrogant: "Now, I am stronger than most people." Give me ten, twenty years, and I'm better than everybody! ”

Majority.

All.

The two measure words shocked everyone present, including Huangfu Lingxi.

Wang Fuxing looked at the group of people in the classroom whose eyes gradually quieted down, and his body suddenly violent. Move.

Straight to the solid wooden door on the side of the podium, which was wrapped in heavy iron sheets.

Like a streamer!

At a short distance of five or six meters, he had already rushed to the front of the door without giving anyone time to react.

"Zheng."

The sound of the sword unsheathed suddenly sounded.

The face of the Emperor Fu Lingxi, whose face was as quiet as water, changed dramatically in an instant.

This was the first time that Wang Fuxing had used a sword in front of everyone, not in front of an opponent, but in front of a door in the classroom.

It's just that what shocked Huangfu Lingxi was that at the moment when Wang Fuxing drew his sword, the Qiushui long sword in his hand didn't make any sound, and after he rushed out five or six meters with the sword, the sound of the long sword unsheathed suddenly sounded.

Truly break the limits of the human body.

How fast did he draw his sword?

There are no fancy sword aura, and there are no dazzling special effects.

The people present couldn't even see how Wang Fuxing made a move, and their eyes widened before they vaguely saw that he seemed to be holding a sword and stabbing at the wooden door wrapped in iron sheets.

Just a sword!

Except fast or fast.

When everyone was waiting for the result with their eyes wide open, Wang Fuxing had already stood on the podium again, and the autumn water was in the sheath.

Did you get a stab?

If everyone opened their eyes wide and slammed the door, why was there no sound?

"Ding!"

Wang Fuxing stood in place before the sound of a sharp weapon colliding with the iron door sounded softly.

When everyone was shocked and stunned as if they had seen a ghost, the solid wood gate wrapped in a layer of heavy iron sheet slammed and fell apart!

Follow.

Crash!

The glass embedded in the large classroom was shattered in an instant!

Fragments flying!

Many even smashed directly on the students by the window.

And the wall closest to the door, cracks suddenly spread into a net.

Only one sword!

Come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condense the light!

There was silence in the classroom.

Wang Fuxing stood on the podium, squinting his eyes, his expression calm, but the hand holding the sword just now was trembling slightly.

After a short silence, all the students finally reacted, and instead of fanaticism, without worship, everyone had a kind of utter fear on their faces.

None of them were stupid, and after thinking about it carefully, they suddenly understood the strangeness of the sword just now.

"Hallucinations."

"He's not human."

"How can a person's speed be faster than a sound?!"

"It can't be."

That's what everyone thinks.

Including the Huangfu Lingxi.

Wang Fuxing squinted his eyes, and the hand holding the sword just now gently tapped the only table on the podium, the rhythm was slow, but it knocked into the depths of everyone's hearts.

Like thunder!

"Outsiders, outsiders. This is hell, the hell that imprisons you. Come with me, and I will take you to the world. ”

Wang Fuxing said indifferently, showing a hint of arrogance in front of people for the first time.

Arrogant and flamboyant.

On the high horse!