Fantasy: I Don’t Want To Practice!

Following Jiang Ling, seven or eight Rank Eight Prodigy emerged one after another.

All of them were well-known in the academy. There was even a Rank Nine genius!

He was a man holding a paper fan in his hand, fanning himself in a self-proclaimed cool manner. He looked decent and charmed many crazy girls below.

The man was called Jiang He. As everyone knows, he was the strongest one among Ye Lingqing's many fanatical pursuers.

"Ye Lingqing!"

Soon, it was Ye Feng's adopted sister's turn to go on stage. Ye Lingqing didn't say much. Ascension went on stage, waved his sleeves, and a palm floated out, looking soft.

It seemed that he didn't have much strength, but then an astonishing number jumped out.

"Martial Artist Rank Two! One thousand pounds of strength! [Superior]!"

"Hiss~~~"

The whole audience was silent, and countless people took a breath of cold air.

This, this, this... This is actually a Martial Artist! ! !

At the age of 18, he has already become a Martial Artist before graduating! And he also knows how to use Spirit Qi to float in the air. What kind of talent is this?

This time, not only the students below, but also the instructors on the stage were so scared that they dared not say a word. The other instructors who were testing were all stunned and ignored the students under their jurisdiction.

In order not to affect the competition, the vice president and the old man in white robes flew to the Tianwu Monument again and looked at the situation below.

Even the vice president was slightly surprised, and then stroked his beard with relief.

"I am blessed in Tianwu. The Ye family has sent me a good seedling."

"Old Black, this girl, I have booked it in advance at Qingwu University."

The black-robed vice president nodded slightly, and the smile on his face became even more, which was considered tacit consent.

...

Ye Lingqing's pretty face was as cold as an iceberg, and did not change at all because of the results.

She floated off the stage and returned to her previous position.

Jiang He below was full of admiration, and he was almost drooling.

Not far away, Jiang Ling was jealous, and wanted to pounce on Ye Lingqing's pretty face immediately, so jealous! The tutor recovered from the shock and stammered. "Next... Next, special class number two! Ye Feng!" "Ye Feng! Please come on stage!" "Ye Feng! Hurry up and come on stage!!!" The tutor urged several times in a row, but there was no response at all, and there was no movement from the audience. He was puzzled. He had heard that Ye Feng from the special class was the most useless in the school! Did he give up the exam because he was afraid of embarrassment? At this time, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd, and Ye Xian'er shouted nervously in a childish voice. "Here, here! Come right away!" She turned around and shook Ye Feng, who was leaning on her and sleeping like a dead pig. "Brother, brother! Wake up! It's your turn! Don't sleep!" The tutor: "..." The students around: "..." Nima!!! At this critical moment! You are actually sleeping! ! !

They couldn't believe their eyes.

Until Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, and said in a hazy and confused voice: "What's wrong? Is dinner ready?"

"Poof!!!"

The instructor wanted to vomit blood on the spot!

This is really sleeping!

Everyone around was surprised that Ye Feng's mentality was so good.

To put it bluntly, he was shameless.

He didn't cry until he saw the coffin!

"He probably gave up on himself."

"Yes, yes, if I were Martial Apprentice Rank Two, I would have committed suicide long ago. I admire this young master's tenacious and fearless spirit."

"Please don't say that about him. Don't you feel his pretentious aura? He is telling people with his actions that he is really useless!"

People around him didn't hesitate to mock him. After all, mocking Ye Feng has become a habit.

These people are not as capable as Prodigy, and even lag behind others. They can only show their superiority by stepping on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng realized that it was his turn. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, slowly walked through the crowd, and walked towards the stage.

A trace of stiffness appeared on Ye Lingqing's beautiful face like an iceberg.

The instructor was furious. With such a lazy look, he deserved to be a waste!

Da da da...

Although this distance is short, there is a very high step, but for a martial artist, this is nothing.

And it took Ye Feng more than five minutes to walk up, sweating and panting.

The instructor's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

This is too useless!

Look at who didn't jump up just now? You are the most special! You really deserve to be in the special class!

"Hit with all your strength!"

The instructor said coldly, picked up the roster, and didn't want to look at Ye Feng again.

As a result, the next second, a terrifying airflow flew towards his abdomen, and he took a punch from Ye Feng.

Pah!

The roster fell to the ground, the teacher's eyes bulged out a lot, his face was red, and beads of sweat slid down his head.

"What... are you... doing!"

He pointed at Ye Feng, endured the severe pain, and squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

"You asked me to hit you with all my strength."

Ye Feng was a little surprised. He thought that the other party asked him to hit him with all his strength, so he should be good at showing off.

He didn't expect that he couldn't stand this punch of only two thousand pounds of force. He hadn't even used the "serious punch".

He looked at the teacher calmly and suddenly complained.

"Why are you showing off if you don't have the ability?"

"Puff!!!"

The teacher almost vomited blood in anger.

"I told you to hit there!!!"

He pointed at the Tianwu Monument and roared. His face gradually turned pale and his vision began to blur.

He hurriedly told the teacher next to him that he needed to go to the toilet, and then ran away.

Passing through the crowd, at this moment, the teacher's heart was in a mess.

Damn! This... this punch... how could it be so scary?

Isn't he only at the level of Martial Apprentice Rank Two?

My dick hurts so much!

Although this instructor is not the best, he is also of average level, reaching the level of Martial Master Rank Two. Ordinary Martial Apprentices can't hurt him at all.

But he was completely unprepared for that punch just now, and it felt like he was hit by a dinosaur!

He trembled as he ran.

No, no! Why is my stomach still hurting so much? I'm going to die!