Three classes a year.

Except for the name of this class, everything else is completely different.

Leng Yitong walked into the class, and he was not despised or treated indifferently as in the past, but ......

Smack!

One by one, salutes exploded, scattering streamers and falling on her head.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!!"

What the heck?!

Leng Yitong was stunned!

She looked at these students blankly, applauding herself one by one as if she had been beaten with chicken blood, shouting earthy slogans.

"Welcome our Leng classmates to transfer to our class today." One by one, the students gathered around, looking at Leng Yitong's eyes, as if they were seeing a treasure.

"Wait, can anyone tell me, what's going on?" Leng Yitong raised his hand to block these classmates who came around.

"Classmate Leng, you are the person who Mu Shaoli has protected here, I believe your strength must be very strong, right?"

"In the future, the honor of our three classes a year will depend on you."

"Woo woo, after staying up for so long, can you finally come to a genius?"

Looking at these nervous guys, Leng Yitong felt very bad, could it be that she went to the wrong classroom?

She hurriedly retreated, and glanced at the name of the class, it was three classes a year, yes.

"Student Leng, don't doubt it, you will be the president of our class in the future." A boy put his arm around Leng Yitong's shoulders and said with a big grin.

"What a squad leader, it's a savior!!"

After some tossing, Leng Yitong finally figured out what was going on?

It turned out that the third class a year was the worst class in the entire grade, and even though Mu Cangting fought for her a transfer place, she could only arrange it in the worst class of the third year.

Leng Yitong, who learned the truth, had a sentence of MMP in his heart, and he didn't know whether to talk about it or not.

However, at this point, she could only accept it silently!

Las Verde Academy, like other schools, also has cultural classes.

However, since the students here are all geniuses, basically the proportion of cultural classes is very small, and the rest of the time is mainly cultivation.

"Classmate Leng, there are a lot of things you don't know when you first come, right?" The one who spoke was Leng Yitong's tablemate, a very sweet-looking girl named Li Zhi.

Leng Yitong nodded, and said helplessly: "I'm a little dizzy now." ”

Poof.

Li Zhi laughed and comforted, "You have to get used to it." We have three classes a year, and we have been bullied by other classes, and now we finally have a great person, and we will definitely be enthusiastic. ”

Not just passionate?

They almost got down on their knees and called Daddy!

It was hard for her to imagine what this third class of the year had gone through, and it was so tragic.

"Student Leng, in the future, you will know the helplessness of our third class a year." Li Zhi sighed and said faintly: "However, you came at the right time, and it will not be long before the day of choosing a disciple." ”

"What is the day of the choice of disciples?" Leng Yitong raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously.

"The day you choose your apprentice is the day you really step into the ancient martial arts. It's just that whether you can become a descendant of ancient martial arts depends on your performance. ”

After Li Zhi's popular science, Leng Yitong roughly understood what was going on?

They are now Silver Star students, and in addition to studying cultural classes, they usually do some ordinary training to improve their strength.

Silver level students have only one goal, that is, to become a true ancient martial arts descendant on the day of choosing an apprentice.

At that time, there will be a lot of ancient martial arts descendants to come and watch their performance.

If you meet the eye, you will be able to become a disciple of this ancient martial arts descendant, and thus embark on the road of cultivating ancient martial arts.