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"En?" The purple-robed middle-aged man was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that in just two hours or so, in addition to this white-clothed girl in the acquired realm, there were still others who could complete the assessment and come out, it seems that there are some not simple characters in this batch of freshmen...

The girl standing on the boat looked quietly into the distance, her eyebrows frowning slightly, as if she was thinking about something else, and did not care about this.

"Senior, here are twenty tiger teeth. Wu Feng carried the burden, jumped to the boat, and opened the bag honestly, revealing a large pile of bloody tiger teeth inside.

The purple-robed middle-aged man glanced at it and said in surprise: "Twenty?"

The girl next to her couldn't help but turn around and glance at Wu Feng, a faint light flashed in her clear eyes.

"What's your name?" the purple-robed middle-aged man counted, and then asked Wu Feng.

"Wu Feng. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be you. The purple-robed middle-aged man showed a hint of realization, "Your first level assessment belongs to the 'poor grade', so in the second level, you must achieve excellence, congratulations, you have passed the assessment of Lì Tong Guò, and from now on, you will be an official disciple of the Martial Arts Academy!"

Wu Feng said happily: "Thank you seniors." ”

The purple-robed middle-aged man smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "With your inferior strength, you can hunt twenty bloodthirsty tigers so quickly, your experience in fighting seems to be very rich......"

Wu Feng scratched his head and smiled innocently.

Experience?

He had never seen this bloodthirsty tiger, where did he get the experience! This time, he was able to hunt this bloodthirsty tiger so smoothly, mainly because of the "mysterious memory" in his mind, which clearly told him about the weakness of his bloodthirsty tiger.

That's why you can kill with one hit.

Speaking of this mysterious memory......

Wu Feng fell into deep thought, it seemed that since he came back from the Danjing Pavilion that day, something was wrong...

......

Time passes.

After Wu Feng was sitting on the boat, an hour later, suddenly in the jungle, there was a terrible cry for help, obviously the situation was critical.

The purple-robed middle-aged man didn't have time to say more, his figure flashed, and it roared past like a meteor, and it was staggeringly fast.

A moment later, when the purple-robed middle-aged man returned, he happened to have a gray-clothed young man in his hand, covered in blood, and one arm had been eaten by the bloodthirsty tiger, although it was his left hand, it had almost destroyed the young man.

There was a hint of pity in Wu Feng's eyes, poor fellow.

After the purple-robed middle-aged man stopped the gray-clothed young man's bleeding, he put him aside and announced that he had failed the assessment.

This made the gray-clothed young man's face gloomy.

The day passed quickly.

In the next 6 years, seven or eight people asked for help, and they were all brought back by the middle-aged man in the purple robe, some of them were only slightly injured, and some were almost on the verge of death.

Outside of these failed assessments, there were only six people who passed the guò, including Wu Feng, the girl in white, and the purple-robed young man with a princely and aristocratic background.

When he left, there were sixteen people in total, but when he left, there were only twelve, obviously, there were four people who had already been buried in this evil tiger mountain, and they didn't even have time to shout for help......

......

"Tomorrow, report to the Martial Arts Academy!"

"This is your clothes, identity tags, each of you, you can carry three retinues, serving you to eat, drink, live and travel, if you don't have an entourage, you can choose three miscellaneous disciples in the martial arts academy to serve. ”

The purple-robed middle-aged man brought everyone back, explained some rules to Wu Feng and the other six people, and left directly.

Those disciples who failed the assessment all left in disgrace.

......

Returning to the hut where the miscellaneous disciples of the Alchemy Academy lived, Wu Feng felt a burst of emotion in his heart, in just a few days, he had actually jumped from a small miscellaneous disciple to an official disciple of the Zhuyin Sect!

Nine days in one step!

From now on, you will become a human being!

He simply packed his luggage and prepared to leave the Alchemy Academy, first going to settle down in the hospitalization of the Martial Arts Academy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he was about to go out, he saw Zhang Xiaobiao running from a distance, his face was full of panic, and he said anxiously: "Wu Feng, it's not good, you run, that Yellow Crane wants to trouble you!"

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, "Trouble me?"

Huang He knew that he was in the Danjing Pavilion, the Taoist boy who pointed fingers when he wiped the Danjing, he was not only an official disciple of the Alchemy Academy, but also a little medicine boy beside Master Huang, relying on Master Huang's support, few of the formal disciples were willing to provoke him.

"Yes, in the past few days, I have been wiping the scriptures for you, he deliberately found faults, interrogated a few words, I said that you are sick, so I will replace you, but he said, this is your job, even if you are sick, you have to do it yourself!" Zhang Xiaobiao wanted to cry without tears.

Wu Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "How can this be reasonable, this is not his responsibility." ”

Zhang Xiaobiao grabbed his body and hurriedly said: "You hurry up and lie down and pretend to be sick, he will come soon, if he sees you so alive, he will definitely not give up." ”

Wu Feng was about to say something, but suddenly his brows moved, and he didn't make a sound.

"Pretending to be sick?" An arrogant voice came, "Hmph, it's really a cat, but it's a pity that it's late, as a miscellaneous disciple, but he doesn't do miscellaneous labor, so people impostor, how can this be reasonable!"

With the voice, a yellow-robed Taoist boy appeared in front of the two, followed by six or seven miscellaneous disciples, menacing.

"Are you Wu Feng?" the yellow-robed Dao Tong glanced at Wu Feng with slanted eyes, "What a big boldness, you dare to be lazy, you don't want to be a miscellaneous disciple, right? From now on, you are not a disciple of the Miscellaneous Academy, immediately pack your luggage and leave here." ”

Wu Feng smiled and said, "That's exactly what I mean." ”

He shook the burden off his shoulders and prepared to leave.

This yellow-robed Dao boy raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect Wu Feng to care about the quota of miscellaneous disciples, and he didn't beg for himself at all, a trace of annoyance flashed in his heart, and he sneered: "Before leaving, pay the price for your laziness for the past few days, just take it as a little souvenir I gave you!

The six or seven miscellaneous disciples behind him looked at Wu Feng with ill will, moving their wrists and muscles, and gradually surrounded them.

"Memorial...... Wu Feng smiled, "I really should leave some commemoration." ”

He threw the burden to Zhang Xiaobiao, who continued in a daze, looking dazed, but in the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, looking at the scene in front of him like a ghost.

I saw that the six or seven miscellaneous disciples who came over to Wu Feng had not touched Wu Feng's body, but Wu Feng was holding one in one hand, directly picking it up, and throwing it out at will.

These miscellaneous disciples fell to the ground, screaming in pain, and couldn't get up for a long time, even if they could, they chose to lie down at the moment, obviously they had already seen that Wu Feng was not a master to be messed with.

"You, you!" The yellow-robed Dao Tong looked at Wu Feng in surprise, never dreaming that a miscellaneous disciple of the Alchemy Academy would have such divine power!

Although he is an official disciple, he can only do alchemy, and in terms of fighting, he is no different from a miscellaneous disciple.

"What, you still want to hit me?" The yellow-robed Daotong looked at Wu Feng and didn't stop, but walked towards him, raised his eyebrows, and a little anger flashed in his eyes, "Don't you want to die, if you let me lose a hair, I will destroy your whole family......"

Syllable!

A crisp voice interrupted the yellow-robed Dao Tong's words.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Wu Feng in front of him in disbelief, and on his face, there were five more bright red fingerprints...

"You, you dare to hit me??" The yellow-robed Dao Tong's body trembled with anger, his eyes stared at Wu Feng with fire, and he roared: "You're going to die!

Syllable!

Another slap in the face.

The yellow-robed Dao Tong's body staggered, and he almost fell, he stared at Wu Feng with tears in his eyes, he was a formal disciple, and he was actually slapped by a miscellaneous disciple!

What a shame!

He was so angry that his body trembled, and he almost lost his mind.

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