In the midst of a burst of exclamations from the surrounding students, Huo Juxiong flew out upside down for the third time.

And this time it flew farther, a full thirty meters.

After landing, he rolled out another five or six meters before stopping.

He covered his right wrist with his left hand, grinning in pain, and felt like his wrist was about to break.

At the same time, when he looked at Zhang Fan, his eyes were even more surprised.

With the punch he just made, he had obviously used all his strength.

When you use all your strength, your strength can completely crush a level 4 quasi-martial artist, even if you challenge a level 5 quasi-martial artist, you can barely do it.

Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to hurt this guy in the slightest, but he flew farther.

Could it be that this guy is a level 5 quasi-martial artist?

It's impossible, I heard that there is only one genius Zhuge Liang among the 5th level quasi-martial artists in the first grade, when will there be another one?

By the way, it could be a sophomore.

Thinking of this, Huo Juxiong endured the huge pain in his wrist and got up.

One finger pointed at Zhang Fan: "Boy, there is a kind of leaving your name, and Lao Tzu's little fist will blow your chest again another day!" ”

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and said, "You scumbag, what qualifications do you have to know my name?" ”

Although Huo Juxiong had fire in his heart, his wrist hurt like a crack at this time, and he didn't dare to fight again.

Only one cruel sentence was left: "You wait for me!" ”

As he spoke, he turned abruptly and walked away quickly.

Zhang Fan didn't call him either, and while continuing to walk towards the classroom, he turned on the multi-function watch and looked at this guy's information.

Let's say that Huo Juxiong held back the fire in his belly and didn't have a place to sprinkle.

In the past, he was the only one who beat others, when was he beaten by others?

Thinking of the faint smile on that guy's face, Huo Juxiong was even more angry.

This time, I was careless, and when I rested for a while, my wrist didn't hurt, and then I went back to the field.

While thinking, I inquired about the location of the "scum class", and finally came to the door of the scumbag class.

Looking at the eye-catching sign on the door with colorful lights decorated with "scum class", Huo Juxiong scolded: "Which brain-dead can come up with such a brain-dead name?" Now that Lao Tzu is here, he can't call him a scum class anymore! ”

As he spoke, he reached out and ripped the sign off.

At this moment, a voice sounded coldly: "What do you want to do?" ”

Huo Juxiong turned around and saw a guy who looked quite handsome, but had a cold face and a bit of arrogance, behind him.

He didn't know that this person was the first day of the first grade, Zhuge Liang.

"What am I doing to you!"

Huo Juxiong said that he would continue to take off the brand.

But the handsome guy suddenly stretched out his hand, and before Huo Juxiong had time to dodge, he had already grabbed his arm.

Huo Juxiong was beaten by Zhang Fan just now, and he was holding back a fire in his heart.

At this time, he was grabbed by this guy again, and he was immediately angry: "Look for death!" ”

As he spoke, he threw a punch at Zhuge Liang's chest, and shouted in his mouth: "Lao Tzu's small fist punch blows your chest!" ”

Zhuge Liang could feel that Huo Juxiong's strength was extremely strong.

But as a level 6 quasi-martial artist, he would not be afraid of this bit of power.

He also clenched his right hand into a fist and met it with a punch.

Bang –

Huo Juxiong suddenly flew out upside down again, flying seven or eight meters away in the aisle.

The wrist, which was already painful, was hit like this, and the pain was even more unbearable.

"Nima, there is a kind, leave a name!"

With the current condition of his wrist, he can't beat it.

Now I can only say cruel words.

Zhuge Liang's chin was raised, and his voice was cold: "You are an uneducated guy, and you are not qualified to know my name." ”

Ignoring him, he turned and entered the classroom.

The students who watched the excitement around them all whispered and discussed.

"It's worthy of Zhuge Liang, amazing!"

"But it wasn't so powerful before, I've only been with Teacher Zhang for a month, and I'm afraid my strength has increased more than three times!"

After Huo Juxiong heard this, his heart suddenly changed.

It turns out that this guy is the first day of the first grade.

No wonder the strength is so strong.

But what about the first day, when Lao Tzu recuperates for a few days, he will still beat your chest!

At this time, the class bell rang.

The four famous young men, Wang Dong and others also came to the classroom.

Although Huo Juxiong had fire in his heart, he still stood up and entered the scum class classroom.

Several other students had already been informed by Mr. Zhang Yichen that a new student was going to be transferred to the class.

So it's not surprising.

It's just that Zhuge Liang didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant, and he wanted to take off the class sign as soon as he came.

A set of desks and chairs has long been added to the classroom.

Huo Juxiong sat up.

As soon as he sat down, a person walked in at the door, and when he came in, he didn't even raise his head, and said, "Scumbags, start class now." Pick up where you left off, and continue to study on your own. ”

When Huo Juxiong saw this person, his eyes were about to fall out.

Isn't this the guy who just beat himself up?

I went, I thought this guy was a student just now, but I didn't expect it to be a teacher!

And he happens to be his own teacher!

Nima!

As a teacher, why don't you wear a teacher badge?

If I had seen the teacher's badge earlier, I wouldn't have gone straight to him.

At this time, his mood was exactly the same as the mood of the four famous teenagers on the first day of class.

Zhang Fan didn't seem to notice Huo Juxiong until this time, and with a faint smile on his face, he said, "This new classmate, don't you introduce yourself?" ”

Huo Juxiong's face was ugly, and he didn't say a word.

Zhang Fan was unusual, and said to the other students: "Since this student is a little shy, okay, I'll introduce him for him." ”

Huo Juxiong's face became even more ugly.

I'm a big man, what's shy?

Shame on you, sister!

Zhang Fanquan didn't see it, and said to everyone: "This new classmate is called Huo Juxiong, what a mighty and domineering name?" 17 years old, level 3 quasi-martial artist. Well, the talent is not bad. His hobby is to be beaten. So on the way here, I was already beaten up. I heard that Zhuge Tsundere also beat him just now. Would you like to try it for the rest of you? ”

As soon as Zhang Fan's words came out, Zhuge Liang was not happy first.

Teacher, I put up with the four big gentlemen who gave me such an ugly nickname.

But you, a dignified people's teacher, also call students nicknames, do you think that's good?

The four famous people listened to it and rubbed their hands one by one.

"It just so happens that your hobby is to get beaten, and our hobby is to beat people. It's a perfect match. ”

Wang Dong looked at Huo Juxiong with a puzzled expression.

Ten thousand beasts rumbled through Huo Juxiong's heart.

What is a hobby that is beaten?

My hobby is obviously beating people, okay?

And that ordinary-looking guy, what kind of eyes do you have?

You don't really think that Lao Tzu's hobby is to be beaten, right?

Thinking of this, Huo Juxiong couldn't hold back any longer, stood up and said with a disappreciable face:

"One of you is a teacher, and the other is a level 6 quasi-martial artist who has just been promoted, even if you win me, is it very glorious?"

Zhang Fan looked at it lightly:

"Oh? In this case, let's compare with the scum of our scum class with the lowest strength. Do you dare? ”

? Fifth, send it out earlier, after all, there are many students going to school in the afternoon.

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(End of chapter)