Fantasy: I Don’t Want To Practice!

A smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips.

"Of course I can't refuse! If he dares to catch my sister's attention, I will beat him so hard that he can't poop."

After saying that, Ye Feng rolled up his sleeves and ran to the stage, looking aggressive, like a primary school student fighting.

Ye Lingqing looked at Ye Feng's back and blushed slightly: Love rival? Is he serious?

Ye Xian'er heard the words and shouted excitedly from behind.

"Come on, brother!"

Then he added.

"I will help you collect the body! How cooked do you want the body?"

How cooked do you want the body...

"Puff!!!"

Everyone around heard this and burst into laughter.

Ye Feng just ran out two or three steps, stumbled, and almost rolled to the ground.

Damn! What sin did he commit in his previous life? He got a sister like this.

Ye Lingqing's expression was stiff, and he sighed helplessly. This brother and sister are indeed biological.

Wang He on the stage watched Ye Feng run up, his eyes full of teasing, as if he was watching a jumping clown.

Ye Feng ran back to the stage, and it took him a long time, panting and sweating.

Wang He said coldly.

"Humph! Ye Feng, your realm is not in my eyes. I don't want to fight with a waste like you, but for Ling Qing..."

Boom! ! !

A muffled sound.

Before he finished speaking, Wang He fell to the ground.

Ye Feng slowly put away his fist, panting and complaining.

"Damn! Let's fight, what's the use of talking so much?"

Generally, people who talk too much in novels don't survive more than a chapter, so Ye Feng naturally treated him as a fool.

He kicked Wang He, who was lying on the ground and foaming at the mouth, to the stage.

Boom! ! !

Another muffled sound.

Wang He fell from the high platform and hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Fuck!!!

He's dead already?

The whole place was silent! The people standing in front took a few steps back and stared blankly at Ye Feng on the stage.

What happened?

Martial Apprentice Rank Eight Wang He, was... actually knocked down by Rank Two Ye Feng with one punch?

They tilted their necks and thought for a long time, but they couldn't figure out what kind of logic this was.

And the moment just now happened too fast, they didn't see how Ye Feng threw the punch at all.

Not to mention them, even the vice-president standing on the stage was stunned.

Is it over?

Although he was optimistic about Ye Feng, there was a big gap between them, and he thought the two sides would have a good fight.

This Ye Feng seems... a little bit cool!

No, not just cool, he is simply awesome!

Prodigy, this is definitely a naked and round top Prodigy!

The vice-president once looked through the school library and found some ancient physiques that existed in legends.

Martial Apprentice Rank Two is just an appearance, Ye Feng Feng might be the legendary ancient physique!

He felt that after today, it was necessary to have a face-to-face interview with Ye Feng's family.

This guy is so powerful even without practicing. If he practices, wouldn't it alarm the mainland?

The deputy dean's eyes were fiery and excited. We must not waste talents!

Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, rested for more than ten seconds, and shouted to the audience.

"Who else has ideas about my Ling Qing? Come up together, so I don't have to climb up and down!"

This is his true words. The panting look is not pretended. What he lacks now is physical strength and physical strength. He almost had an asthma attack after climbing up once.

Ye Lingqing's face became even redder, and the people below were all ashamed and angry.

"Fuck! So arrogant!"

"Yes, yes! I can't stand it anymore. I really want to go up and beat him! Forget it, my waist hurts today."

"It must be his sneak attack just now! The means are too insidious! Wang He underestimated the enemy and fell into the trap!"

"Yes! Look at Wang He, his eyes are white and he is foaming at the mouth. This is a sign of poisoning!"

...

Everyone touched their chins and felt that this inference was correct.

Ye Feng was only a Martial Apprentice Rank Two in the end. If he didn't use tricks, how could he beat Wang He?

Since it was not his real strength, it could be defeated. Just be careful.

So, another tall boy jumped up.

This time he was even more pretentious!

As he jumped into the air, countless exclamations rang out around him.

He was wearing a black robe, carrying a heavy black ruler on his back, with a straight waist, cold features, and an indifferent expression.

The breeze blew his bangs.

He looked at Ye Feng and said lightly.

"My surname is Xiao. On the day I was born, holy fire fell from the sky and the walls of my yard were burned by the fire. So, my father, the head of the Xiao family, gave me a mighty name! "

"Hiss~~~ Could it be that you are..."

Ye Feng was shocked and his hands and feet were cold.

Suddenly he thought of the protagonist in a novel about the rise of a loser! He had a bad feeling in his heart.

At this time, the man raised a smug smile and answered coldly.

"That's right! My name is Xiao Shaobi!!!"

Damn idiot!

Ye Feng's expression was stiff, with a black line on his forehead.

I thought your name was Xiao Yan!

He was so scared that he paused for two seconds, then punched him.