Absolute Great Teacher

"Jiang... Brother Jiang?"

　　 Li Zhuifeng thought he was dazzled, so he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but yes, he knew that face even if it turned to dust, not to mention that there was a conspicuous word "waste" on his forehead.

　　 The trend of the stroke is definitely the teacher's handwriting.

　　 "Why are you here?"

　　 Li Zhuifeng subconsciously looked at Jiang Leng's side, it was Sun Mo, and then his eyes narrowed: "You won't worship him as a teacher, right?"

　　 "Ding San's opponent is not weak!"

　　Dingyi was originally going to curse, but you are the masterpiece of the dean, but in the end, even the first round of a personal battle was so difficult? But after seeing Ying Baiwu's performance, Ding Yi closed his mouth.

　　 Even if you switch to playing by yourself, you will not win easily.

　　 Li Zhuifeng ignored Ding Yi, but still stared at Jiang Leng.

　　 After a few years, seeing Jiang Leng again, Li Zhuifeng's mood is extremely complicated.

Every three years, a group of new children will arrive in the manor. Li Zhuifeng and Jiang Leng are at the same time. At that time, the previous group of children always bullied them. It was Jiang Leng who stood up and stabbed them with a dagger. Go back and protect their children.

　　 Life in the manor is boring and boring. Apart from sleeping, it is training. Jiang Leng is the best child.

　　 Regardless of studying, practicing, or even playing games, Jiang Leng is far beyond his peers.

　　 At that time, Li Zhuifeng admired Jiang Leng, thinking that he was so powerful, and followed him like a little fan. But suddenly one day, everything changed.

　　 Jiang Leng disappeared in the manor for half a month, and then returned. Jiang Leng was weak and decadent, living like a walking dead, and the most frightening thing was that his body was covered with mysterious spirit lines.

　　 Every once in a while, those spirit patterns will cause the spiritual energy to run away and cause huge pain. Therefore, during that time, Jiang Leng's screams of pain to the extreme have become a shadow of the children.

　　 Then in the next year, every month, Jiang Leng would be taken away for a few days, and every time he came back, he would be bruised all over his body, with more and more spiritual lines on his body, more and more broken.

　　 Jiang Leng repeated this process of recuperating and getting injured again, until one day later, Jiang Leng was taken away for a month, and when he brought it back again, there was that waste character on his forehead.

　　 Then in the evening, Jiang Leng was carried away and never appeared in the manor ever since.

　　 Later Li Zhuifeng learned that during Jiang Leng's time, he was undergoing a human test with spiritual patterns inscribed. According to the original plan, their group of children would all be carried out at the same time, but the bad results on Jiang Leng's body caused the test to be delayed for one year.

　　 It can be said that it was Jiang Leng’s pain that gave these children more than a year of quiet life. It was also the data collected from him over this year that contributed to the success of the subsequent experiment.

　　 Li Zhuifeng was accepted as a personal disciple by Dean Bai because of his outstanding talent and outstanding ability in psychic patterns, and then he learned about these things.

　　 Li Zhuifeng asked himself, thank Jiang Leng?

　　 Yes, but not many, more of a kind of arrogance, because it turns out that I am the best one, now that I think about it, the scene when I wandered behind Jiang Leng back then was ridiculous and funny.

　　 "Brother Jiang?"

　　 Li Zhuifeng looked at the **** word on Jiang Leng's head and smiled, but after that, his eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at Jiang Leng's neck.

　　The part exposed from the neckline, why can't I see the spiritual lines? The skin is smooth and clean, without any traces of spiritual lines...

　　 "Is it covered by some paint?"

　　 Li Zhuifeng asked himself. If he replaced him, he must find a way to hide those broken and ugly spiritual lines, but reason told him again.

　　 The spirit pattern on Jiang Leng's body has been repaired.

　　 Otherwise, since the spirit lines are to be covered, why doesn't the word "waste" on the head cover it?

　　 "But how can this be done to repair the spirit pattern?"

　　 Li Zhuifeng murmured, and couldn't help but glance at Sun Mo. He remembered that this guy had a reputation, called the Hand of God.

　　 "Should I tell the teacher about this?"

　　 Li Zhuifeng thought, suddenly warning the college student in his heart, and with a subconscious slip, he hid behind an adult candidate.

　　 Jiang Leng turned his head.

"what happened?"

　　Taiyutang noticed that the face of the dead was wrong.

　　 "I don't know, I suddenly feel sick!"

　　 Jiang Leng didn't notice any unexpected situation.

　　 "Haiwu, don't worry, fight slowly!"

　　 Li Ziqi saw that the battle was anxious, and couldn't help shouting.

　　 The examiner glanced at the little purse, and didn't care, first, she was not a teacher, second, this kind of cheering, if you play slowly, it won't affect the situation of the battle.

　　 "Hundred dances, don't worry, as long as you win!"

　　 Seeing that the examiner was left alone, Li Ziqi shouted again.

　　 With the arrival of Sun Mo, Ying Baiwu wanted to perform well in front of the teacher he admired, and win the opponent as soon as possible and get praise, but was impatient.

　　 "I will shame the teacher again!"

　　, pursing his lips, holding a sigh of relief, Ying Baiwu looked over, and saw Sun Mo. The other party shook his head, followed by a smile on his mouth, and nodded.

　　 Although she didn't speak, the iron girl seemed to have a sharp heart, and she already understood what the teacher meant.

　　 "This kind of tactic is not right, change it, it hurts your body too much, but you played well, and you can definitely win!"

　　 Looking at Sun Mo’s gentle and trusting eyes and the teacher’s appreciative smile, he seemed to say that you are the cub I admire the most, and I was irritated to win Baiwu and calm down.

　　 "How can the teacher care about winning or losing? What he cares must be that I don't get hurt!"

　　 Ying Baiwu felt warm in his heart, and then suddenly stepped on the wind king's magic step, retreated to the edge of the arena, and opened a distance.

Ding!

　　 The favorability degree from Yingbaiwu +100, respect (7100/10000).

　　 "Finally stopped!"

　　 Ding San didn't attack, but panted heavily. There was no way, the opponent's mad dog attack made him overwhelmed.

　　 Don't you hurt?

　　 Ding San is in the manor, but he has received rigorous training and injuries are commonplace, but today's match still made him feel palpitated.

　　 "The teacher taught me that I was too persistent and upright, and I quickly defeated you. In fact, I just won."

　　 Win Baiwu reflection.

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Ding San frowned.

　　 "Sorry, I want to win this game!"

　　 Ying Baiwu took off the longbow he was carrying.

　　 "Hey, do you want to shoot someone to death without a bow without feather arrows?"

　　 Ding San disdain, he was not in a hurry, but reminded Ying Baiwu: "Are you too nervous and forgot to take the quiver? It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you!"

　　 Around the stadium, there was a sound of discussion, because they didn't know what to do to win Baiwu.

　　 The examiner watched all this silently, and did not stop the iron girl from changing weapons, because this is a personal battle, and there are no restrictions on weapons and tactics, as long as you win.

　　 Of course, although the bows and arrows are long-range, the entire arena is only half the size of a basketball court. The practical bows and arrows will actually suffer.

　　The advantage of long-range weapons is to use long-range suppression to blow up opponents. Once they get close, they basically get cold.

With the length of the arena, Ding San rushed to the front of Ying Baiwu, and she just drew the feather arrow from the quiver, and as long as one arrow is shot into the air, the longbow will become a decoration and will be completely abused. .

　　 "If you don't charge now, there will be no chance!"

　　 Ying Baiwu holds the Fengwang Divine Bow in her left hand and puts it on her side. It is not that she is hypocritical to be fair, but that she does not want to shame Sun Mo. Otherwise, she would have started a sneak attack.

　　 "It's okay, you just shoot, move it and I will lose!"

　　 Ding Sanhehe smiled.

　　 Winning Baiwu's mouth, he lifted the bow with his left hand, hooked the bowstring with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, pulled it violently, and then loosened it.

　　 hum!

　　 The bowstring trembles, and there is a crisp sound.

　　 "Good bow!"

　　 In the crowd, there is a famous master who is good at archery. Hearing the sound of the bow at this time, he knew that this is a superb longbow, definitely from the hands of the master.

　　 "You treat me as... Gan!"

　　 Ding San saw that Ying Baiwu opened the bow without arrows. He wanted to say that you thought I was scared, but after a flower in front of him, he saw the spiritual energy condensed into a long arrow, whizzing.

　　 Very fast.

　　咻!

　　 Long arrow grazed Ding San's ear and shot.

　　 "Give up!"

　　 Win Baiwu urged.

　　 Even the well-informed examiner is a little shocked at this time, condensing a long arrow out of thin air. Is this the effect of a long bow? Or is it the effect of exercises?

　　 But this girl is very graceful, if she is vicious, and hits Ding San’s thigh with this arrow, the fight will end.

　　 Ding San, who had a lingering heart, stopped talking nonsense and rushed out, almost bringing out the afterimages.

　　 Ying Baiwu did not move, and continued to open the bow with his right hand.

　　 Fengming flurry!

　　 Then the audience saw a group of translucent arrows roaring out of the longbow, like a chain of organs, sending out in a row.

　　咻! call out! call out!

　　 Before Ding San got close, the long arrow pierced through his right palm, and after flying his long sword, he shot it into pieces.

　　 Dang! Cang!

　　 The iron fell to the ground, making noise.

　　 The entire arena was silent.

　　 Those examinees felt their scalp numb for a while, a little desperate.

　　 Who won this?

　　According to the rules, once you are in the ring, you are not allowed to go down, you are not allowed to change weapons, and you can't even drink water sacs handed over by others.

So everyone always thought that to win Baiwu was nervous and forgot to take the quiver, so it was useless to carry the longbow, and chose to fight melee. Only now I know that people don’t use arrows at all. I just fought like that just because I wanted a fair contest~www. readwn.com~ In fact, she thinks too much, so it's fair to play. "

　　 "Whoever meets her is unlucky!"

　　 "It's amazing, no wonder Sun Mo didn't come to see her at the game, because he won!"

　　 Everyone talked a lot, and those who won the first game were all stressed and began to pray. Don’t meet Baiwu in the next game.

　　 "This time, win Baiwu win!"

　　 After the examiner announced that the Iron Maiden had won the competition, she bowed, then jumped off the ring and walked to Sun Mo's side.

　　 lowered his head, ready to be trained.

　　 "Tantai, treat her wound first"

　　Sun Mo ordered.

　　 Sick Yangzi immediately opened the medicine box he carried with him to stop the bleeding for Ying Baiwu.

　　 "Hundred dance, don't think about my face and other things, now it's your battle, you have to fight for yourself!"

　　 Sun Mo exhorted.

　　 This girl had no intentions, so Sun Mo easily guessed the reason she did that.

　　Ying Baiwu still lowered his head and said nothing. If I only fight for me, I will abstain. After all, I have no money to take it!

　　 Jiang looked at that Ding San coldly. The opponent lost, but he was obviously unconvinced and was staring here with a sullen expression.