The corners of Su Wanqing's mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc: "Old man Tao, don't you feel any discomfort in your arms?" ”

Saying that, Su Wanqing took out an empty medicine bottle from her arms and shook it proudly: "A whole bottle, I poured it all on your arm just now, this is different from the medicine used in the assessment of new students, my bottle is not diluted at all." ”

"Su Wanqing!" With a loud shout.

The old man in Tsing Yi shook violently for a moment.

Zhao Wen and Su Wanqing flew upside down like ants that were bounced off by an elephant.

Zhao Wen just felt that a majestic giant mountain was approaching, and wiped himself, no, no, he didn't wipe it, he just shook it in front of him, he was about to collapse, if the giant mountain really pressed down, I was afraid that he would become a meat pie in an instant.

The strength of this old man is terrifying, at least the Martial Emperor, Su Wanqing actually provoked the old man so much, it really made Zhao Wen really not know what to say.

The two of them flew away, and the old man in Tsing Yi didn't make any other movements, just stood like this. stared at Su Wanqing coldly.

And Su Wanqing raised her chin slightly, looked at the old man in Tsing Yi, and did not let in the slightest.

The atmosphere is becoming more and more oppressive.

Under this depressing atmosphere, Zhao Wen didn't dare to move, so he had to stand aside so awkwardly.

After a while, Zhao Wen noticed that the robe on the old man in Tsing Yi trembled slightly like water waves, but that was the case, there was no more drastic change. Recalling that when he participated in the first endurance test, the feeling that itched from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, and every inch of his body seemed to be sprouting, Zhao Wen shivered.

According to what Su Wanqing said, the assessment is all diluted. What does this extremely high concentration of itching medicine taste like, Zhao Wen didn't dare to think about it at all, and he was even more in awe of the old man in Tsing Yi.

Finally, the old man in Tsing Yi stretched out a hand to Su Wanqing, and the hand that came out was still steady.

Seeing the old man in Tsing Yi stretching out his hand, Su Wanqing showed a victorious smile, took out another green vial from her arms, and threw it at the old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man in Tsing Yi grabbed the vial thrown by Su Wanqing, and smashed it directly in the palm of his hand, a flame seemed to emerge from his palm, and the potion boiled instantly.

The old man in Tsing Yi slapped his palm on the arm that Su Wanqing had shaken before, and the shoulder of one of the sleeves turned into powder, and the rest fell to the ground. A strong arm is exposed, but the skin of the entire arm is dark red, and it looks a little oozing.

The old man in Tsing Yi shook his breath, rubbing his dark red arm up and down with his palm stained with medicine, and a trace of red gas rose. Suddenly, the arm showed its normal color, and after a while, the whole arm returned to normal, and the old man stopped moving.

After moving his arm to return to normal slightly, the old man said coldly to Zhao Wen: "Hurry up and drip blood from your identity nameplate, and then bring it to me." ”

Zhao Wen was actually a little reluctant, but in this case, he really didn't dare to make any more extraneous branches, so he had to obediently take out the identity nameplate, cut the index finger with the thumb nail, and squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it on the nameplate.

Blood dripped into the nameplate, and a magical scene appeared, only to see that this drop of blood was quickly absorbed by the nameplate, and then turned into countless bloodshots, quickly outlining the three-dimensional image of Zhao Wen standing in the nameplate.

In less than a moment, inside the crystal nameplate, a blood-red Zhao Wen appeared vividly, which was exactly what Zhao Wen had been standing in the silver circle before.

Zhao Wen couldn't help but be amazed, and quietly entered a trace of Xuanqi, and words appeared on the nameplate.

Student status: Panling City Branch of Bashan Martial Academy

Name: Wen Zhao

Age: 14

Cultivator: Samurai

Class: Haori 368 Outer Courtyard Class 1

Credits: 195000

Zhao Wen was still waiting to take a closer look, and the impatient voice of the old man in Tsing Yi came: "Okay, are you?" Okay, get it quickly. ”

Zhao Wen touched his nose and reluctantly handed the nameplate to the old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man in Tsing Yi took Zhao Wen's nameplate and took out a nameplate from himself, which looked higher than Zhao Wen's level, and the entire nameplate exuded a jade-colored fluorescence.

The old man in Tsing Yi stacked the two nameplates on top of each other, and there seemed to be a faint flash of light. The old man in Tsing Yi put away his nameplate, and then threw Zhao Wen's nameplate to Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen took the nameplate and injected it slightly, and when he saw it, the class on the nameplate had become the fifth class of the outer courtyard of Haori 368.

Su Wanqing leaned over at this time, and went to see the words on the nameplate against Zhao Wen, a faint fragrance penetrated Zhao Wen's nose, and the hair on her ears and temples touched Zhao Wen's face, which was a little itchy and crispy.

The old man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly: "Don't you want to leave?" After saying that, he turned around and walked back.

This sound woke up Zhao Wen, Zhao Wen hurriedly raised his head in embarrassment, this time he looked up, his ears seemed to rub against Su Wanqing's earlobe, and the friction of that moment made Zhao Wen feel like he was overpowered, and he hurriedly subconsciously took two steps back.

Su Wanqing glanced at Zhao Wen and chuckled, "Little ghost, don't think nonsense." ”

Zhao Wen felt that his face was a little hot, his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Only then did Su Wanqing say loudly to the old man in Tsing Yi: "Qing'er thanked Grandpa Tao!" ”

The old man in Tsing Yi, who had returned to the recliner, closed his eyes slightly and did not react.

Su Wanqing smiled slightly, and said to Zhao Wen: "Don't pestle, go, I'll take you to the courtyard rules." ”

When Zhao Wen heard this, he hurriedly shook his head like a rattle.

Nima, let this woman help lead the way, she has already brought out so many changes, and then follow this woman, the ghost knows what else Zhao Wen will not expect in the future, to be honest, since he met this woman this morning, Zhao Wen has been afraid.

Zhao Wen said: "That, from the morning to now, has caused a lot of trouble to Tutor Su, Zhao Wen feels deeply guilty, let me do it myself, I can do it." ”

Su Wanqing said with a smile: "You really don't need me to show you the way?" ”

Zhao Wen hurriedly said: "No, no, you are busy with yours." ”

Su Wanqing glanced at Zhao Wen with a smile: "That's okay, be careful yourself." Don't forget to come to class 5 early tomorrow morning! Oh, by the way, you haven't read the rules of the academy, I told you in advance, absenteeism without reason is very serious, and you will be expelled from the martial arts academy. ”

Su Wanqing let out a burst of crisp laughter, swayed her waist slightly, and really turned around and left.

Seeing that Su Wanqing was really gone, Zhao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he had been frightened since he met this woman. The thought of seeing this woman again tomorrow gave Zhao Wen a little headache.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Wen planned to quickly get rid of the rules of the hospital. The experience of the morning made Zhao Wen eager to understand the Martial Academy.

After leaving Su Wanqing, everything went smoothly after Zhao Wen, and he received the rules of the courtyard with his identity nameplate, a few changes of clothes, and two bottles of potions that can be taken in the warrior realm, and then returned to the small courtyard.