My Another World Sword Saint Wife

It is acceptable to be covered in mud and blood, but it is a shame for a beautiful girl to climb up a cliff with a wheelchair on her buttocks!

"..."

Cang Yuanxing didn't say much, he lowered his head and silently extinguished the bonfire.

Since I came to another world, I haven't experienced a good day. Why is it so difficult to live freely?

Cang didn't understand, and he didn't bother to understand.

Sometimes there are some things, the idea is simpler and clearer, but it is more thorough.

Well, anyway, Ciriella often threatens him to beat him...

Thinking of this, Cang threw away his black-rimmed glasses, and hid himself in the hazy night, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

"It's just that, but it doesn't arouse my interest."

Sirira's face was indifferent, and she didn't pay attention to Xu Fei and others at all.

"Of course, not only that."

Fu Zhexing's arrogant voice came from behind the sofa, and beside him was the white Ciba monster.

Flipping the palm of your hand, the Suzaku Pen and Qinglong Inkstone appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, with a wave of his sleeve, five scrolls of vicissitudes of life floated behind him.

"Vine Turtle Negative Water Picture"

"Great Ape Shaking the Mountain"

"Dragon Going to Sea"

"Giant Crocodile Swallowing the Sky"

"A picture of a panda acting like a baby and sleeping soundly holding a bamboo dreaming that the breeder is hugging her thigh"

The picture scroll unfolded, and the vine tortoise, violent ape, flood dragon, giant crocodile, and an iron-eating beast still holding a bamboo transformed into shapes one after another.

They lined up, growling angrily at Sirira.

"Think about me, Fu Zhexing, as a real disciple of the head of the sect, how can I only have a mere foundation building after decades of practice?" Fu Zhexing sneered.

"Well, your cultivation level in Longhu Mountain is indeed a joke." Shangguan Ritian nodded seriously.

"..."

Fu Zhexing glared at him, then continued to sneer at Sirira:

"It's all because I devoted myself to painting the Dao and neglected the spiritual cultivation."

"However, how can a painter's fighting style be measured by realm?"

After saying that, Fu Zhexing's spiritual energy rose.

He swiped the ink pen and started to smear on the five painted animals.

After a while, the five painted beasts were covered in golden light and their bodies gradually changed.

The rattan tortoise stretches its limbs and grows spikes on its back, while the huge tortoise gradually changes into a dragon's head, which is the underlord of the six sons.

The violent ape bowed to the ground with four legs and claws, his face was elongated and his head was long with two horns, his lips were hanging like a dragon's beard, this is the third son mocking the wind.

The Jiaolong hovers and flies into the sky, its head horns are towering, and its sharp claws break through the skin. This is the Eight Sons.

The giant crocodile turned into a dragon's head with the body of a jackal as it rolled over. It held a sharp knife in its mouth and showed a fierce look in its eyes. This is the second son Yazi.

In the end... the panda is still the one holding the bamboo shoots, only slightly fatter.

Fu Zhexing's eyebrows twitched twice. He wanted to turn him into the seventh son, Bi An, but it seemed that his skills were not up to par, so he had to make do with it...

"Five Dragon Beast Emperor Formation! Under the combined attack of five dragons, Jindan cultivators need to avoid their sharp edge. Instructor, I want to see how you can fight against it?"

Fu Zhexing smiled evilly, but he didn't notice that two nosebleeds were slowly flowing down. It was the spiritual energy in his body...that is, the manifestation of excessive energy consumption.

"Well, it's okay."

Sirira appreciated it, then looked at the Ciba monster and asked, "What about you, aren't you going to use your full strength?"

The glutinous rice cake monster first bowed respectfully to Sirira, although he couldn't tell where his waist was.

Raising his head, Ciba said resolutely: "I don't care about the instructor's beating and scolding, but we are a team. If the team wants to teach the instructor a lesson, I must also participate."

"My humble personality is a unique personality formed after the emergence of summoning magic, so it can also change back into a magical form again."

"The specific kind of magic will be shown to the instructor at an appropriate time."

The glutinous rice cake monster expressed his heart very sincerely, and did not say what his trump card was.

"Ah."

Sirira nodded slightly, stood up and put the sofa back into the storage space.

Looking around, looking at the students he taught with 'care', Sirira smiled and said, "You did a good job. If you don't even have the guts to resist me, maybe I will really consider killing you all."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's get started!"

Hearing Sirira's provocation, no one stepped forward impulsively, and no one flinched back.

Everyone calmly adjusted their positions.

The anger, humiliation, and unwillingness to be physically and mentally abused for many days turned into a raging fighting spirit at this moment.

There's no denying that Cirella was an excellent teacher.

The almost suicidal training method has improved everyone's combat ability in an all-round way.

In fact, every student respected and thanked her from the bottom of their hearts.

However, one size fits all!

The anger of being abused has accumulated over time and has become out of control. It is rare to have such a good opportunity for revenge, and a fool will let it go.

Seeing that the students were about to surround Sirira, Lasha hurried to the back of the dormitory, only daring to peek with half of her head out.

"Too, too bold. May you be blessed by the goddess Ishtar..."

Lasha clasped her hands together and prayed to the goddess for the students to be healthy... at least not to be fragmented...

For hundreds of years, since she was stationed in Nimbund to work, she has never seen anyone who dared to provoke Miss Sirira, even the elder priests.

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Chapter 377 Attacking Students

boom!

The ground cracked, and a deep ravine was smashed out by a two-handed epee nearly two meters long.

Sirira glanced at the blue-haired young man beside her, with a strange expression on her face.

"It is unexpectedly stupid to send you, a clumsy fellow, to be the vanguard."

"hey-hey."

Mural was not angry, but grinned instead.

It's normal for the instructor to easily dodge the powerful first blow.

This is just a pretense calculated long ago, the purpose is to use Sirira's arrogance to get close to her.

"I'm very confident in my arm strength! Instructor!"

Mural flipped the hilt of the sword and raised it horizontally, then the veins on his arm pulsated and swung the sword horizontally.

"Arm strength? Heh... are you referring to those gadgets on the sword?" Sirira smiled slightly, implying something.

She leaned back slightly, showing no sign of panic.

The two-handed epee is heavy and clumsy, and the initial speed of the large-angle horizontal cut is very slow.

So slow that even the four-legged beasts in the mountains can easily dodge.

When the slash was less than one meter away from Sirira, all the magic textures engraved on the sword lit up.

At this moment, the surrounding air began to compress rapidly and quickly merged into the sword body.

[Elementary light weight], [Elementary speed increase], [Elementary inertial acceleration], [Elementary hardened sharpness], [Elementary wind protection]...

More than a dozen primary auxiliary techniques were activated at the same time, increasing the speed of the epee several times before.

"Become a star! Master Instructor!" Mural roared and frantically swung the hilt of his sword, trying to fly Sirira away.

Under the superposition of explosive power and auxiliary magic, the high-speed moving sword tip even made a sonic boom.

This is the blow that Mural tried his best.

After all, he is a caster, and his only advantage is his arm strength.

Cirila turned her head away from the other party, and she was a little disgusted with this behavior of yelling to enhance her momentum.

The toes are slightly pushed back, and the angle of inclination of the body is well controlled to avoid the epee with a slight difference.

Her speed is not fast, she just predicted the trajectory of the blade in advance.

When seeing the epee for the first time, he has already analyzed all the structure of the spells engraved on it.

Therefore, the opponent's next tactics are also obvious.

Although Mural's attack was ineffective, what he said next did a little damage to Sirira.

"Damn! Just a little bit! Forgot that the instructor is too short, he should be lowered!"

Mural seemed very sorry, and while thinking about it, he used the inertia of the epee to throw himself out to prevent the instructor from beating him violently with his backhand.

Sirira frowned, silently keeping this account in her heart.

She could ignore the impassioned abuse and complaints of the students before.

But if someone makes fun of her height, that's a different story...

"Roar!!"

Just as Mural was about to flee, the painted beast roared loudly, and the huge dragon tail slammed down.

"Tsk."