Cultivating Master In City

Zhou Yi didn't have other people's ideas. He looked very dignified, looked at Kong Fanxing, gently but solemnly stood up and replied, "I won't let the teacher's 100 yuan drift."

"OK, this is the backbone of our Archaeology Department. You boy, I'm very satisfied. Sit down." he patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder again.

Zhou Yi's face became thick again. Just now Kong Fanxing patted himself on the shoulder for the first time. With his cultivation of the Ninth level of Qi refining, he had already spread his aura all over his body like a vigorous martial artist. Even a fly can't fall 5 cm away from his shoulder. Kong Fanxing is just an ordinary old man. How can he beat his shoulder so easily?

The second time, I have stood up. My height plus the height of the ladder classroom, not to mention that I have paid attention to it. The distribution of aura is greater, and the range of 10 cm around my body will not be easily invaded. However, Kong Fanxing, who is only 163,4 in height, still easily reaches his shoulder? What does this mean? Kong Fanxing is a master who can't see through himself.

Zhou Yi thinks of Kong Fanxing, a legendary figure. He seems to only live in legend. He can't find a picture of him in the era of national self media. Even if there is, the unique style of his youth has absolutely nothing to do with the little old man in front of him.

"Hey, I have to work hard in class today in order to win the 100 yuan." Kong Fanxing returned to the teaching altar, looked around and said: "The class I'm going to teach in the next few days has a close relationship with everyone here, so I hope you can remember all I said, not only in your mind, but also in your bones."

Kong Fanxing's tone suddenly changed very heavy. Zhou Yi was still thinking about Kong Fanxing's two strokes on the shoulder just now. It seemed that he couldn't escape, and he couldn't help but be more shocked. At this time, he heard Kong Fanxing's tone so heavy. At first, he didn't pay special attention, but he found that the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly changed.

Some students also felt that the classroom suddenly became dark, and soon became very dark, as if dusk was coming. You should know the time now, but it was a sunny time a little more than 9 a.m. at the same time, a gloomy breath seemed to never know where it came out, and I didn't know where the rhythm of horror music came from The music rang.

All of a sudden, everyone panicked. Some timid girls even screamed. Then someone shouted, "ghost, ghost?"

"Ghost, where is the ghost? I haven't put it yet." Kong Fanxing seemed surprised.

"At the door, there is a female ghost at the door!!" The screaming students shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to the door of the classroom. Sure enough, there was a girl with white dress, white skirt and long hair standing at the door. Because of the backlight, the light in the corridor was much stronger than that in the classroom. I couldn't see the girl's face, but only the image of her white dress and long hair. It was too similar to the shape of those female ghosts in the film, and the teacher at this time The room atmosphere had just been created, and her appearance made the whole classroom scream.

"Boss, I'm Cao. There are really female ghosts."

"It's really a female ghost. It won't come to claim her life, will it?"

"What to do? Boss, can you catch ghosts?"

"What are you afraid of? It's not a ghost. It's a person." Zhou Yi was surprised at the beginning, not because of the female students at the door, but because Kong Fanxing didn't know what means to make the classroom at 9 a.m. gloomy and terrible. At this time, he could be sure that Kong Fanxing was definitely not a mortal, but a hermit expert.

"Why is the classroom so dark? Mr. Kong, I'm Nie Qiuming from the biology department. Today I heard that the teacher gives classes to the freshmen, especially to the teacher's class."

"Xiao Qiu, I thought it was a female ghost. Why are you wearing so weird?"

The girl at the door came in. She really didn't look like a female ghost. Instead, she was a beautiful girl with eyes as big as autumn water. There was a dimple on her white as jade cheek, which added a special charm when she smiled. Her figure was also very graceful. Her white dress was a little transparent in the light, The proportion of tall and slender figure is hazy and true.

"Boss, even if it's a female ghost, her figure and appearance are worth it. What did she say her name was? Nie Qiuying?"

"Meatball, look at your ears, Nie Qiuming, from the biology department. It's really beautiful."

Just as everyone was relaxing because of an Oolong female ghost incident, the door of the classroom that Nie Qiuming had just entered unexpectedly closed strangely and silently. All the lights in the classroom burst out in an instant, and the classroom fell into darkness in an instant.

"Ah..." screamed, not only girls, but also some boys.

"... ah... Help..." a more shrill scream came from Nie Qiuming. In the darkness, only Nie Qiuming still had some weak light, which came from Nie Qiuming's feet.

I don't know when the ground cracked at Nie Qiuming's feet. Nie Qiuming suddenly fell down, and below her was the red magma, and the light was the reflection from the red magma.

"I'm Cao, what's the situation?" Zhou Yi was also a little confused. His eyes quickly looked at the teaching altar, but the teaching altar had disappeared. What he saw was only a cliff, dark. Kong Fanxing doesn't seem to exist at all, or is everything just an illusion? Or is everything you see now an illusion?

Although he didn't understand it, Zhou Yi jumped out for the first time and grabbed Nie Qiuming's palm. But as soon as I caught the girl's hand, I found it wrong. The girl's hand should be greasy and small, but what he holds is a claw full of thick hard black hair. Yes, it's a claw.

When he looked down again, Nie Qiuming's face had changed. In an instant, he became a fierce ghost, issued a sharp roar, and desperately dragged Zhou Yi down the rolling magma.

"Shit, is it true or false?" Zhou Yi felt bursts of tingling in his palm, which was the feeling of being pricked by thick black hair. That feeling made his intuition not false, but everything just couldn't be explained.

On the contrary, another claw with long hair also grabbed Zhou Yi's hand and was pulling hard. Zhou Yi felt a little overwhelmed by a huge force.

Zhou Yi was cold, his aura burst out, and a faint soft light appeared on his palm. He shook one claw open. When he was about to shake the other claw open, there came a very weak woman's voice: "save me, don't leave me..."

The voice was incomparably sad and beautiful, but looking down, the fierce ghost's face disappeared, and it was Nie Qiuming's beautiful face that touched the country and the city.

"Ah, boss, where are we?" Wan Bin's roar came from not far behind, which made Zhou Yi's heart cold. Without time to think too much, Zhou Yizhen opened his slender hand and swept away in the direction of Wan Bin's cry behind him.

"... ah... Zhou Yi... I hate you... I won't let you go if I'm a ghost..."

I don't know why the voice is so familiar. It seems that it was made by a woman who was deeply engraved in her own spiritual world when she died. Zhou Yi's body gave a slight meal, but he didn't look back and went straight to the distance.

But when I heard Wan Bin's voice, I couldn't find Wan Bin's direction. He seems to have been taking the wrong road all the time, and there is only one road around except the stone wall. If you go along this road, it seems to be farther and farther away from the voice of Wan bin calling for help just now.

Zhou Yi paused and began to meditate. You should know that he has been refining Qi for nine levels, and his spiritual cultivation is much higher than this level. However, within the scope covered by his mind, he still can't see any traces of biological existence, and some are just dead silence, as if he had fallen into a Jedi.

Jedi? I've never met him less in the last life, but which time can stop him, Zhou Yi? Zhou Yi smiled coldly, and the sword in his hand flashed. The Kunlun immortal sword was in his hand, and his momentum soared sharply.

"Dean, if you don't stop, I'll ruin your battle array."

On the teaching altar, there is a small bench with Kong Fanxing sitting, just like watching a play, looking at the colorful images of 44 students in the whole classroom. Behind him, there were three people squatting, a man and two women. The man was Professor stark, the woman was Professor Xie Haiyan, and the other was Nie Qiuming who had just fallen into the abyss magma.

The four of them listened to Zhou Yi's words. Nie Qiuming glanced at his teacher Kong Fanxing and said angrily, "teacher, really let Zhou Yi attack? This boy is cruel and ruthless. It is really possible to destroy your heart refining magic array."

"Hey, what I want is to see what kind of ox fork Zhou Yi is. Can he escape from my old man's Wuzhishan again?" Kong Fanxing smiled, then pressed his hand back and said, "you three lower again. How can you show my old man's greatness."

"Teacher, didn't you say formalism can't be done? I think you're doing formalism."

"Shut up! Steven, am I a teacher? Or are you a teacher? Look at you. Why are you so tall and handsome? Every time I go out with you, others think you are the head of the Department. Do you know what success is?"

"Teacher, your words don't seem to be right?"