Bu Fan is really strange, he has no grievances with these people, usually these people are polite to him, and a test can change so much.

If Zhao Wuji is doing now, he can still understand it, after all, because of Bu Fan's existence, he will never be able to become the protagonist, and the first and second will always be enemies.

However, these other inner courtyard freshmen did not have this kind of competition with themselves, because even if there was no Bufan, it would not be their turn to do anything, why did they want to be a waste so much?

Obviously, Bu Fan doesn't understand that there is another thing called: "jealousy", they are happy to see that people who were once high up are now inferior to themselves.

But this group of people obviously forgot one thing, a sick tiger can bite a few strong kittens to death, Bu Fan's cultivation has already reached the ninth level of cultivators, even if he can't open his mind anymore, at least now he is much stronger than them.

The people in front of him are already the best among the teenagers in Qingzhou, but their strength is around the sixth stage of the cultivator, except for Zhao Wuji, the others are not his opponents at all.

At this moment, no one spoke, and they didn't even dare to look at Bu Fan's face, and the most fierce people just now even began to tremble in their calves, as if they were planning to run away at any time.

"What are you doing?" Just as the two sides reached a stalemate, a stern voice reached everyone's ears, followed by a young man in a blue cloth robe.

"Hello Mr. Aomine!" everyone greeted the owner of the voice respectfully, and these people breathed a sigh of relief, at least now they don't have to worry about Bufan messing around.

But at the same time, all the freshmen of the inner courtyard were even more crazy, and they secretly complained in their hearts, Bu Qingfeng was Bu Fan's only relative, and he was not only Bu Fan's uncle but also the vice president of the inner courtyard.

Now there is no need to worry about being abused by Bu Fan, but who knows how he will be tortured by Bu Qingfeng in the inner courtyard in the future, he loves his nephew but is famous in the academy.

"I just entered the inner courtyard, I don't have a good rest, and I still have the strength to fight? It seems that the selection of the academy is very easy, do you want me to find something to do for you, ah?" Bu Qingfeng scolded everyone.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly pleaded, and Bu Qingfeng walked straight to Zhao Wuji, who was still lying on the ground, and raised his hand to raise a warm spiritual power into Zhao Wuji's body.

In an instant, the paleness on Zhao Wuji's face gradually receded, and the internal organs in his stomach that seemed to be turning over returned to normal.

"How are you?"

"Thank you, Mr. Aomine. Zhao Wuji greeted Bu Qingfeng that he was fine, and he didn't dare to deliberately blackmail Bu Fan based on this. He is not a fool who knows what he cannot do now, otherwise the gains will outweigh the losses.

"Well, then have a good rest, and in two days the academy will take you to the 'Divine Burial Forest' to hunt. ”

Hearing Bu Qingfeng's words, everyone's eyes lit up, and even in the eyes of Bu Fan, who had a calm face on the side, it was difficult to hide their excitement.

"Everybody's ready. Bu Qingfeng didn't intend to hide it, and said to everyone: "When the time comes, find suitable materials, go back to the academy to make weapons for you, and now go back and have a good rest." ”

After all, it was still a group of children, and everyone dispersed with excitement, and the topic of discussion immediately became "hunting", and they were more concerned about what weapons they might get than a fallen genius.

Zhao Wuji, who was already leaving, suddenly returned and said to Bu Qingfeng: "Thank you just now, teacher, I will definitely work harder, the test said that I can reach the Shura level in the future, I will definitely not disappoint the school." ”

Bu Qingfeng looked at Zhao Wuji, who was as tall as himself, and said a cold "um", Zhao Wuji didn't seem to see Bu Qingfeng's unhappiness, said goodbye enthusiastically, and turned to leave.

Looking at the figure of Zhao Wuji leaving, Bu Qingfeng's eyes condensed a suspicion, of course he knew how vicious it was to find Wuji's seemingly harmless words. Bu Qingfeng had just returned from the field, but he already knew about Bu Fan's test.

So Bu Qingfeng understood that what he said just now seemed to be said to himself, but it was actually said to Bu Fan, and since he appeared, Bu Fan has fallen into silence.

"Dad, you know everything, right?" There were only the two of them left, and Bu Fan spoke first.

"Just now, I arrived before you guys fought, and I know that Zhao Wuji has also entered the ninth rank of cultivator, you have done a good job, and your standing training has not been in vain in the past few years. Bu Qingfeng did not answer Bu Fan, but talked about Zhao Wuji.

"It's been three years since I stepped into the ninth rank, and if I can't even beat a person who has just reached the ninth rank of a cultivator, wouldn't it really be a waste?" Bu Fan smiled bitterly.

"The strength-type cultivator was very dominant at the beginning of his cultivation, and now he is afraid that he is not far behind when he encounters a cultivator in the early stage. As I told you, all waste is the first thing to admit is waste. ”

"I've never considered myself a waste, and I've never thought of giving up!" Bu Fan said firmly.

"Very well, as long as you haven't collapsed, anything is possible. Bu Qingfeng looked at Bu Fan's immature but stiff shoulders, and continued: "That kind of test result...... Something must have gone wrong. ”

"But, three years on...... But I haven't been able to advance to the next level, and I can't get the hang of it. Bu Fan's voice suddenly lowered.

"But, in the same way, you also opened your mind for the first time at the age of six, and when you reached the ninth stage at the age of ten, there must be something wrong, there must be a way. Bu Qingfeng put his hand on Bu Fan and comforted: "Now, you go and get ready, and you will set off in two days." ”

Before the age of seven, Bu Fan had no memory at all, and he had always lived with Bu Qingfeng in his impression. Bu Qingfeng looks only in his thirties, and because of his cultivation, he looks even younger, but Bu Fan likes to call him Dad.

Bu Qingfeng is not married and has no children, and has always taken care of Bu Fan as a son. Bu Fan has always been his pride, and this time Bu Fan let him down.

Of course, Bu Fan knew that with such a test result, he would no longer be able to stay in the inner courtyard, and the academy would not waste energy on useless people, he could stay, all because of Bu Qingfeng. It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like for someone as proud as Bu Qingfeng to use his connections and even beg the dean's old stubbornness.

Bu Fan didn't say anything more, turned around and left, he didn't dare to let Bu Qingfeng see that those originally firm eyes were full of tears at the moment.

As Bu Fan left, the originally calm water began to churn and condense a thick layer of mist, and a woman gradually appeared in the mist, stepping on the water in the void.

When Bu Qingfeng saw this person, he immediately bowed respectfully: "Senior Zhou." ”