I have a magic pot

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The eight tutors actually refused to become apprentices in order to collect money, and there was a quarrel, and no one was willing to give in.

Finally, an older mentor with gray hair spoke.

"Stop arguing, let's take a look at this kid, who do you want to be your teacher."

Everyone was silent when they heard the words, and they all nodded in agreement with this method.

"Hey, boy, you can choose for yourself, which one of us do you want to be your master."

Jin Buhuan stood in the center of the crowd, seeing that the eight of them were all men, he couldn't help frowning.

Immediately, he rolled his peach blossom eyes a few times and asked weakly.

"Well... do you have any other mentors? I want to worship a gentle and beautiful female mentor as my teacher."

"Um……?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

And at this moment, from the direction of the courtyard gate, a rough and thunderous voice sounded.

"Very well, then I will accept you as a personal disciple."

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw outside the gate of the courtyard, a sturdy figure with a height of nine feet and a body as strong as a bull, striding forward.

This person's physique was taller and mightier than that of the burly middle-aged mentor.

Even wearing a robe, you can still see his strong and muscular outline.

What was shocking was that the person who came had long hair and shawls. Although his facial features were resolute, he could see some female features. The other person was actually a woman.

Jin Buhuan only glanced at it from a distance, as if his head had been hit by a giant hammer.

There was a burst of dizziness in front of my eyes, and I was a little unsteady on my feet.

"That...please allow me...to think about it..."

Jin Buhuan was about to repent, but the woman stepped in front of him with one step, and grabbed Jin Buhuan by the collar with her big hand, and directly lifted him up.

Immediately, the woman's rough and thunderous voice exploded in his ears.

"Why, boy, do you still want to go back on your word?

Let me ask you again, do you want to worship me as your teacher? "

When Jin Buhuan was lifted up by the other party, he looked like a little chicken, his feet fluttered in the air for a while, trembling with fright, how dare he say "no".

"I... I worship... I worship!"

Jin Buhuan quickly answered.

When the woman heard this, she immediately turned her anger into joy, and laughed boldly.

"Hahaha... Good disciple, come and kowtow to your master."

As he said that, he pushed the gold in the air back to the ground, pressed his head, like hitting Ciba, and hit the ground "bang bang bang" nine times in a row.

Jin Buhuan had a big swelling on his forehead, and his tears flowed from the pain.

The female tutor turned a blind eye and asked.

"By the way, what's your boy's name?"

"Woooo...I...my name is Jin Buhuan."

"Well, very good, my teacher's name is "Niu Wudi", from now on you will be my teacher's disciple.

On weekdays, you are still cultivating normally in Qianshan. If you are free as a teacher, people will come to Qianshan to look for you. At that time, I will personally guide you in cultivation. "

After finishing speaking, Niu Wudi kicked Jin Buhuan's ass again, turned around and said to the other mentors.

"This is my Lao Niu's disciple, whoever dares to think of him again, don't blame me for turning my face!"

All the instructors were obviously extremely afraid of this tough female instructor, and no one dared to speak out to refute the words.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Instructor Niu Wudi looked up to the sky and laughed out loud.

"Haha... I was lucky today, I picked up a disciple."

Seeing that majestic back gradually go away, Jin Buhuan, who was slumped on the ground, was stunned for a long time.

In the end, like a little daughter-in-law who has been abused, she wiped her tears with her sleeves in aggrieved manner.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

……

Jin Buhuan "a famous flower has an owner", and all the tutors in the courtyard looked at each other in blank dismay.

Some people sighed, some smiled wryly, and some were unwilling, but they dared not speak out.

On the contrary, Liu Jiaoxi had a clever mind and said to everyone.

"Mentors, there is still a new student here, who has not yet passed the qualification test.

He performed very well in the strength test just now, subduing the silver-backed bull with just one move. "

All the instructors were taken aback when they heard the words, their curious eyes naturally fell on Han Feng.

It's nothing to subdue the silver-backed bull with one move.

But for a freshman who just entered the academy, it was indeed very rare.

All of a sudden, the eight instructors became very interested in Han Feng, and secretly thought about it.

Could it be that this son is also a genius, even more monstrous than that Jin Buhuan?

Chapter 379 Two Pavilions and Five Halls

Under the expectant eyes of the eight mentors, Han Feng stretched out his hand to the test stone and channeled a trace of spiritual power into it.

"Om...!"

The next moment, the test stone buzzed and trembled slightly, and immediately the five sides of the pentagonal stone pillar shone with light at the same time.

The light of five colors rises from the bottom of the test stone.

About one-third of the height, they stopped at the same time.

"Um……?"

Everyone was stunned when they saw the five-color lights of equal height that appeared on the test stone.

After a while, the burly middle-aged mentor couldn't help frowning and said.

"The five elements are equal, it's actually a weak spirit vein.

He looked at Han Fengdao unceremoniously.

"Hey, how did you get into Tiannan College with your qualifications? Didn't you come through the back door?"

Others were also shocked to see that Han Feng was the lowest "weak spirit vein" in the spirit vein rank.

You must know that the five elements of heaven and earth are the foundation of all things.

The weak spirit veins are not sensitive to the power of the five elements.

Therefore, whether it is practicing exercises or martial arts, it will be very difficult.

As the No. [-] Martial Arts Academy in Xichuan Province, Tiannan College has recruited disciples over the years. The weakest disciples are also those who started from the third grade of spiritual veins. It is really the first time to see weak spiritual veins.

"Hey... this kid's spiritual veins seem a little weird!"

At this time, the oldest among the instructors suddenly raised a voice in surprise.

"Spirit fighters with weak spiritual veins should all have first-grade spiritual veins, so why is this kid all third-grade."

After everyone heard the words, they discovered that on the test stone, the five kinds of rays of light stayed at one-third of the height of each side.

"Hey... This is really rare. It's the first time I've heard that weak spirit veins can have such a rank."

The burly man also rubbed his chin and said with interest.

"It's true, although this kid is very talented, he is also very unique!"

When Han Feng heard that there were black lines all over his forehead, he thought to himself, your whole family is very unique.

The eight mentors looked around the test stone and Han Feng for a while.

Finally, the middle-aged man looked at Jin Buhuan, who was still "crying" not far away, and sighed.

"Hey...it's a pity that he was cut off by the surname Niu, such a good seedling was snatched away.

Forget it, I'd better go back to the back mountain and teach my disciples who are not angry. "

As he said that, his figure flashed, turned into a gust of wind, and disappeared in the courtyard in an instant.

As soon as the man left, the rest of the instructors looked at Jin Buhuan with regret.

After saying "It's a pity" a few times, everyone stopped staying and used their astonishing movements to escape.

As for Han Feng, although they were curious about his special weak spiritual vein, they were only curious.

With their identities and strengths, accepting a disciple with weak spiritual veins would not be laughed out of their teeth, so they never considered accepting him as an apprentice at all.

Seeing the instructors leave, Liu Jiaoxi glanced at Han Feng and comforted him.

"Don't be disheartened, the journey of martial arts is not only talent, but also perseverance and chance.

In my Tiannan College, there are also strong men who have not joined the mentor's sect, but are equally astonishingly powerful. "

Hearing this, Han Feng bowed his hands to Professor Liu.

"Thank you for your enlightenment."

Han Feng showed a little disappointed expression on the surface, but he had no such thoughts in his heart.

Although his talent is indeed weak, Han Feng is very clear about his position.

He is a "hung" man!

Daoxuan Jue can continuously improve the quality of one's spiritual veins, and the Demon Refining Pot can make up for the lack of speed of one's cultivation.

Han Feng doesn't need others to "escort" his cultivation path, he just needs a "platform" where he can obtain cultivation resources.

If he was really accepted as a disciple by a certain mentor, he would have to worry that the other party would see his secrets.

At this point, the two had passed the admission test.

Liu Jiaoxi ordered people to take two palm-sized black tokens, and he handed the tokens to the two respectively.

"This is your identity token, from now on you will be my junior disciples of Tiannan College.

College disciples are divided into "junior disciples", "intermediate disciples" and "advanced disciples".

Among them, junior disciples and intermediate disciples can only practice in Qianshan.

In the future, you can use this order to enter and exit the mountain gate and move freely within the front mountain range. "

Liu Jiaoxi pointed to the tokens in their hands.

"In addition, you need to use merit points to buy pills, spiritual tools, talismans... and other items in the academy.

You are junior disciples, and ten merit points will be issued every month. In your identity token, you only need to recognize the master with a drop of blood, and then you can check and use it yourself. "

"A merit point?"

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help feeling curious.

He immediately cut his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on the surface of the token.

The black light of the token flashed, and blood instantly seeped into it.

Immediately, Han Feng felt that his altar moved slightly, and his spiritual power seemed to be inexplicably related to this token.

Under Liu Jiaoxi's signal, Han Feng injected a bit of spiritual power into the token.

The next moment, several lines of writing appeared on the surface of the token.

Name: Han Feng

Status: Junior student of Tiannan College

Class: Qianshan Class [-]