It wasn't until it got dark that poor Ip Man was released by the old monk.

Fortunately, the lights are still on in the admissions office.

Ye Wentian knocked on the door and entered, and it was a middle-aged woman on duty.

"Teacher, I'm here to report, I'm sorry, am I late?" Ye Wentian was a little sorry.

The middle-aged woman raised her head from Xiaoshan Gao's Wen Jiàn, looked Ye Wentian up and down, and stretched out her hand impatiently and said, "Take the information!"

Ye Wentian handed over the materials that had already been prepared with both hands: "Teacher, I have traveled a hundred miles, and I have just arrived, thank you for your hard work!"

Sure enough, Ye Wentian's politeness made the middle-aged woman's face look much better.

"Well, Ushimura, it's quite far away. What kind of martial spirit is this, why haven't I heard of it?" The middle-aged woman pushed her glasses, looking dazed.

Ye Wentian calmly replied: "Lord Xu of the Spirit Sect of the Immortal Martial Hall said that I am not a waste martial spirit and can cultivate. ”

As soon as she lifted out of the Xianwu Palace, the middle-aged woman suddenly became solemn, and the martial spirit that could make the Xianwu Hall admit was definitely not something she could question.

Filled in the name, age and other information in accordance with the rules and regulations, and stamped with the official seal, Ip Man Tianshun became a new student of Ziwu Academy.

"Your dormitory is in District 11, which is a civilian area, eight people in a room, and you are not allowed to change dormitories without permission! Oh, by the way, if you can be assigned to a class in the freshman placement competition, you can not only move to District A for free, but also have a subsidy of 10 gold coins per semester, good luck. The middle-aged woman handed over a wooden sign.

Wouldn't that be the result of the Young City Lord Hua Tian?

Very good, I just want to teach him a lesson openly.

Ye Wentian took the wooden card, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Teacher, there is an old monk sweeping the floor in the academy, who is he?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "It's just an old madman, when you choose a class, you must not take his class, otherwise you will definitely regret it." ”

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The area of the academy is very large, and Ye Wentian walked through the corridors and finally found No. 11 in District Ding.

The Ding district is indeed a civilian area, all ordinary bungalows, and the facilities are very dilapidated, apparently not repaired for a long time.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, there was a sudden fight, shouting and screams of pain from inside.

Ye Wentian frowned and pushed the door open.

The dormitory in District D can only be lit with oil lamps, but Area A is a luxury spiritual lamp.

In the dim light, three children were beating another child, and the other three were hiding to watch the excitement, the beaten child was dressed in white cloth, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, whimpering and shouting: "Please, don't beat me, I don't look down on you, really not!"

"Let you talk nonsense, make you disgusted with us!"

"Stop!" Ye Wentian shouted, he was most unaccustomed to this kind of bullying.

The people heard the praise.

"It turned out to be a newcomer, I thought it was the dormitory manager!

"Don't be nosy, this kid actually thinks our bed is dirty! he deserves to be beaten!" The tallest and strongest child stopped beating and walked towards Ye Wentian with a menacing attitude.

"Everyone is a commoner's child, and they should be united and help each other, how can you beat him up because he said the wrong thing?" Ye Wentian didn't expect that there would be such a bully in the civilian dormitory.

"I, Huang Xiong, am the boss of this dormitory, I will beat whoever I say, who dares to disagree?" Huang Xiong glanced at the wooden sign in Ye Wentian's hand, which was engraved with No. 11 in District Ding, and couldn't help but show a playful smile: "Oh, it turns out that you are also a newcomer! The rules of the dormitory, newcomers will be beaten, you squat over for me!"

", don't you just want to stand up? Let the horse come, I'm afraid you won't make it!" Ye Wentian was provoked to a real fire, threw the package on his shoulder to the ground, and put on a fighting posture.

Huang Xiong smiled evilly, pinched his fingers and forced him over step by step: "Hmph! Last year, the newcomer just started to have a virtue with you, what happened later? Don't you call me boss obediently? Since you have itchy skin, Lao Tzu will help you loosen up!" After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Ye Wentian's lower abdomen.

Huang Xiong is a head taller than Ye Wentian, and his arms are twice as thick as him, in Huang Xiong's opinion, cleaning up this guy is not the same as abusing vegetables?

Seeing that he was about to be kicked in the lower abdomen, Ye Wentian suddenly turned to one side, stretched out his hand and wrapped his hand around the other party's calf, his body bowed and topped, and the eighth-level bullet word trick was activated, directly pushing Huang Xiong out.

This move, with the help of force, will rebound all the opponent's strength.

Huang Xiong was pushed several meters away, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Boss!" the other two children immediately ran over to help Huang Xiong.

Huang Xiong felt a big loss of face, so he pushed the two of them apart, rubbed his aching buttocks, and said hatefully: "Good guy, there are two times, come again!" After speaking, a hungry tiger pounced on food, and pounced in the air, and at the same time turned his hands into claws and buckled Ye Wentian's shoulders.

"Idiot!" Ye Wentian didn't even bother to use the eighth-level strength this time, and twisted his body with a backspin kick, hitting Huang Xiong's chest.

In terms of strength, Ye Wentian is not inferior to adults at all, in terms of martial arts and physical skills, who in this world can be better than him, an authentic eighth-level descendant?

This time, Huang Xiongfei was extraordinarily high and far away, knocking over two bunk beds one after another.

The child who was beaten poked his head out secretly, just in time to see the scene of Ye Wentian kicking Huang Xiong, and his teary eyes were suddenly full of little stars.

"MD, it's impossible! You obviously don't have spiritual power!" Huang Xiong was really beaten, and he could still get up.

Ye Wentian sneered disdainfully: "Spiritual power does not mean a qiē!"

Huang Xiong gritted his teeth, and suddenly let out a loud roar, and red spiritual power emerged from his body, and the spiritual power flowed up, like a flame.

A white spirit ring rose from under his feet, Huang Xiong's breath surged again, brownish-red hairs began to appear on his face, his ears began to sharpen, and sharp nails stretched out, scraping on the bed and sparking sparks.

"This is a world where spiritual power is respected, and spiritual power is a qiē! Look at my flame lion tearing you apart!" Huang Xiong opened his mouth and roared, landed on all fours, and pounced again.

This time, Huang Xiong's speed was extremely fast, and the two were not far apart, and they arrived in front of Ye Wentian almost instantly.

Ip Mantian kicked his feet, jumped two meters, and stuck to the beam.

Huang Xiong pounced fiercely, and the green bricks on the ground were shattered. With a blow in the air, Huang Xiong was about to look up.

One foot stepped on the back of his head with great strength, and this kick used the eighth-level word breaking trick to directly step Huang Xiong's face into the ground.

Ye Wentian turned over in the air with his strength and landed firmly on the ground.

Huang Xiong got up, because of the close contact with the green bricks, his nose bleeded sideways, and his nasal bones collapsed.

After being injured, Huang Xiong's momentum was actually stronger, his eyes were blood-red, and his white spirit ring suddenly shone.

"Flame Palm!" Huang Xiong's hands doubled, wrapped in red flames, and slapped it reflexively.

The children around were terrified, they had never seen the boss use a magic before!

Ye Wentian exhaled a breath of turbidity, and shouted violently: "Demacia! Look at my life-threatening dragon legs!" twisted his waist and turned over, his hands were propped on the ground, his legs twisted into a spiral, and then he suddenly exerted force, and rose into the sky like a whirlwind.

With a scream, a figure smashed through the roof, cut through a graceful arc, and fell into the drainage channel in the distance.

Everyone gasped.

Ye Wentian patted the dust on his hands, clenched his fists and approached the other two children: "Do you roll yourself, or do I let you roll, huh?"

"Let's get out of here, get out of here!" the two children lay on the ground in a panic and actually got out.

Ye Wentian stretched out his hand to the child who was secretly looking at him in the corner: "Hello, my name is Ye Wentian, we will be roommates in the future, let's make friends!"