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Chapter 71 71. Sifengyuan Empty Cicada

Qing He and Jing Le's premonition came true the next day.

The genius was dim in the morning, and the three of them got up early as students.

In the first cut technique class, each student will receive their own shallow strike.

Asahi is the basic form of Zanpakutō.

Before they found their own Zanpakutō, Qinghe and the others had to carry their own Zanpakuto every day.

Even when eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, I can't let go.

The purpose is to be able to communicate more with his Zanpakutō.

After they really found their Zanpakuto and exchanged the real name of the sword, it also meant that they could truly become a god of death.

Qinghe touched the scabbard on the table with a very excited expression.

There is no man who is not interested in weapons, and Qinghe is no exception.

but. .According to what Kirinji said during class yesterday, shouldn't students have to wait until they are in second grade to issue Zanpakutō?

How come Qinghe and the others can get the Zanpakuto in the first grade.

As if seeing Qinghe's doubts, the man in charge of handing out the Zanpakuto scratched his head.

"Ah, that's how it is. That adult found it boring to chop with a wooden sword, so he applied to give you a light beating in advance."

Hearing the man's voice, everyone present was in cold sweat.

It seems that the teacher responsible for teaching them the chopping technique is not a normal person anymore. .

Sure enough, when the disheveled Unohana Yaqianliu walked into the classroom, Qinghe felt that the air around him quickly became cold.

The entire classroom was filled with the almost condensed murderous aura of Unohana Yachiryu.

And Unohana Yachiryu, who unintentionally released the murderous aura, didn't feel that something was wrong, but raised the Zanpakuto in his hand.

"let's start."

Qinghe plus all students:_(`‖∠)_
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For Unohana Yachiryu, who has learned all swordsmanship and calls himself Yachiryu. .

In just one morning, all the students in the class, including the only girl Shifengin Momiji, were sent to the Fourth Division for treatment.

The female Death God who was responsible for treating Qing He in the Fourth Division actually smiled excitedly after seeing Qing He.

"You are here again!"

The corner of Qing He's mouth twitched, he didn't want to come either.

Just like what Yamamoto Genryuzai did yesterday, the way Unohana Yachiryu taught them was to beat them up first.

That is to say, this woman is still a little rational. .

Of course, the bigger possibility is that the students present did not have any opponents who could make her excited, so Yachiryu Unokana did not go crazy.

But no matter what, after seeing Unohana Yachiliu with disheveled hair and a grinning face, Qinghe couldn't associate the goddess captain of the fourth division after a thousand years with this crazy woman.

While thinking wildly, Qinghe felt that the air around him was inexplicably solid.

Before Qinghe figured out what was going on, a warm little hand was stroking his head, and Qinghe could feel the tenderness of that little hand through his hair.

The next second, a gentle female voice sounded, making Qinghe's body stiffen instantly.

"Little ghost, were you thinking about me just now?"

Unohana Yachiru's beautiful face appeared in front of Qinghe, and the smile on his face was completely different from the evil ghost-like smile just now in the martial arts field.

Qinghe shook her head tremblingly, and smiled honestly.

"No, Unokana-sensei."

"That's good."

Although he said so, Unohana Yachiryu's hand didn't intend to take it off Qinghe's head, but looked at Qinghe carefully.

Being stared at by Unozhihua Yaqianliu, Qinghe didn't even dare to move.

Whether it is Yamamoto Genryuzai or Kirinji Tenshiro, Qinghe can be sure that the other party will not kill him for no reason.

But it's really not sure about the eight thousand flowers of Maozhiliu Qinghe.

The crazy woman stabbed him with a knife in the next second if she couldn't keep it. .

However, it may be that the sky heard Qing He's call for help, and a man with an airplane head appeared and rescued Qing He.

"Uzhihua, don't scare that brat, that brat belongs to me."

Kirin Temple Tenshiro walked up to Qinghe and grabbed Unohana Yachiryu's hand.

Unozhihua Yaqianliu is now even more interested in Qinghe.

In the martial arts arena just now, she felt that something was wrong with Qing He.

There are a total of 13 students in the class, only Qinghe has no experience with knives at all.

The only way to attack her is the most basic slashing or stabbing.

Naturally, such a direct attack cannot hurt her at all.

But after this morning, the speed at which Qinghe's cutting technique improved can be said to be terrifying.

There are only two things that can explain such a terrifying speed of progress.

Either this kid is hiding his clumsiness.

Either this kid is a real genius.

Unohana Yachiryu naturally leans towards the latter.

"But the concubine's eleventh team also wants this kid very much, what should we do, Captain Qilin Temple."

Unohana Yachiryu's tone didn't change from before, but the Zanpakuto in the woman's hand was out of its sheath while speaking.

Kirinji Tenshirou had no intention of giving in to Unohana Yachiryu's provocative approach, and he didn't know where to spit out the small wooden stick he had been holding in his mouth.

The soaring spiritual pressure on the two of them completely pushed Qing He, who was still receiving treatment, to the hospital bed.

In this regard, Qinghe said that he is actually used to it.

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"That... If the two of you don't take back the spiritual pressure, the captain will probably go crazy."

A man Qinghe had never seen before walked up to Qilin Temple and Uzhihua with a harmless face, and spoke kindly to persuade them.

After Qilin Temple heard the man's words, he hummed and put away his spiritual pressure.

The same goes for Unohana Yachiryu.

The woman took a deep look at Qing He, who was lying on the hospital bed with a numb face, and raised a smile.

"See you the day after tomorrow."

Before Qinghe could reply, the woman's figure disappeared into the ward.

Also disappearing at the same time is Tianshiro from Kirin Temple.

Seeing the two leave, Qinghe, as Mengxin, finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat up pitifully and rewrapped the broken bandage.

This pitiful action made the man who came over to try and persuade him a little funny.

"You are Chitanda Qinghe, right?"

"Yes... are you?"

Qinghe looked at the man in the deadly costume with some doubts, except for the word "two" on the man's shoulder, which proved that the other party was from the second team, Qinghe knew nothing about this man.

"Ah, I am Kuchan from Sifengyuan, your teacher Shunpo."

"Sifengyuan?"

"Yes, speaking of Hongye, that girl should be at the same level as you."

The man walked to Qing He's side with a gentle face, like a long-time friend of Qing He, and sat beside Qing He familiarly.

Qinghe didn't notice anything wrong, so she nodded honestly.

"Yes, Hongye's words in Sifengyuan are in another ward... Her injury is not as serious as mine."

"That's good."

Sifengyuan Kongchan nodded in relief.

(End of this chapter)