Medicinal Immortal

Tangning was startled, touched her bald head, and said with a smile, "Aren't you trying to compare your hair with me?"

"Hahahahaha! That's naturally impossible. I'm also a Tianlong student anyway, so how can I compare my hair to a little monk with you! That's too shameless." The thick eyebrow youth laughed, his laughter narrowed, and watched. Pointing at the little monk and said: "I'm faster than you!"

"Yes, a few days ago, Teacher Yang also praised Ye Feibai for his extremely fast speed. If he is not more powerful than speed, he should win?"

"That's not good. This little monk is so young but not weak. Even Senior Situ is not his opponent. Who knows if he is faster than Senior Ye?"

The students whispered, but they waited with excitement to watch the excitement. If someone challenges first, then they can also see if they have a chance to win if they challenge it?

Tangning stood up, brushed the sleeves of the Buddha's sleeves and smiled and asked, "How would you like to compare speed?"

"We just compare the speed. From here to the foot of the mountain, and then back from the foot, whoever comes to the tree first will win." Ye Feibai smiled confidently, looking at the little monk who was only on his shoulders. Expecting: "How? Do you dare? If you dare not compare with me, it will be easier for you to admit defeat."

"Compared, how can it be different." Tangning moved his hands and feet, and asked them to go to the gate of the academy to say something, and ask them to open the gate, so that they came to stand side by side with him.

Under the testimony of the students around, someone began to shout: "Three, two, one, start!"

Almost as soon as that sound fell, Ye Feibai ran out like a whirlwind, Tangning only started to move after it started. Ye Feibai's speed is fast, and her speed is not slow. There is a step difference between the two. The distance of a long distance came out of the gate of the academy and swept towards the foot of the mountain.

"Senior Ye, come on!"

"Senior Ye, come on!"

"Senior Ye, hurry up!"

The students rushed out one after another, standing spread out on both sides, shouting and cheering while watching from a distance the two figures swept down the stairs one after another.

"Hahaha! It is Senior Ye who is leading! It seems that the little monk is going to lose."

The students laughed excitedly when they saw the white figure in the lead. Even if they didn't win, but their Tianlong students won, it is naturally worthy of happiness.

The challenge here is that other instructors have also heard about it, but they did not come to join in the fun, but more and more students came to watch the fun after hearing about it, and Situ Nansheng naturally came over.

"Who comes first? Who is faster? Let me see."

He squeezed the student in front to look at the foot of the mountain. When he saw the white figure leading, he couldn't help but smiled: "That little monk is dead this time. Ye Feibai's fighting strength is not good, but his speed is just like the whirlwind. Just as fast! The little monk must not be able to run him!"

Most of the students gathered outside the academy to watch, only Hanzhi and Xingtong were still standing under the tree and waiting.

Others didn't know the master of their family, but they knew it, so they didn't worry at all that their master would be better than the students of Tianlong Academy.

Ye Feibai, who was the first to reach the foot of the mountain, was secretly happy, and the little monk had been behind him all the way down and couldn't catch up with him. He wanted to come, he was determined to win.