"Your sword......

"The head teacher gave me a gift, he said that I was different, noticed me in the crowd at a glance, and also saw through my unique talent."

"Let's be honest, how much did it cost?"

"Brother, it's vulgar, spiritual weapons don't talk about money, they talk about fate, one hundred and eight thousand fate."

"You spent 108,000 Star Coins on this broken sword?"

Li Xiaofei was shocked.

Ximen Piaoxue smiled slightly, and said, "How can you say that the sword is broken, the chief teacher Xi said, this sword is the most suitable for my talent, this is called the combination of man and sword...... Don't ask, asking is fate."

Li Xiaofei: "......"

"Is there a chance that you were fooled?"

Li Xiaofei quietly hid his rusty sword.

Ximen Piaoxue smiled again, and said, "Brother, you are too small, I spent 108,000 yuan to form a good fate with Master Xi, the chief teacher, can this be called fooled?"

Li Xiaofei: "......"

It's not stupid to have a small amount of oil.

The whole morning class did not go very well.

Li Xiaofei observed that most of the students' comprehension and cultivation of innate skills were superficial, and they were still at the level of the skin, and there was basically no progress.

Substitute teaching had to explain again and point out one by one.

"The overall quality of the freshmen is too poor, and most of these freshmen, in the Guwu Yi, are not even as good as the students of Hongqi High School...... It's also embarrassing for the admissions team of White Deer Academy, and they actually found so many Wolong and Phoenix chicks."

After Li Xiaofei observed carefully, he found out the reason.

If the school is not famous, it will not be able to recruit excellent students.

If you can't recruit excellent students, the quality of teaching can't be improved.

If the quality of teaching cannot be improved, the reputation of the school will not be opened.

It's a pure negative cycle.

However, Li Xiaofei also found the shining points in these students-

Although the talent is poor, he is still very serious about his studies.

Except for Simon's blood.

In the middle of the morning class, Ding Yifeng came back with Li Junjie and the others.

"Haha, good news for everyone."...

Ding Yifeng smiled from ear to ear and said, "In the small competition of the five academies that just ended, Li Junjie relied on his sword technique to sweep the genius students of the other four academies, and won the first place for our Tsing Yi East Academy in one fell swoop."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Junjie at once.

"Although it was only a short night, Li Junjie's comprehension of the 'Innate Skill' and the 'One-Knife Departure Technique' has reached the level of 'entering the classroom', breaking the historical record of my cultivation speed in the past two hundred years of White Deer Academy."

Ding Yifeng couldn't help but praise again.

The students of the Tsing Yi East Courtyard immediately looked at Li Junjie with envy in their eyes.

Although I have known for a long time that he is the first place in the Tsing Yi East Academy, in fact, many students feel that this is the rating at the time of admission, and it does not represent the level of everyone on the same starting line after admission.

I didn't expect ......

"Come on, come on."

Ding Yifeng beckoned and said, "Junjie, you can demonstrate it to everyone."

Li Junjie walked to the center of the venue and bowed his hand to everyone.

Then he took off the "Holy Martial Sword" behind his back with his backhand, pressed the motive, and with a click, the giant knife showed its full form.

He stood with his knife in his hand, and his whole body suddenly became solemn.

There is a power that slowly emanates from it.

Suddenly—

Laugh at!

Lift the knife, take out the knife, and slash horizontally.

The knife flashed.

Three meters away, a stone pillar of ten people hugging each other was divided into two silently.

Li Junjie put away his knife and stood.

The wind blows the green shirt, and the shirt is moving.

That's the beauty of "One Cut".

There was a whoosh sound all around.

Wang Xiaofan and Hou Ni, although they had seen Li Junjie's sword technique in Xiaobi before, they still felt amazing when they looked at it at this time.

Li Junjie looked at Li Xiaofei.

Looking forward to the look of praise.

It's like a kindergarten child waiting for praise from a teacher.

But Li Xiaofei was chatting with Ximen Piaoxue and talking about something, and he didn't take a second look at it at all.

Li Junjie was slightly disappointed, and then he surged with infinite fighting spirit.

The big guy must feel that his cultivation progress is too slow, and I have to continue to roll up.

"Student Li, can you tell us how you comprehended and cultivated?"

A girl named Chen Yao mustered up the courage to ask.

"Absolutely."

Li Junjie has one good thing, that is, he is generous, he never hides his selfishness, and directly reveals his cultivation experience, and talks about it very carefully.

Many students listened to it and had a feeling of enlightenment.

Ding Yifeng, Fang Baicheng and other teachers only listened with a smile at first, and they encouraged this kind of discussion and exchange between students, which can form a united and progressive learning atmosphere.

But listening to it, the faces of several teachers changed.

Because many of the things that Li Junjie talked about are "beyond the outline" - beyond the scope that a student can comprehend after being exposed to "innate skills" and "a starting technique" on the first day.

Much of the content is much deeper than what they said.

Especially when it comes to "a recipe for starting a journey".

The essence of what Li Junjie said, even the content of what they said was not consistent, and the comprehension was deeper, Ding Yifeng and others listened to it, and they also understood, and some of the fog in their hearts for many years was swept away.

Several teachers looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Is this what genius is called?

Such a terrifying perception.

No wonder the principal attaches so much importance to Li Junjie.

The hope for the rise of White Deer Academy is only afraid that it really has to be in this young man's body.

Ding Yifeng and the others were shocked and happy.

Li Xiaofei looked at the time.

It's almost noon.

He planned in his heart that after class for a while, he would go to the cemetery of the sages to completely understand the matter of the white-robed old ghost Liu killing chickens, so that the old ghost would stop following him.

Then I went to Tan's house to find the eldest lady.

This is the main purpose of coming to Xia Jing.

The morning session ended quickly.

When class was about to end, the old principal actually appeared and took Li Junjie away, saying that there was a very important matter to deal with.

Everyone can see that the old principal simply spoils Li Junjie like his own grandson.

Li Xiaofei finished lunch after class, and after brushing the favorability of the uncles and aunts, he pretended to go back to the dormitory to sleep, but in fact, he quietly sneaked into the back mountain.

With Li Xiaofei's current strength, it is actually very simple to avoid the teachers of the academy.

When he arrived at the gate of the cemetery of the sages, he carefully probed several times.

I didn't see the gray-robed old man again.

Shout!

Li Xiaofei's figure flashed, and he entered the cemetery.

A cool breeze swept by.

On the ancient bronze gate of the cemetery, under the mottled rust, there are faint glittering glitters, which are not easy to detect, as if they have not brought any changes.

The gray-robed old man appeared out of thin air and looked in the direction where Li Xiaofei had disappeared.

"Here we go again."

He seemed to be muttering to himself, as if he were asking a being, "Are you sure it's him? You really don't have to stop this sneaky guy?"

The wind blows the cemetery, and the grass and trees are dashing.

A cloudy wind swept across the flats.

The bronze gate of the cemetery shook slightly.

"Well, hopefully your judgment

That's right."

The gray-robed old man said slowly.