"Ye Fan must also have a profound understanding of the mid-level sword technique of "The Thirteen Swords of the Eccentric Moon" before he can observe it. This shows that Ye Fan's mastery of martial arts knowledge is not as weak as he imagined."

The martial artists in the class were shocked and talked a lot.

Today was so shocking for them. They actually saw such an incredible performance that shocked Ye Fan in the last class they studied in Nanchen Martial Arts Academy.

They couldn't help but feel extremely sympathetic and pity for Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing had great hope, and was admitted to Luyang Prefecture as a top student in the martial arts department. Although he can pass the exam now, he is afraid that he will be ranked very low and become a popular person.

Luyang Prefecture Courtyard will definitely not pay attention to the low-ranking martial artists, and naturally the resources they invest will be much less, which will lead to Zhao Xing becoming more and more backward.

Zhao Xing’s neighbor Jiang Weiyun, one of Zhao Xing’s hardcore followers, suddenly stood up, pointed his right hand at Ye Fan’s nose, and shouted angrily.

"Ye Fan! You despicable villain, how can you disclose Zhao Xing's privacy in public like this! You apologize to Zhao Xing immediately, otherwise I want you to look good."

"Jiang Weiyun, Zhao Xing scolded me for being a useless person just now. Why didn't you see you being fair when you suppressed me? If Zhao Xing openly humiliated me now, you might just clap your hands next to you!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but retort coldly.

Jiang Weiyun and other martial artists have always been in a nest of snakes and rats with Zhao Xing. Jiang Weiyun jumped out at this time, and must have revenge for Zhao Xing.

"I don't care about anything else. You must kneel down to Zhao Xing and apologize to admit that you were wrong! Otherwise, after class, I want you to look good."

Jiang Weiyun snorted and said sternly.

Even if he is just Zhao Xing's follower, his status in the class is far above Ye Fan. How could he tolerate Ye Fan's provocation? A beating after class is enough to beat Ye Fan half to death.

"Don't wait for get out of class to end. I'll make you look ugly now before you give me a good look!"

Ye Fan didn't want to do anything more, but he was also angry at this time.

He is at the bottom of the class and is a very cowardly young martial artist. Everyone dares to criticize him and sarcastically sarcasticly.

Why do you have to endure all kinds of humiliation?

In the future, he will never let others ride on his neck to act as a mighty man.

Ye Fan glanced at Jiang Weiyun's fingers and showed a hint of sarcasm:

"Jiang Weiyun, there is still a little residual yellow powder in your right nail. You should be refining a heavy sword and using sulfur ore.

This mineral has extremely weak nerve toxicity and is not obvious, so the weapon refiner will not classify it as a poisonous mineral, but will only ask the weapon refiner to clean his hands after using this mineral refiner every time.

Otherwise, over the years and months, it will erode the nerves of people's fingers and lose their keen finger touch.

You definitely didn't take the words of the weapon refining teaching seriously. The skin of your right finger is dark yellow, which means that the toxicity has penetrated the epidermis and reaches the ends of the finger nerves, which has weakened your nerve touch by 20%.
Chapter completed!