Kicked out of the classroom by the teacher, Feng Wuji wandered alone on the playground, "Alas! It's like this every time, Feng Wuji you go out! Wind Mowgli you go out! Can't you just put it another way? No matter! I slept again, and I was awakened by a nightmare just now! ”

After speaking, facing the warm sunshine, leaning on the door frame of the football field fell asleep again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To say that this Feng Wuji can be regarded as a 'celebrity' in the third year of Qinghe City Middle School, sleepy, don't care about day and night, you can fall asleep with your eyes closed, and always fantasize that you can become the pride of those high heavens, and people give nicknames to daydream.

is worthy of being the grandmaster of this, no, after only a few breaths, he fell asleep again and discussed his life ideals with Mama Rong.

Time passed little by little, the originally cloudless sky gradually darkened, and in an instant, the clouds were thick, and the summer weather was so fickle, turning the face like turning a book.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, without any sound, like a giant dragon, and plunged headlong from the dark clouds, aiming directly at the goal frame on the playground.

The dragon-shaped lightning directly hit the iron door frame, and went all the way down the iron pipe, like a dragon entering the sea, fierce and fast!

With a pop, the sleeping Feng Wuji was attacked by thunder and lightning, and his clothes suddenly burst and his hair stood on end, as if he had just returned from the coal mine.

"Not good! Someone has been struck by lightning! Chen Zhongzheng, the principal of No. 1 Middle School, was discussing radio gymnastics with the new female teacher, and Lingzhi suddenly saw a scene on the playground, the clothes scattered on the ground were instantly neatly worn on the body, and with a flash, he came to Feng Wuji's side.

The pure spiritual power was slowly fed into Feng Wuji's body, and after the treatment of spiritual power, Feng Wuji's vitality recovered rapidly.

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An hour later, Feng Wuji returned to the classroom in good spirits, and I have to say that the cultivator is indeed powerful, and he was stunned that his life was hanging by a thread, so he dragged him back from God and gave him a new school uniform by the way.

Since everything was blocked by the principal Chen Zhongzheng's means of reaching the sky, the students didn't know that Feng Wuji had just been struck by lightning and walked away from the ghost gate.

Ignoring the laughter of his classmates, he returned to his seat and leaned over the desk, a year! It's been a year since he came into this world!

Feng Wuji is a person who hides a big secret, and that is······

"What? You know? ”

"Impossible! I've never said that to anyone! ”

"Cut, didn't you just travel from the earth? What's all the fuss! ”

That's right! Feng Wuji is a Chinese on the earth, and he never dreamed that just by dreaming, he followed the crossing tide and embarked on a one-way plane through another world.

In this world, it is roughly the same as the earth, the language, skin color, and technology level are basically the same, but he saw a cow flying in the sky, really! Not bragging! It's not a dream, either.

"Wind Mowgli! There are 30 days left to take the high school entrance examination! How do you sleep again? Li Muzi at the next table said.

"Muzi, it's not like you don't know, I already like to sleep!" Feng Wuji was helpless.

"That's not good, Grandma Dean asked me to supervise you, and you are not allowed to sleep in the future!"

"Alas! For those of us in ordinary classes, no matter how hard we work, we can't be admitted to Qinghe No. 1 Middle School, so don't waste our efforts! ”

"That's not good, you're only acquired now, even if it's the most ordinary high school, the bottom line of admission is the fifth day after tomorrow, don't you want to go to high school?"

When Feng Wuji heard this, he was completely forced to do it, the qualifications of his predecessor were poor enough, at their age, seven and eight were everywhere, and five and six were as many as dogs, but he was the one who dragged his feet.

With his incomparable acquired double cultivation, he is also famous in the third grade of junior high school in Qinghe City.

Speaking of this, we have to mention the most popular iron rice bowl in Eurasia - the cultivator, how awesome the cultivator is, I can't tell you clearly, the recent high school enrollment advertisements on TV, those high school students will break big stones in their chests, split bricks with their bare hands, and scare you every minute.

Of course, there are also some videos circulating on the Internet, people run faster than cars, fish ponds explode when waving their hands, and even worse, they can fly on a bull, and it only takes 0.01 seconds to accelerate to 100 kilometers.

Maybe you think I'm bragging, but I'm responsible for telling you that I mean it.

Although, through the empire's nine-year compulsory education, everyone can become the lowest level cultivator, no, at most, even a martial artist. However, there are not many people who can really become high-level cultivators, one in a hundred? One in a thousand? It's still one in a million, and it's very difficult anyway.

Why is this so?

That's because the qualifications are different, just like everyone is born different, there are no two identical leaves in the world, just as some people are rich and handsome, white and rich, and some people are short and poor, black and poor and ugly.

Everyone in the empire will have some spiritual roots, but most of them are single spiritual roots and primary spiritual roots, so it is very difficult to become a cultivator.

Feng Wuji is a pseudo-primary spiritual root that is more than a primary spiritual root, and the entire Qinghe City is also unique.

The importance of the spiritual root is self-evident, and the speed of cultivation and the final achievement completely depend on the merits of the spiritual root. No, it's a very ready-made column, the first place in their class, Wang Zihao, a white and pure little white face, sixteen years old, male, the day after tomorrow sevenfold, the only intermediate spiritual root in the class.

Feng Wuji can't get used to his nostrils facing the sky, a second-hand goods who have been eliminated by the key class, what qualifications do you have to bully him all the time, but it really hurts every time he is beaten.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! ”

"Feng Wuji, sit down, it's time for class!" Li Muzi hurriedly pushed Feng Wuji, who was fighting with his eyelids.

"Dangdang!" There was a crisp sound of footsteps in the corridor, and as the footsteps became louder and louder, the teacher appeared at the door of the classroom, this is their homeroom teacher - Li Gang, a young man about thirty years old, about 180CM tall, well-proportioned, simple short hair, looking extraordinarily energetic, wearing a decent casual suit, cultivation, it is said to be a congenital ten.

"Class!" The squad leader Wang Zihao shouted.

"Hello teacher!" The students shouted in unison.

"Hello students! Sit down! In this class, we will conduct a simple test, so that everyone can better understand their shortcomings, and then work hard to get into the ideal high school. After Li Gang finished speaking, he led everyone to the training room on the side.

ps: The new book is open, please take care of it, Dongfang is grateful here, thank you, thank you, thank you