"Caixin, don't get me wrong, I'm just too happy, so ...... So ......"

Menglan's cheeks were crimson, and she explained curtly.

"Mentor Menglan, let's not take it as an example. ”

Cai Xin's white and tender arms were brutally clasped around Ling Feng's neck, and his little head was raised high, with a hint of provocation in his black eyes.

The most curious thing is Ling Feng.

He doesn't seem to have any substantive relationship with Caixin, has he not confessed or hinted at her?

Although he was a little puzzled in his heart, Ling Feng was surprisingly silent, he lived in revenge once in his last life, and he was lonely all his life, and the feeling of being cared for made his whole body warm. Indescribable comfort.

The sound of laughter is like waves on the river, which lasts for a long time.

Dong Yu and Yang Wei opened their eyes as if they had seen the undead in broad daylight, as if they were petrified, and they were stunned at the scene.

Dong Yu's brain is buzzing at the moment, he loses, but he has to marry a chicken in front of tens of thousands of people.

If it is passed out, he will already have a foothold in Yujing City like this?

In comparison, Yang Wei's complexion is no longer enough to be described as difficult to describe, and his face is as blue as a hen hatching eggs.

He lost, and the end was even more miserable than Dong Yu, but he was going to swallow on the spot, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but gag.

"Ling Feng, you little cub, where are you running this time?"

Suddenly. A grim voice rang out.

The sound of the road was like a boiling flame, and a basin of cold water was poured on it, forcing the noisy sound on the scene to be extinguished immediately.

In the void. The vitality surged, condensing a blood-red giant sword several zhang wide, with a majestic coercion, and blasted towards the place where Ling Feng stood.

The giant sword pierced through the clouds and mist, and everywhere it passed, it was blood-red, and the air rolled like a wave of water. Make a cracking sound......

Meng Lan raised her head high, her face solemn.

Although I don't know what kind of deep hatred the person who made the shot and Ling Feng has. Putting Ling Feng to death.

But at this moment, she didn't have the slightest time to hesitate, her hands were intertwined, and a rainbow-like pink energy light cluster wrapped around her. It looks beautiful like the Nine Heavens Xuannu, gorgeous and noble.

With a clear drink, the outline of the pink rainbow changed, transforming into a real dragon, hovering upwards and wrapping around the red giant sword.

The two energies are intertwined with each other, canceling each other, and the energy emitted fluctuates like ripples in water. One by one, many freshmen on the scene fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

After withstanding the fatal blow. Meng Lan was relieved and spit out a mouthful of blood. The strength of the person who came far exceeded her estimate, and almost broke her meridians.

"Mentor Menglan ......"

The students of the waste class rushed over, scrambling to support the crumbling Menglan.

Ling Feng didn't move, and slowly raised his head. The cold wind blew and his silver-white hair danced in the wind, adding a touch of murder.

The void twisted. A middle-aged man with a gloomy face stepped on the wind and slowly landed on the ground.

This person is none other than the special first-class tutor of Shenwu Academy-Su Jiro.

Tens of thousands of students obviously knew Su Jiro, but they were strange about what kind of hatred Ling Feng and Su Jiro had. Unexpectedly, Su Jilang ignored his noble identity and killed Ling Feng on the spot.

The scene was all freshmen, except for a few people, no one else had participated in Ao Bingyue's birthday party, plus Ling Feng killed Su Daring, but in a few days, the news had not completely spread, so naturally they didn't know the inside story.

"Who am I, it's you, an old horseman. ”

Ling Feng said coldly.

At this moment, he once again realized the side effects of low strength, that is, seeing the enemy in front of him, but he couldn't help it, and that frustration dared to make him very powerless and painful.

In fact, Ling Feng's cultivation speed can be described as a rocket, but his enemies are all powerful and profound, and this kind of cultivation speed is far from enough for Ling Feng.

"Tutor Su, this is the freshman assessment room. ”

Tutor Lu didn't want to offend Su Jilang, so he carefully worded and said, "You have a noble status, and in front of tens of thousands of people here, you killed a student with low strength, so how do outsiders think of our academy?"

"Huh...... It was the old man who was reckless. ”

As soon as Su Jilang received the news that Ling Feng appeared in the Tower of Babel, he immediately rushed over, and at this moment he also realized that it was a little inappropriate to kill Ling Feng on the spot, and then his eyes rolled, and a strange color flashed, and he pretended not to know: "What did you say about three hundred and fifty points?"

"Here's the thing......"

Mentor Lu took the plunge and told Su Jiro what had happened.

"All ten bells are broken, and this score is naturally zero, what's wrong with you?

Su Jiro said with a gloomy face.

After thinking about it, he felt that he would play Ling Feng desperately first, and then slowly clean him up, so as to alleviate the pain of losing his child. Of course, killing Ling Feng is just interest, and he has to destroy the entire Ling family in order to wash away the endless hatred in his heart.

The scores that Ling Feng obtained were promised by hundreds of mentors personally, if he didn't count, wouldn't he be a slap in the mouth?

In this way, how do the tens of thousands of new students on the scene view these mentors?

However, Su Jiro is a special first-class tutor of the academy, and his style is domineering, and he is also an elder of the Star Picking Sect.

The hundreds of instructors on the scene couldn't afford to offend, so they thought silently.

"Mentor Su, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this. ”

Mentor Lu groaned.

If the words of hundreds of instructors are not counted, what authority will there be to teach the students in the class in the future?

"What Tutor Su said is not wrong, the ten bells are broken, and this score is naturally not counted. ”

Yang Wei said lightly: "If my father, Yang Wude, is here, the conclusion given will coincide with Mentor Su Jilang." ”

The hundreds of tutors on the scene all heard the deep meaning of Yang Wei's words, which meant that if you dared to give Ling Feng a score, you would not only offend Su Jilang, but also offend the master of the Dan Academy, and at that time, there would be no place for you in the Shenwu Academy.

Su Jilang gave Yang Wei a look of approval, and said lightly: "If the old man is not mistaken, the assessment of the freshmen of the college is the responsibility of this tutor, right?

"This ......"

Tutor Lu was completely speechless.

Indeed, the top management of the academy, the person in charge of the freshman assessment designated by those directors is Su Jiro.

But Su Jiro is very tall and rarely appears in the place where the freshmen are assessed.

So over time, this task was assigned to Mentor Lu. (