"Open a small stove?" Zhang Ying smiled, looked at the panting students, and then said: "To open a small stove, you also need to have the capital to open a small stove, I want to strengthen the difficulty for your class, but is it useful to strengthen it, they can't bear it." ”

Song Zixun tilted his head and said playfully: "Then teacher, while it's still early today, do you want to test the limit of the two of us." ”

Jiang Yeran smiled bitterly and just wanted to speak. Zhang Ying patted him on the shoulder and said, "Look at how active other girls are in cultivation, how can you chase others like this, don't be compared to her." ”

Jiang Yeran's old face flushed, and he glanced at Song Ziyun, only to find that the latter had not received this transmission, so he couldn't help sighing and nodded to Zhang Ying.

"Later, I'll raise my mental suppression by four levels, and you can just use your abilities to resist. ”

Jiang Yeran's expression suddenly turned grim, and he took a posture, and the blue-purple ghost cold flames covered his whole body, and even the temperature around him seemed to drop a few points all of a sudden.

Looking at the blue-purple flame ability, Zhang Ying nodded without a trace.

Song Zixun on the side didn't dare to be careless, and the dark dark energy swept through his body, looking like he was waiting for the battle.

"Ready, 3, 2, 1 start!" Zhang Ying gave an order, and his spiritual power surged, enveloping the two of them in an instant.

Jiang Yeran snorted and took a step back to stabilize his figure. The originally surging ghost cold flame on his body was now as if it had been blown by a strong wind, whirring, and there was a feeling that it would be extinguished at any time.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Jiang Yeran's body was full of energy, and every vein was filled with a rich fire element, frantically rushing out of the surface of his body and invading spiritual power, but for a while, he couldn't resist it.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Song Zixun on the side, and found that the latter was also clenching his silver teeth at this time, supporting him stubbornly, but he did not take half a step back. Because they were standing together before, but now they are one step behind other girls!

He felt ashamed in his heart, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, he roared angrily, and took a step forward with the fifth-level spiritual wave.

Song Zixun looked at the latter who was side by side with him, and a sweet smile appeared on his beautiful cheeks.

Jiang Yeran did not show weakness, and also squeezed out a smile in response. It's a smile, but it's actually a grin. The fifth-level spirit wave was indeed his current limit, but Song Ziyun's state was obviously much better than him.

Zhang Ying looked at the energetic two, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. With the fifth-level spirit wave released by her first-class master's strength, even an ordinary second- or third-rate master may not be able to support it for long. But these two children have been forced to carry it, and their physical fitness is indeed outstanding.

Especially Song Zixun, girls are already weak, even if they are strangers. In the face of his own spiritual wave, he did not have the slightest intention of retreating, but his eyes flowed with unyielding stubbornness.

She nodded towards Song Ziyun and turned her gaze to Jiang Yeran. Although this boy seems to lack motivation on the surface, when he really practices, he is not intimidated at all, especially when the opponent is a girl.

Oh, that's ridiculous machismo! However, this kind of macho boy tends to go further and be more attractive.

Yes, they are all very good seedlings, and they have a good cultivation foundation. Zhang Ying is confident that in the next three years, she will train them to become second-rate masters, or even first-class masters.

You know, these are a group of children with an average age of less than 15 years old, and they are almost adults after graduation. At such an age, the strength of a second-rate master is already a genius among geniuses, and it is the target of the truth solicitation of chaebols from all sides. What's more, it is to reach the realm of first-class masters, in the entire history of Tianxi Academy, there are not many students who can be promoted to first-class masters before graduation.

At this time, some students gradually noticed Jiang Yeran and the others, and they came over to join in the fun. Although they didn't bear the terrifying fifth-level spiritual suppression, looking at the two of them gritting their teeth and persevering, they couldn't help but be in awe in their hearts, this is their example.

After a while, the students who gathered around fell into silence. No one was dissatisfied with Zhang Ying opening a small stove for the two of them alone, they all understood that they couldn't even resist the first-level spiritual waves, let alone the fifth-level ones. For a while, everyone was shouting in their hearts, I want to be stronger!

"Come on!" I don't know who shouted first, and more classmates cheered for the two.

"Brother, hold on, go back to the dormitory tonight and invite you to eat chicken!" Wang Jun shouted loudly, his face red and his neck thick.

"Zi Xun, you are the best!" one girl cheered up.

Jiang Yeran turned his head slightly, struggled to raise his right hand, and made a "V" gesture with his classmates.

However, it was such a simple action, Jiang Yeran couldn't resist it for a while, and was pressed back three steps by the spirit wave, and had to maintain a half-squatting posture to stabilize his body.

This immediately caused a burst of exclamations from the girls.

Yue Cheng hurriedly said: "Brother, hold on, we all understand what you mean, don't respond to us!"

Jiang Yeran slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his hands were firmly in front of him, and his originally fair face turned red from the long-term oppression.

He roared angrily, stepped out with his right foot desperately, and with a "boom", he stomped heavily on the ground, followed by his left foot......

When he finally withstood the pressure and returned to his original position, he was already sweating, his eyes were red, and even the ghostly cold flame flowing on his body had a tendency to extinguish at any time.

Zhang Ying was secretly shocked, she really didn't expect this young man to have such a tenacious will, from the beginning to now, the two of them have been persisting for almost ten minutes.

Jiang Yeran was about to reach his limit, Zhang Ying paid close attention to the physiological reactions of the two, ready to withdraw the spiritual waves on his body at any time.

"Wait a minute, I can hold on any longer!" He glanced at Song Zixun, who was still under pressure beside him, gritted his teeth and almost held back these words.

As Zhang Ying said before, if she is not even as good as this girl, why should she pursue her!

Zhang Ying frowned slightly, in its perception, Jiang Yeran's body was about to reach its limit. If she can't bear it, it will cause irreversible damage to it, which is definitely not what she wants to see.

"Forget it, you've done a good job. ”

"yes, yes, don't hold on any longer, it's too hard. ”

Looking at the two who resisted desperately, the classmates couldn't bear it for a while and persuaded them to give up.

Zhang Ying sighed, but just as she was about to retract her spiritual power, a sudden change occurred.

I saw Jiang Yeran shouting angrily, and the ghost cold flame that was originally flowing on his body quickly drilled back into his body. A flash of golden lightning flashed away, reaching into the sky with a rumbling roar.

Jiang Yeran's eyes instantly turned golden, and the golden arc swirled, rendering his eyes like a pair of burning golden pupils for a while.

The next moment, under everyone's shocked gaze, Jiang Yeran slowly straightened up, and the dazzling arcs of lightning covered it like a golden god of war, gorgeous and domineering.