Ningjiang City, Huairen Middle School.

As the sun rises, students with school bags continue to pour into the campus, showing great vitality.

Classroom for the third and seventh classes of junior high school.

Before class, the students exchanged heads and ears, which was very lively.

However, there is one place that does not fit the atmosphere.

In the last row close to the corner of the wall, there is a separate desk, and a teenager is sleeping on the table, his leisurely expression is not disturbed at all.

Occasionally, a classmate's gaze swept over, and their faces were strange.

"Why is this guy still sleeping?"

"It seems that I slept all day yesterday, except for lunch at noon, I can't move!"

"Hey, you say, did he get sick last time and burned out his head?"

"Possibly! Yesterday in physical education class, I heard him squatting in the corner alone, chanting, saying what 'magic tricks', 'primordial gods' and 'ghosts', and he raised his hands and gestured indiscriminately, which scared people to death! ”

The friends shuddered in unison, and unanimously decided that this guy was not mentally normal, and he would hide as far as he could in the future.

In fact, even if he was not sick, everyone stayed away.

Because the boy they are talking about has a nickname that is well known to the whole school - 'King of Rags'.

The clothes are not washed all the year round, he is sloppy, his personality is inferior and cowardly, and he has a grandfather who picks up rags, and no one wants to make friends with him.

Not only his classmates, but even the teacher didn't bother to pay attention to him, so the boy slept very peacefully, and after two classes, he was woken up by a burst of urine, and opened his eyes very reluctantly.

The loose hair, the pale little face, and the moist corners of the mouth constitute a misty expression.

His appearance is very ordinary, nothing special, only those black and white eyes, which occasionally reveal a deep gaze, which is amazing.

Ye Xuan wiped his saliva, stood up slowly, and walked out of the classroom.

The toilet is independent of the school building, located on the east side of the playground, a row of open wooden houses, the surface of which is painted with a layer of white ash, but it cannot hide the smell inside.

After Ye Xuan finished releasing the water, he returned to the classroom, and a football suddenly rolled in front of him and hit the steps next to him, so he was unwilling to stop.

At the same time, there was a shout from the playground: "Pick up the ball!" ”

"Huh! Isn't that the King of Tatters? ”

"Hey! Pick up the rags, that's our balls, not your rags! ”

The three of them laughed, looking unscrupulous.

Ye Xuan looked up at them, his slightly narrowed eyes looked listless, he crossed the football and continued to walk forward.

The laughter stopped abruptly!

It seemed that he didn't expect Ye Xuan, who had always been cowardly and timid, to dare to ignore them, and the three of them ran over quickly and surrounded Ye Xuan.

One of the fat men is the most eye-catching, fifteen or sixteen years old, but three meters wide, fat and strong, and vigorous.

He stood in front of Ye Xuan and said arrogantly, "Are you deaf?" I repeat, pick up the ball for me! ”

Some classmates passed by, and when they saw him, they all took a detour, with a faint fear on their faces.

Speaking of Song Xiaowei, he is a bully in the school, it is said that the family is very powerful, and because of his physique, no one dares to mess with him at school.

He usually likes to bully Ye Xuan the most, he often shouts and drinks, and his classmates are no longer surprised, usually at this time, Ye Xuan will only agree, and dare not have any resistance.

Today is no exception!

Many people have looked away, not wanting to look again, only to hear a rejection in their ears.

"Not available!"

"What did you say?"

Song Xiaowei didn't react for a while, and his fat face was piled together, like a bun.

"Get out of the way, I'm going back to the classroom!" Ye Xuan replied indifferently.

His words caused an instant silence around him, and everyone looked at him in disbelief.

That Ye Xuan, who has always been humble and timid, dared to refuse Song Xiaowei in person, is he crazy?

Song Xiaowei was annoyed and angry!

He was used to bullying people, and he had never been hit like this, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Ye Xuan, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your temper is good!" I won't let me go today, what can you do with me? ”

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, and turned sideways to bypass him, but Song Xiaowei regarded this as a provocation, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push him: "Shall I let you go?" ”

For his movements, Ye Xuan seemed to have expected it and avoided it in advance, but Song Xiaowei chased after him and turned around and grabbed Ye Xuan's clothes.

Ye Xuan looked impatient, knocked off his arm, and then turned his toes, came behind him, and kicked out.

"Bear child, just don't clean up!"

This kick was extremely accurate, right in the middle of the fat buttocks, Song Xiaowei screamed and rushed forward, fell a dog gnawing mud, and then let out a scream like killing a pig.

Everyone looked shocked, turned their heads to look, and saw Song Xiaowei covering his nose and his hands were red.

"Boss!" The two younger brothers hurriedly went to help him.

"Ye Xuan, you dare to beat me, you wait for me, this matter is not over!"

After Song Xiaowei finished his cruel words, he turned around and ran to the infirmary, and the two younger brothers hurriedly followed.

There was no sound around.

No one would have thought that Ye Xuan would beat the little overlord!

It's a long time to see!

Ye Xuan ignored the shock of the people around him, and with that languishing face, he slowly returned to the class, lay down and continued to sleep.

Of course, it is impossible for a person's temperament to change drastically in a short period of time, in fact, the cowardly Ye Xuan in the past has already returned to his soul in the serious illness three days ago, and now this body contains the soul of another person.

Coincidentally, his name is also Ye Xuan, he is a casual cultivator in the Eternal Continent, when he was exploring the ruins of gods and demons with his friends, he was betrayed by his friends, and he thought that he would die, but who knew that he woke up again and came here.

The world is full of wonders.

After a brief period of consternation, Ye Xuan quickly accepted the fact of being reborn, and then worked hard to understand the world.

The solar galaxy, the green planet, and the vast continent are dotted with many countries, and there are no monks here, or rather, the monks are hidden, and they are surrounded by ordinary people.

This is the mortal world!

Ye Xuan should have felt fortunate to be able to come back from the dead, but when he understood his condition, he couldn't be happy anyway.

Because he found that the aura in this world was very weak, which also indicated that it would be very difficult to cultivate here.

What's worse is that he tried to meditate countless times to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, but his body did not react in the slightest.

Obviously, it is the exercises practiced in the previous life, and this body is also very good, although the aura is a little weaker, but there is still it, why can't it be practiced?