"Wu Sheng." Zhou Yi shouted.

"Yes." Wu Sheng stepped forward.

Zhou Yi said to all the students: "I have looked through the results of your entrance exam, plus the morning test, so far, Wu Sheng's cultivation is the highest among all of you. Therefore, I declare that from now on, he will be the president of the freshman class. The position of squad leader is set to float, and whoever has the ability to defeat him can replace him as squad leader. Do you understand? ”

"Understood." Everyone replied in unison.

"Teacher, can I be inappropriate with this class leader?" Wu Sheng looked at Zhou Yi, although this was a question sentence, but he used an affirmative tone.

Zhou Yi said lightly: "Okay, then replace Wang Dong, who is the second highest cultivator, Wang Dong, what about you?" ”

"Yes."

Zhou Yi pointed to the iron chain in front of him, "These are iron clothes, specially used to improve physical fitness." One for each of you. After getting dressed, start running circles around the square. From now on, run until the end of the class bell rings. You can use soul power, but you can't use soul skills. Ranked by number of laps. The last student will be expelled from the freshman class. ”

As soon as they heard that the last place was eliminated, how dare the students slack off, and they ran up to put on iron clothes. The male students were slightly better, and most of the female students were disgraced after putting on heavy iron clothes.

The weight of this iron coat is at least thirty catties, which is a great burden for them, even Wang Dong, after wearing it, his face has changed.

However, it was not too difficult for Wu Sheng, he had now reached level 39, and under the crazy washing of various elements, although his body had not reached the level of imperfection, he was already far beyond the people of the same realm.

The title is simply perverted, and now all kinds of elements are still washing over his body.

"Publish a task:

Physical fitness? Won the first place in this run. Rewards: Eight Gates Dunjia (Complete Version), Forging Body Armor. ”

Gotta do it.

Wu Sheng put on an iron coat and didn't talk to others, and started running directly.

In two hours, he set himself a target of 200 laps.

The average speed should reach 3.33m/s, but this data is useless, after all, who can run at an average speed from start to finish.

Two hours, fast and slow, most of the time passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, only Wu Sheng and a few people behind him were struggling to hold on to the playground, and the rest were already so tired that they were sitting on the ground.

Wu Sheng now seemed to have been fished out of a steamer, and his clothes were already wet with sweat, but he still retained most of his consciousness.

"One hundred and seventy-two."

Zhou Yi counted silently in her heart, there was only half an hour left, and she was also looking forward to how many laps Wu Sheng could run.

The rest were no better, lying on the ground, not wanting to move a finger. And Wang Dong seemed to want to struggle up, his own pride did not allow him to admit defeat like this, after all, he had been trapped by Wu Sheng for almost twenty laps.

Look at Wu Sheng's side again,

He didn't dare to stop, his legs were already sore, as long as he stopped, he would definitely fall to the ground, and he wouldn't be able to get up for a while.

If it weren't for the wind, he would have fallen.

One hundred and seventy-four, one hundred seventy-five, one hundred and seventeen...... One hundred and eighty-nine.

Eight Doors Dunjia - Open the door, open!

Wu Sheng's speed increased sharply and he began to squeeze the remaining physical strength.

But how long will it last? On the one hundred and ninety-seventh lap, Wu Sheng finally fell to the ground, and the string that was tense all over his body-

Collapsed.