The air in the entire room froze.

After experiencing the initial disbelief, the buddy who eats boogers feels the salty taste remaining in his mouth and gets out of anger.

"What are you looking at?" Lei Er continued to pick his nostrils, very flattened.

"That stinky old lady in the middle, what about you, and her group of Kaizi, please come and kill me Lei Er!" Lei Er was already confident, and he put his hands on the back of his head very stinkily, and his two little short legs were crossed on the table.

Jokes, lewd development is an operation when facing the big guy. This room of chicks, if you don't come to provoke me, forget it, you are clearly touching the butt of cigarettes all over the ground - looking for a cigarette!

Of course I'm going to satisfy you!

By the way, Liliwei!

"Lei Er, don't go too far!" An angry shout came from the door, stopping the boy's actions and invisibly defusing a beating for him.

"Huh-" Lei Er glanced at the buddy, the man with a tight nose that could trap flies.

"If you can endure this, you can eat. Lei Er muttered quietly, "Haha, but it seems that the boogers have been counted!"

"Lei Er! That's enough! If you pick quarrels and provoke trouble again, the old man has the right to cancel your qualification for the year-end exam!"

Lei Er heard the words of déjà vu, and then he was looking at the person who came in.

It was the black-faced old man who suggested that he eat and drink well first and then be happy that day, Lei Er remembered that the dean called him "Bao Lao".

The most absurd thing is that his suggestion was actually adopted.

Lei Er has a very bad impression of all those who want to sentence him to death, whether intentionally or not.

So he turned his head and stopped looking at the black-faced old man. By the way, he changed to a comfortable sitting position, and just now he was on the table with his legs on the table, and he was very forced, but with his child's body to do this action, even if he was a third-order martial artist, his back would ache after a long time.

The people in the room thought that the black-faced master was teaching the disciple with a mucus face, but when they saw him at a loss, they couldn't believe it after reacting for a while—the master shouldn't be teaching the six or seven-year-old child, right?

Some of them quietly looked back at the child, only to see that he was changing his position, from a tilted table to a second leg. Remembering that this kid was also a hanger just now, the disciples felt that this kid suddenly became mysterious.

The next words of the black-faced master confirmed their thoughts.

"Some people want to find trouble with Lei Er? I advise you to think twice. In addition, the sect strictly prohibits private fights, please go to the martial arts arena to learn from each other!" The black-faced old bag is depressed, it is really a big disaster for such a troublemaker in his class.

This kid has never stopped since he entered the sect, and in three or four days, the academy has held more than three meetings for him.

It's just that this son still has the qualifications of a natural martial artist, and the disciples can't see through his cultivation, but he can see it clearly, and his true third-order strength seems to be soaring.

"Let's introduce myself first, the old man's name is Bao Bi! In the next few years, the old man will guide us in the cultivation of the 'first class of martial arts'. ”

"Some of your disciples are actually qualified to enter the 'Zhongwu Class' now, but I personally hope that you will precipitate more and master the most basic cultivation knowledge before trying to reach a higher realm. Otherwise, you will fall badly. After speaking, he looked at Lei Er meaningfully.

"Shit. Lei Er took a sip. Touch the ankle and the pulse, what are you pretending to be an old Chinese medicine doctor? Don't talk about going to the Zhongwu class, I Lei Er is now out of the Transcendence Sect, a big poison pill can protect me to the seventh order, and staying here is for your face!

Lei Er's small movements naturally couldn't escape Lao Bao's eyes, and he saw the green tendons on Lao Bao's forehead.

"I'll take a name call. "Hei Laobao began to check the number of people.

Except for the crown trio who were sick in bed and did not come, everyone was together.

That second-order female disciple is called Xia Ren, and the boy with boogers is called Wei Chi Dali.

"It's quite scary, and that guy, who is blind and has such a terrible surname. What's the matter? Lei Er thought to himself.

"After that, there were two theoretical classes every Wednesday and Friday, and the rest of the time was for combat practice. One day off every Sunday. "Old man Bao started to talk nonsense.

"This time, the sect recruited disciples, and the Martial Arts Academy accepted a total of nine hundred new disciples, twenty-five people in each class, a total of thirty-six classes. You have been screened out of nearly 10,000 people, and the sect has high hopes for you. ”

"But that doesn't mean you can relax! When you reach the bottleneck of the second order, you will have to prepare for changing majors, which is what I said before about entering the middle martial arts class. If the strength is not good, you can only choose the remaining majors from others. Remember one sentence: keep your eyes open and start competing!"

"The martial arts academy offers five majors: sword, knife, fist, gun, and miscellaneous. ”

"Among them, the sword is the leader, and the number of applicants is the largest, but the number of disciples recruited is the least. As the name suggests, the courses offered in miscellaneous majors are very complicated, and there are all kinds of sticks, hammers, axes and whips. There are the most disciples in it, but they are all unmotivated waste. ”

"And the director of the sword major is our vice president, Guo Qiqi Sword Hao, a seventh-order venerable realm, an existence that stands proudly at the top of the martial arts pyramid on the continent. Some disciples, who have attained a higher realm in a short period of time, begin to be complacent, causing trouble everywhere, and if you continue like this, there will be no doubt that it will be a miscellaneous major. Don't waste your great talent, the old man advises you to do it yourself. ”

Bao Heizi's words were heard in Lei Er's ears, which made him very angry. The old man is not finished yet? I ignore you, and you are still doing it?

Fortunately, Bao Bi stopped pressing, flipped it with one hand, and a stack of thick books appeared out of thin air on the podium table.

This kind of immortal method fell in the eyes of the new disciples who had just entered the school not long ago, causing a burst of exclamations.

Lei Er also thought, this old man is good, and there are space props. After thinking about it, he didn't have a space prop at his age, so he might as well die.

What Lei Er didn't know was that in the space props of the black old bag, there was only one cubic size, and it was okay to hold some books and sundries, and there was no need to think about the big weapons or anything. His own ten-cube ring, if it is exposed, even Old Man Guo will blush slightly.

Bao Heizi asked a disciple in the front row to pick up the books and distribute them. From a distance, Lei Er glanced at the red and purple cover of the book, and there were a few golden characters on it, his heart throbbed, and he had an ominous premonition.

“......”

Lei Er looked at the "Five-Year Practice Three-Year Simulation" in his hand, his scalp was numb, and he trembled all over.

"This textbook is a summary of the cultivation experience of countless predecessors, and it can be called a priceless treasure. Especially for those of you who have just embarked on the path of cultivation, all the questions you can encounter in cultivation can be answered here. Please be sure to cherish this book, one for each person, and damage at your own risk. ”

Lei Er raised his head, with a pair of dull eyes, looking at the disciples in front of him who were like treasures, all of them were filled with happy smiles, and his brain was like a sledgehammer of the yellow-haired master in the middle, buzzing.

Lei Er knew that this place was not for him. Those smiles, he had only seen on the faces of the college tyrants in his previous life, were disgusting.

In the midst of jubilation, I only heard a loud bang at the end of the room, Bao Heizi's black face turned white, and the disciples in the front row stopped their excitement and turned back. Many people feel that many years of cervical spondylosis will be cured today.

I saw Lei carrying a new book and standing up, his face gloomy. He kicked over the table, and the stool lay at his feet.