Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo and Han Ji stared in puzzlement at the sudden change of mentor Mo, who looked like a different person.

"Hey, they are all talents, you have to remember to cultivate hard, don't waste this talent." Instructor Xiao Mo sighed and said, his eyes became vicissitudes, as if there was something unbearable in the past.

"Mr. Mo, are you alright?" Han Mo asked with a frown. Suddenly, he felt that this instructor Mo was not simple. It is also extremely high.

"I'm fine. It's class time now. Go to class. The tutors at Asura Academy are geniuses. It's good for you to study hard." After saying that, Xiao Mo turned around and left. Mo couldn't adapt for a while, and he was extremely curious.

"Han Mo, let's go, it hurts me to death." Seeing Xiao Mo leaving, Han Ji rubbed his ears and said, he didn't have the slightest affection for Teacher Xiao Mo in his heart.

"Let's go, but... so many classrooms, which one are we in?" Han Mo looked at the teaching college building extending in all directions, and his head suddenly became dizzy. The newcomers had a headache because they had no one to guide them.

"Classroom No. [-] of the elementary class. This is the elementary class. Classroom No. [-] should be inside." Han Ji said hesitantly and walked in, and walked through the aisle that sealed the zenith. Han Mo and Han Ji came to the classroom. On the other side of the building, I saw another teaching building that was much more magnificent than the previous one.

"Over there." Han Mo pointed to the door at the far end, and saw a few large characters written in cursive on the side of the door: Classroom No. [-], Junior Class.

"Han Mo, your eyes are really good, let's go there quickly." Han Ji shook his head helplessly and said, then strode towards classroom three.

"Dong dong dong..." Han Ji glanced at Han Mo, stretched out his hand and carefully knocked on the door a few times, his heart trembled for some reason.

"Come in." Hearing a sweet woman's voice from inside, Han Mo and Han Ji hesitated for a while, pushed open the door and walked in.

Han Mo and Han Ji walked in, and saw fifty or sixty luxurious wooden tables neatly arranged inside. At this time, there was a student wearing a school uniform sitting beside each wooden table. Curiously, he turned to Han Mo and Han Ji beside the door.

"What's the matter with you?" A young girl in her 20s on the first podium looked at Han Mo and Han Ji and asked suspiciously.

Han Mo looked at the warm and pleasant beautiful mentor in front of him, and he quarreled in his heart, cursing secretly: Damn it, everyone looks like Linger.

"Ask you guys?" Seeing that Han Mo and Han Ji didn't reply, the beautiful tutor knocked on the table and asked again.

"Oh, that, teacher, we are new students, my name is Han Ji." Han Ji was startled when he heard the words, and cupped his hands at the beautiful instructor. In fact, he was just wondering why Han Mo was suddenly in a daze, thinking about it Seeing himself in a daze.

Han Mo came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly and said, "Han Mo." He also cupped his hands at the beautiful mentor.

"It turns out that the two newcomers are you guys. You are late for the first day. Are you here to play?" The beautiful instructor said with a sudden increase in tone, and her complexion became gloomy, which was different from the warm and pleasant temperament on her body before. Diametrically opposed.

Han Mo looked at the beautiful mentor who changed his face as soon as he said it, and waved his hands in shock: "Teacher, we have been familiarizing ourselves with the environment since we entered the school, and Feng Lan didn't arrange for someone to take us. We still asked along the way. The talent came here." As he said that, he became entangled in his heart, how could this sweet-looking beauty be so savage, and he couldn't help but think of the scene where Han Ji was taught by a petite girl.

"Okay, no need to explain, let's find a seat and sit down." The beautiful instructor felt her head get hot for some reason, and said casually. As soon as the words fell, all the students without exception opened their eyes wide. But the devil mentor, this time he actually let these two boys go with great kindness, and everyone in the audience was in a brain twitch.

"Thank you, tutor." Han Mo didn't know what was going on. After thanking him, he turned and walked towards the back of the classroom. He cast his eyes on an empty seat in the fifth row, hesitated and walked over.

The beautiful mentor opened her mouth, but after a while she shook her hand and gave up. Looking at Han Mo who had already sat down, she said, "My name is Guoyi, and you can just call me Teacher Guoyi. Well, please introduce yourself in detail."

Han Mo sat down, glanced at Han Ji who was a seat away, stood up hesitantly, cupped his hands and said to the surroundings: "I see Han Mo, he is 16 years old this year, and he is from Los Angeles. I will enter the school one day, and please take care of me in the future.”

"My name is Han Ji, and I'm also 16 years old, and I'm with Han Mo." Han Ji stood up after seeing Han Mo's words, imitating Han Mo and cupping his hands to the surroundings.

It's just strange that the surrounding students didn't respond to the two's introduction, they just stared at Han Mo, and some even secretly laughed.

"Uh...what's the matter, everyone?" Han Mo looked at the students who were laughing at him, and asked with puzzled eyes.

"Hello." Behind Han Mo, a tall and cute little girl called out softly, pointing her finger at Han Mo's back.

Hearing this, Han Mo turned his head in doubt, and asked in puzzlement, "Is there something wrong?" Han Mo already had a bad premonition in his heart at this time, and the source of this was naturally a large group of students who behaved strangely.

"Student Han Mo, my name is Ke Ke, your seat is not good, why don't you change it." Ke Ke weakly pointed to Han Mo's seat and said.

"Huh? Why?" Han Mo asked in puzzlement. Could it be that there is a ghost in this seat, thinking about it, he looked at the seat carefully.

"Teacher Guoyi, I'm back."

Just as Han Mo looked at the seat suspiciously, an indifferent but haunting voice came over.

"Qian Ling? Where have you been?" Instructor Guoyi looked at the visitor and asked suspiciously, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Qian Ling shook his head weakly and said softly: "I'm fine." After saying that, she walked towards the classroom on her own, probably she was the only one who dared to ignore Guoyi.

While walking, Qian Ling suddenly frowned, looked at the strange boy sitting on his seat, and said indifferently: "Get out."

Han Mo frowned when he heard this, he almost knew the reason for everyone's strange reaction in his heart, presumably this seat belonged to the girl in front of him, but Han Mo shook his head, glanced at the girl and said: "Take back what you just said, I can Return the seat to you." If the girl said it was hers, Han Mo would immediately give up the seat, but the girl's "Get out of here" made Han Mo extremely upset. I have never seen such a crazy person before.

"Go away, I don't want to say it a third time." Qian Ling said impatiently, and the vindictiveness in his body also boiled.

"Don't even think about it." Han Mo also replied angrily, such an arrogant woman is probably only found in Asura Academy.

Qian Ling frowned, and finally lost the patience to continue entanglement, burst out of fighting spirit, and quickly swung his right fist towards Han Mo's head.

Han Mo had been paying attention to Qian Ling's movements for a long time. At the moment when Qian Ling moved, Han Mo also moved, and the fighting spirit of the eight-yuan warrior burst out directly, and a punch full of power directly collided with Qian Ling's fist , Suddenly a ripple of fighting spirit swept away.

Han Mo and Qian Ling collided with each other, and both of them took a step back. Qian Ling couldn't help frowning, looked at Han Mo suspiciously, and was surprised by Han Mo's strength in his heart. The power made Qian Ling uncertain about Han Mo's strength for a while.

"Are you guys going to rebel? Stop it, Qianling, sit on the side." Guoyi burst out when she saw this, pointing at the two of them and shouted loudly, but although the surface was full of anger, her gaze was still the same. Pay attention to the changes in Qianling.

Hearing this, Qian Ling cast a reluctant glance at Guoyi, then turned and walked towards the back seat of the classroom.

"Wait a minute, the seat will be returned to you." Han Mo put down a sentence, got up, walked to the corner seat, and sat down.