Evil Phoenix Nitian: It’s a bit busy to torture the scum with bare hands

Chapter 700 These Second Generation Ancestors

Feng Chuqi shook his head helplessly, strode forward to the podium, then asked his instructor Ya Xun to leave, stood in front of the podium, then raised his hand and thumped the table with a bang.

Time seems to have stopped!

The noisy classroom suddenly became quiet in an instant.

When he stood up, his instructor Yaxun's legs shook a few times, and thick cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

sky! This girl is too crazy! Doesn't she know that all the students in the yellow class are unreasonable and they are all the second generation ancestors of each family? They were having fun now, and when someone suddenly interrupted them, why didn't they start attacking in groups?

Quietly, he moved forward and tugged on Feng Chuqi's sleeves, signaling that these second-generation ancestors should run away while they were angry. Otherwise, if they had come in standing upright, they would not be able to leave out sideways!

Feng Chuqi ignored his hint and said loudly to the unkind looks from everyone on and off the stage: "They all say that this yellow class is a famous waste class in the Imperial Academy, and everyone in it is a waste, so I am here." Look, what kind of waste have you become?"

Upon hearing this, mentor Yaxun almost fainted on the spot.

By the way, what kind of top performers are there in his yellow class! All of them are so arrogant that they don't know anything, and now this one doesn't even know how to write the word "death"? Does she really not know who are in the yellow class? When she said this, she didn't cause any trouble on the yellow class's highway.

Although what she said is true,...it can't be said so directly, okay? While it hurts others, it can also hurt yourself!

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Chuqi said this, the dozens of students in the audience all put down what they were doing. Most of the students kicked away their chairs and strode around Feng Chuqi on the stage.

Even if he didn't move in his original position, murderous intent flashed in his eyes staring at Feng Chuqi.

"Damn girl, what did you say?"

One of the fierce-looking students looked at Feng Chuqi coldly and shouted loudly.

Feng Chuqi shrugged indifferently, put his hands on the podium and said to him: "They all say that this yellow class is a waste class, and it is full of waste, so I came to see what kind of waste the students here are? But? Seeing as your cultivation level is that of a four-star Grand Mystic Master, you are not considered useless! But how did this useless class get its name? I'm really curious."

Feng Chuqi was really puzzled by this point. He glanced over and saw that although they all looked like scoundrels, the ones with the highest level of cultivation were not very high, just like a five- or six-star Grand Mystic Master. But there are no low-cultivation ones. A three-star great mystic master like her is already considered to be at the bottom here!

Logically speaking, the cultivation of these students should not be very bad! But why is the yellow class called the waste class?

Hearing this, the fierce-looking student's mouth twitched fiercely. It was obvious that he had never encountered anyone asking such a question before, and then his face darkened: "Who are you? What are you doing in our yellow class?"

"Didn't Instructor Yaxun introduce you just now? I am Feng Chuqi, who is newly transferred to the Huang class."

"Fengchu Qi?" The fierce-looking student frowned and said suspiciously: "Tch, what is it? I've never heard of it."

"Feng Chuqi? I've heard that you are the one who successfully rang the Soul Bell ten times?" one of the students asked loudly. As soon as the Battle Soul Bell was mentioned, Feng Chuqi's face suddenly darkened: "I am."

"Ah! Since you can ring the Soul Bell ten times, it means you are very powerful mentally. Then why are you assigned to our yellow class?" Although they refused to admit that their yellow class was very poor, it was recognized by the whole school. They still know about the waste class.

The name Feng Chuqi swept through the entire imperial capital with an unstoppable force in almost one day. Only those in the Huang Class who were ignorant of what was happening outside the window did not know, but it was spread all over the outside! And he was very curious about her, but he didn't expect that she would be assigned to their yellow class.

How is this going?

"It's not that damn Seventh Elder who tricked me into ringing the Soul Bell and instead assigned me to this trash class to avenge his personal vengeance. If I get a chance in the future, I won't peel off his skin." Feng Chuqi hated him. He clenched his fists in hatred and shouted angrily.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly lost interest in entangled with these students, stepped directly off the podium, and walked towards the empty seat by the window.

It was just that she was secretly angry, but she ignored the almost weird expressions of the students around her when they saw her walking to that position and sitting down. Afterwards, the students who were about to make trouble miraculously calmed down and returned to their seats silently. , but the starry eyes were all flashing with the excitement of watching a good show.

"Classmate Feng, why don't you... change your seat?" After hesitating for a long time, Yaxun still couldn't bear to let go of the only student who was polite to him, just like that... gone!
  Feng Chuqi glanced around and still felt that this location was particularly good and there was no need to change to another place. So I looked directly at Yaxun's worried eyes and asked, "Change, why do you want to change? I think this position is very good!"

call!
  Instructor Yaxun took a deep breath and opened his mouth, just about to say something to persuade him again. But at this moment, a gloomy, bloody and terrifying aura suddenly blew out, making people shiver. At the same time, a figure flashed in and walked towards where Feng Chuqi was sitting.

When he saw someone sitting in his seat, he frowned in disgust: "Get out!"

As these cold and bloodthirsty words were spoken, the surrounding air instantly dropped ten degrees, and the entire classroom immediately became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

roll?
  Are you calling yourself?
  Feng Chuqi raised his eyes in confusion, but when he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why is it you?"

Even though he had changed into tattered clothes and his eyes were still covered by long flowing waves, the eerie bloody aura emanating from his body made Feng Chuqi recognize him at first sight.

He was the man she bumped into when she was out on the underworld. His right hand was crippled, he could no longer hold a sword, and he had a blood-drinking ox-hair needle that had disappeared for thousands of years.

He is actually a student of the Imperial Academy?

After hearing Feng Chuqi's words, the man glanced at her lightly, not knowing whether he thought of her or not. But the voice was still cold and low, terrifying: "Get out! This position is mine."

"Yours?" Feng Chuqi raised her eyebrows nonchalantly: "Did you write your name?"

At this time, Feng Chuqi was very curious about him, and the blood-drinking cow hair needle that had been in his body for a thousand years disappeared. How did he suppress it? Seeing that there was no abnormality in his cultivation now, Feng Chuqi's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered an interesting prey.

"Girl, don't challenge my patience."

(End of this chapter)