"Hmm?!" Long Aotian didn't expect that his kick would be caught by the useless teacher in front of him, and then the numb feeling from the soles of his feet made him stand up a little more straight, but Fang Jin did not take advantage of the victory, which gave Long Aotian a while of rest.

"I have some skills, but if you want to give me some advice, you are not worthy!" Long Aotian naturally deserves his name as "Aotian". Although there was a numb feeling in the soles of his feet, he was not afraid at all. He kicked his other leg and hit Fang Jin with one knee.

"The strength is not bad, but Taekwondo is not stable. Once his feet are off the ground and have not reached the third level of the stage where he can step on the air, he cannot change the offensive and can only be regarded as a target of living." As if a teacher taught by Dun Dun, Fang Jin was talking, but his fat body was extremely flexible, rotating in the air, and rotating horizontally. He was driven by his force. Long Aotian, who had nowhere to leverage the force in the air, immediately felt that his body had lost balance. Not only did he fail to kill, but he also threw a dog to eat shit.

"You!" With one move, someone threw a dog to eat shit. Although he was not injured, he lost all his face, which made Long Aotian angry for a moment.

After a moment, he took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressed the anger, and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Yes, a warrior who can control his emotions is qualified." Fang Jin nodded. At this moment, Fang Jin's momentum changed drastically, and his whole body was like a mountain, emitting the aura of a strong man.

Looking at him like this, Long Aotian had an illusion in an instant, which was the illusion of facing the old monsters in the clan.

Long Aotian gritted his teeth, moved his body quickly, and stepped on the 'Zhizi Step' under his feet. The movements in his hands became more and more fierce, wanting to win with one blow.

But after approaching the other party, he saw the other party's smiling face that was not surprised by his compliment and disgrace.

"In actual combat, if the opponent does not reveal too much flaw, it is best not to attack rashly. Not all attacks can achieve results."

Hearing Fang Jin's words, Long Aotian suddenly heard a warning sound, and then he saw the fat man in front of him tremble. After a moment of ignorance, he was thrown away again.

The problem is...

Looking at Long Aotian lying on the ground, Fang Jin suddenly felt an extremely strong impulse in his heart for some reason...

With virtue!

Convince people!

Under the gaze of all the underage little radish heads.

They saw...

The fat man was very cruel. He took out a steel pipe from somewhere and hit Long Aotian hard on his calf.

Immediately afterwards, Long Aotian let out a shocking scream, and the severe pain went straight into his brain from his calf, which made Long Aotian, who had never experienced the pain, fall into a coma in an instant.

"Oye, Your Highness Fang Jin is so great!"

Seeing this scene, An Xiaoxiao jumped up happily, clenched her fists tightly. She had long disliked Long Aotian. His Highness Fang Jin won the best.

The others couldn't help swallowing.

They never expected that this head teacher would have such a ruthless move. It was a steel pipe. If a steel pipe was down... Long Aotian's calf would probably be broken!

By the way, are the teachers in the school so cruel? Can you carry steel pipes with you?!

"Carry him to the infirmary!"

As this brick went on, Fang Jin suddenly felt an unparalleled sublimation in his heart. He only felt a sense of relief in his heart, and the cells in his body were filled with joy. On Long Aotian's head, a golden 10 actually appeared!

Although I don’t know what the so-called 10 is, Fang Jin knows that it must have nothing to do with the man in black robe.

Immediately, a few little boys walked out of the crowd and carried Long Aotian to the infirmary.

"Now... do you have any objections to me being a class teacher?" Fang Jin grinned and smiled at the other little radish heads.

The fat figure and the gloomy smile made other students shudder and shook their heads one after another. They didn't want to get hit by a steel pipe.

"Go back now and go to class!" Fang Jin nodded with satisfaction.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the little radish heads rushed back to Class 2 of the year. No one wanted to be the next Long Aotian. The crisp and loud "breaking leg" sound still echoed in their hearts, making them frightened.

After everyone returns to the classroom.

"Now it's time for you to introduce yourself! Let's start with you!" Fang Jin pointed to the first student leaning against the door on his left.

"My name is Tang Xiaobao, I am nine years old this year, and I am from Datang District."

"Lei Kun, ten years old, Daxia District."

"Li Wushuang, nine years old, Datang District."

Daxia Middle School can still be ranked among the top students in Yanhuang Star, and there are students from other regions. Yanhuang Star is mainly divided into five major regions, Daxia, Datang, Daqin, Daming, and Yanhuang District.

Without exception, the entire Yanhuang Star human race was inherited from China, while the descendants of other ethnic groups left Yanhuang Star, and there were several forces in the federation.

"Zhu Xiaobai, nine years old, Daming District."

...

Listening to the students below introducing themselves one by one, Fang Jin's mood gradually stabilized. Although he had never been a teacher in his life, the memory in his dreams had the experience of a teacher for several years. The most important thing is that the students in this class are all descendants of China, and it should be much simpler to deal with it.

No matter what, there is the heart of the divine master in his body that who stayed there. More importantly, he has at least reached the third level and taught these little radish heads that can't be easily captured.

"Long Aotian, ten years old, comes from Yanhuang District!"

Just as these little carrot heads were about to introduce them, a voice full of hatred came from the door of the classroom.

Suddenly, the classroom became completely quiet.

Fang Jin glanced at the door indifferently, only seeing Long Aotian wearing a bandage on his legs, looking at him with anger.

On the Yanhuang Star, although there is no obvious classification, high-powered talents are basically concentrated in the Yanhuang District, while the other major areas are places where ordinary people live, so people in the Yanhuang District have a kind of arrogance in their bones.

Just like thousands of years ago, people in the capital and people in the demon city looked down on people outside.

Long Aotian's eyes were full of hatred. No one had ever dared to hit him like this, and he used such a low-level weapon, steel pipe!

He must avenge this revenge!

Fang Jin didn't care about the hatred of Long Aotian, the little brat. When he was in school, Long Aotian was still sitting on the ground playing with mud! Fearing of a student? Haha!

"My name is An Xiaoxiao. I am nine years old this year, and I also come from Daxia District!"

With An Xiaoxiao's last self-introduction, all eighteen students in the classroom were introduced.

"Old...teacher, can I... ask you a question?"

A student with a somewhat honest appearance touched his head and stood up. His name was Zhao Fei, a child from a countryside in Daqin District.

"you say!"

Fang Jin waved his hands casually.

"Teacher, are you really only... first-order?"

Zhao Fei asked carefully.

"Well, the teacher is only at first level, and there is only at first level!" Fang Jin replied truthfully.

"One level one level..." Zhao Fei muttered, "I feel so weak!"

Fang Jin frowned, "Why, do you want to be like Long Aotian?"

"No...no!" Zhao Fei quickly lowered his head and sat down.
Chapter completed!