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In the classroom, Wang Yan gritted his teeth and scribbled a line of notes on the notebook on the table in front of him.

On the podium, a young-looking male teacher with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, fair skin, and at first glance he looked like he had not experienced much real martial arts training, was lecturing on the podium with emotion.

This class is the analysis of the structure of cold weapons.

The seemingly young male teacher on the podium is a young professor who has studied cold weapons a lot.

Young teachers, new to university, are generally cynical and have the ambition to single-handedly change the chaos of teaching.

Of course, such a burden is usually worn out within a few years after the teacher enters the university.

Obviously, the teacher on the podium in front of him has not yet reached this stage.

Before the lesson, this teacher gave all the students very clear rules.

No student is allowed to use a mobile phone in his class, and everyone must take class notes.

At the end of the final semester, each student's grade will be determined by the performance of class notes.

As soon as this regulation was announced, the group of students in the class, who had just entered their freshman year, were naturally bluffed, and they didn't dare to move their mobile phones at all, for fear that one of them would accidentally be failed by the strict teacher in front of them.

But as an old oilman who had experienced four years of college life in his previous life, Wang Yan was disdainful of this teacher's requirements.

What bullshit notes.

This is the university.

Do you really think it's still high school?

He didn't bother to pay attention to the teacher who wanted to show his prestige by establishing a few rules, took the pen and gritted his teeth and scribbled on the notebook in front of him.

He wasn't angry with the teacher.

Angry because of last night's trip to the dream world.

Last night in the dream world, he was crushed all the way by the monster that the first seat of the medicine peak had turned into.

All his moves were exhausted, but in front of the first seat of the medicine peak, he was still powerless.

It's like a baby facing a tall adult.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he escaped in time to avoid the end of dying again in the dream world.

The first seat of the Medicine Peak seemed to be trapped in that attic, unable to step out of it.

After Wang Yan escaped from the attic, the first seat of the medicine peak did not continue to pursue.

Wang Yan, who escaped from the attic, had just broken through not long ago, and his joy had already disappeared under the violent beating of the first seat of the medicine peak.

How did he think about how unwilling he was in his heart, and after a little pranayama, he planned to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion next to him to try his luck.

As a result, it didn't take long for him to escape with a bruised nose and swollen face from being beaten by another monster in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The strength of the monster in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was only a little worse than that of the first seat of the Medicine Peak, and Wang Yan also didn't have too much power to fight back in front of that monster.

Moreover, when facing the monster in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he once again felt the strange phenomenon that appeared on his body when facing the first seat of the Medicine Peak.

Body movements seem to become slow...... The distance seems to be stretched.

Is this some kind of method?

Or is it the ability of a strong person in the Cave Xuan Realm?

Wang Yan didn't know.

He only knows that he is very aggrieved now.

Very aggrieved.

"......"

Thinking of what happened last night, Wang Yan couldn't help but grab the gel pen in his hand, and once again left a deep mark on the notebook in front of him, accompanied by the sound of "creaking", the notebook was directly pierced by Wang Yan.

Not long after he broke through, he was happy to try his strength.

As a result, he was beaten violently.

Can he not be angry?

"Brother Ash, Brother Ash......"

Xu is Wang Ye's voice was too loud, and Huang Mao, who was struggling to write and frantically take notes, stabbed Wang

Ember whispered, "What are you doing? Don't you take notes? Aren't you afraid that the teacher will fail you when the time comes?"

"Take a fart note."

Wang Yan glanced at him: "If you have the ability, let him give me a failing course."

"Be quiet, then."

Huang Mao whispered, "Brother Ash, your voice is too loud here, the teacher has already glanced at you several times just now, be careful that he is worried about you."

Wang Yan ignored him, still gritting his teeth and scribbling on the notebook.

I was thinking about what I should do to improve my strength in the dream world faster.

Revenge this beating as soon as possible.

The creaking sound of paper stroke made Huang Mao panic when he heard it, and he was about to whisper something more, but suddenly heard the voice of the teacher on the high platform: "The boy sitting in the penultimate row, you have been drawing paper there and not taking notes, have I learned everything I said?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment, and one after another eyes followed the teacher's line of sight and fell on Wang Yan's body.

Under the gaze one after another, Wang Yan stood up calmly.

"Yes."

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, who suddenly became surprised, Wang Yan nodded calmly.

A faint word not only made the faces of everyone in the entire classroom stunned, but even the teachers on the high platform were stunned uncontrollably for a few seconds.

Wang Yan's name is very clear to the students in the field.

Today's college entrance examination martial arts champion, the first year of the entire Great Xia Army, the first year of martial arts, the undisputed first place in martial arts.

All the freshmen are only happy and convinced of Wang Yan in the martial arts field.

But what about the construction of cold weapons?

Even if he is an extraordinary attainer in the martial arts, how can he know anything about this field?

Wang Yan still dared to nod so calmly, saying that he already knew all the questions explained by the teacher on the high platform?

"Oh, it's really interesting, even I don't dare to say how much I know about the analytical structure of cold weapons, a freshman, how dare to be so ashamed......

The teacher on the high platform came back to his senses and sneered at this time.

"Since you said that you know everything about cold weapons that I have told, then tell me the advantages and disadvantages of various weapons."

The teacher crossed his arms and sneered, waiting to see Wang Yan's joke.

He had noticed the boy from the beginning.

As a research-oriented scholar, he has the same common problem as other young and vigorous scholars, that is, he looks down on this group of martial artists.

The boy took his class and didn't pay attention to it from beginning to end.

Although the question was not too difficult, he didn't believe that this boy could answer it.

The yellow hair on the side had begun to sweat on his forehead, frantically flipping through his notes to find answers.

Finally, I saw the answer in the notes.

"Brother Ash, I've found the answer, the ...... of the cold weapon."

Huang Mao lowered his voice and was about to whisper the answer to Wang Yan.

But suddenly, he heard Wang Yanlang beside him speak, his voice was calm, and there was no slightest stuckness.

"Cold weapons are divided into swords and guns......

"It's just nonsense in a hurry...... I'd like to see what you can come up with......

The teacher on the high platform originally disagreed, thinking that Wang Yan was just making up nonsense in a hurry.

However, after listening to a few words, his eyes suddenly widened.

This kid...... Really?