"Old Zhao, you are so old and still like to tease the younger generation so much."

"Not to say, it's really like that."

"But I think it's a bit too exaggerated. You are the vice president of our Nanfeng Academy. Why did you lose so quickly?"

“There are strong traces of the performance.”

"Come on, my friend, I will give you some advice on your sword skills."

After three breaths, the wooden sword was placed on the neck of the old man in the practice uniform.

The old man looked at Zhao Wuya with a surprised face, and the complex and unknown emotions flashed in both of them.

"well."

Chu Qing looked at the two of them, sighed repeatedly, shook his head and prepared to leave.

This time he did not show off, but was really disappointed.

Lao Tie is not good enough and the Rockets are not following. It seems that he is looking for other ways to restore his strength.

"You two old guys are really good at acting. You almost cheated you."

At this moment, two white-haired old men, who were also wearing training uniforms, suddenly walked over from the other end of the training ground.

He surrounded him with a hippie smile on his face.

"Why don't you call us instructor?"

"My friend, my cultivation has been suppressed."

The old man is very sensible.

"Please feel free."

Chu Qing raised his eyebrows and drew out a small spiritual sword.

As the sword light flashed, the two old men fell to the ground while covering their chests.

The old man was confused.

Zhao Wuya was also helpless, saying that you were joining in the fun.

"What's wrong with Lao Zhao."

"Hey, Old Li is here too."

"And Lao Wang."

"What are you doing?"

At some point, a group of old men wearing practice clothes were alarmed by the movements here and surrounded them.

After seeing the situation clearly, they all started to laugh.

It looks very similar to the smiles of the two old men before.

"'No, what is this junior? What's the origin of this relationship?"

An old man shook his head and sighed.

"It's so fake. You are also elite teachers of our Nanfeng Academy. How could you lose to a 15 or 16-year-old child in the same realm?"

"It really hurts all the teachers of our Nanfeng Middle School."

"Come on, my friend, don't pay attention to those old people just now. I'll work with you."

Don't...

Zhao Wuya was about to remind him.

"puff."

A blood arrow was spit out from the old man's mouth. His cultivation was very low, and he did not react for a moment to recover his true strength.

The whole person flew up in the air, spinning for 360 degrees before he fell to the ground.

The water friends in the live broadcast room suddenly burst into laughter.

"this……"

The old man looked at Zhao Wuya with a confused look on his face.

"What kind of system is it?"

"Is it funny how many elite teachers in the school were beaten and vomited blood?"

While everyone was talking about something, a majestic old man walked out of the crowd.

"Old Wang... listen to our explanation."

Zhao Wuya and others were about to explain, but they were immediately interrupted by the old man.

"Needless to say, I want to see what kind of relationship owners can make you "defeat" so exaggeratedly."

"My friend, come and help me."

This time, the real master is here.

Everyone calmed down one after another, staring at the back of the majestic old man. When the Nanfeng Academy was first established, the other party was already a veteran of the Academy.

I can’t say what I have in the institution’s qualifications, and my strength is even more unsatisfactory.

He should be able to...

puff.

Yes, another one is poured.

Bang bang.

Mr. Wang was hit on the forehead with a sword. First, his body stopped moving, but then he couldn't help but look in pain, and then he went backwards.

He staggered for a while and sat directly on the ground, then blood was left at the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't help but glance at the three people beside him, his eyes were blank.

"Why is Mr. Wang like this?"

One old man after another was dissatisfied and vomited blood.

If you are so good at acting, what kind of teacher do you want to be?

I don't believe in this evil.

"My friend..."

"Come."

One after another, the elderly spoke.

One old man after another fell down.

There is less than a group of enthusiastic seniors who are harmonious and friendly instructing their younger generations, and there is more than a group of confused guests who look at each other in a row.

"call."

Chu Qing pulled down his sword and let out a sigh of relief.

"No one is very powerful."

This is to listen to the fans in the live broadcast room, but it is heard into the old people.

"Old Zhao, Mr. Zhao, don't be excited. He is in the weather, so we can't afford to offend him."

"Eliminate the breath, eliminate the breath."

Zhao Wuya's face was flushed and he was about to roll up his sleeves. Several old men quickly stopped him.

"Don't stop me, my shoes fell to the ground."

...

Chu Qing walked out of the training ground in disappointment.

This makes it imperfect.

The level of the teacher in the Xuefu School is still not high enough. After all, he was a former powerful rank, and this Xuefu School can only have a few ranks.

It is hard to say whether the principal is a senior institution or not.

What's more, they suppressed their cultivation. This pretending is boring, boring, and without any suspense.

To summarize failure, you must pretend to be difficult.

For example, in the previous battle with Wang Nan, one had only five seals and no appearance, and the other had five seals and five grades of the blue dragon, and surpassed the level of the enemy, and this force was very successful.

"The anchor should stop pretending, the male and female protagonists have changed the map and left. Jiang Qing'e wants to take Li Luo to a place called Jinlong Baoxing to get his parents' relics."

A barrage attracted Chu Qing's attention.

What?

The boy Li Luo ran away with Jiang Qing'e. What's the point of staying in this novice village? He doesn't even give him experience of monsters.
To be continued...