The Daily Life of the Immortal King

In the principal's office, Principal Chen Tianxiang of No. 60 Middle School and Director Shi of the Teaching Office are also following the battle that the whole school is focusing on. The identity of Xia Ming's Ancient God Clan has always been a secret, but he did not expect it to be exposed in today's battle. Director Shi looked back at Principal Chen's calm expression, and was even more certain in his heart that this battle was deliberately let off by Principal Chen. idea.

As a descendant of the Ancient God Clan, Xia Ming, because of his natural superiority in spiritual roots, actually has a sense of superiority in his heart that is different from other students. This sense of superiority is a double-edged sword. I have become more confident in my own behavior, but if I am overconfident, it is not self-confidence, it is arrogance.

"There is only one student from the Ancient God Clan in my No. 60 High School. This is my test for him." Principal Chen said slowly. Before No. 60 High School had many activities with other schools, but because Xia Ming had signed an agreement with No. 60 High School, he could not reveal his identity as the Ancient God Clan. During the military training, Xia Ming's performance failed to catch everyone's attention.

Principal Chen's original intention was to test Xia Ming's character and see how long Xia Ming could keep hiding his identity, but he didn't expect that he would be completely exposed in the second half of the first year of high school.

This result also caused Principal Chen to think for a while. To hide his strength and live as an ordinary person, he believes that this is not something ordinary people can do. There will always be things that don't go well in life. For example, this time, in order to compete with this classmate Wang Ling and gain Sun Rong's attention, Xia Ming exposed his identity of the Ancient God Clan without violating the confidentiality agreement.

In Principal Chen's view, this is nothing more than a child's mind after all.

Xia Ming's growth is far from enough.

No. 60 Middle School, teaching and educating people, but in fact, Principal Chen is more concerned about the cultivation of xinxing. As teachers, they can't just focus on the students' grades. Cultivate people who are useful to society, know how to be grateful, and know how to contribute.

In contrast, Principal Chen was quite satisfied with Wang Ling.

Although Wang Ling's grades have been in the middle after entering the elite class, compared to Xia Ming's mentality, Wang Ling is obviously much better.

Normal students should be anxious when their grades keep going up and down, but what about Wang Ling? He should eat and drink, and he didn't take his middle grades seriously at all. Even in the face of that classmate Sun Rong's confession, he didn't make a clear response. Now to come out to fight, it's just a helpless move in conformity with the trend!

As the mascot of No. 60 High School, Principal Chen felt that he had read the right person.

From the previous spirit sword exchange meeting to the joint practice of the six schools, Wang Ling's performance seems to have been outstanding all the time.

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Now, the melon-eaters in the field are divided into three factions.

The first faction, those who supported Xia Ming, looked forward to Xia Ming's wonderful performance even more after Xia Ming exposed his identity as a descendant of the Ancient God Clan. The fact that Wang Ling was confessed by Sun Rong really caused too much hatred, and many people in the bottom wished that Xia Ming would rush up and beat Wang Ling up.

The second faction is Wang Zhen, Gu Shunzhi, Liu Qingyi, Fang Xing, and Zhen Yuan. Of course, they unswervingly support Wang Ling in their hearts. At the same time, they also want to take a look at Wang Ling. How will they face this boring battle. They didn't care about winning or losing at all, but only cared about what they could learn from Wang Ling.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the third faction. Although Wang Ling was usually withdrawn and reluctant to talk to others, it was not that he had no friends at all. Chen Chao and Guo Erdan, the fighting power and appeal of these two people alone are enough to help Wang Ling win a large number of stable supporters, at least the first and third classes in the high school where Wang Ling shrinks, everyone supports Wang Ling! Even if there were objections to this matter, the students in the same class did not dare to express it. Because the study committee member, Little Peanut, was also supported by Wang Ling, they worried that if they blatantly disagreed, they might not have enough time to come to school in the morning to make up homework and copy homework...

At this moment, Xia Ming felt that his spiritual root resonance had formed, and the torrent of white spiritual energy turned into filaments and flowed down his body.

It's only a foundation building period, and it's really surprising to have such a huge spiritual energy reserve.

However, in Wang Ling's view, this kind of psionic reserve was nothing more than pediatrics.

Every pore in Wang Ling's body is actually a small world, which can store a huge amount of spiritual energy for him to use. And the same is true of every cell in the body, in addition to the pores.

There are about 80 trillion cells in the human body. Ignoring those cells that die from metabolism every day, there are a total of 80 trillion small worlds in Wang Ling's body.

Not only that, even Wang Ling's fingernails also stored psionic energy.

However, the psionic energy inside the fingernail is a spare, not as exaggerated as the small world. The psionic energy of a fingernail is about as much as the psionic energy reserve of a transformation stage.

Xia Ming has not even reached the psionic power of a quarter of his fingernails.

What should I do, do I want to die with Xia Ming?

While seeing Xia Ming's confident eyes, Wang Ling was also secretly thinking that the only way he could think of was to draw with Xia Ming.

In this way, the situation may calm down.

"Student Wang Ling, enlighten me." At this time, Xia Ming, who had already charged up, rushed forward. He opened his steps and shortened the distance between him and Wang Ling within a few moments of meeting each other.

A gust of fist blows towards Wang Ling's face. Feeling the pressure of the fist wind, Wang Ling's first reaction is not to catch the punch, but to use his body skills to dodge.

Slapping people does not slap people in the face. Wang Ling thinks that although his face is pinched, he is at the general level, but if it is slapped in the face, Wang Ling has never experienced it so far.

Only he plays for others.

On the other hand, Wang Ling was also thinking about Xia Ming's safety.

If the punch just hit his face accurately, even if Wang Ling deliberately restrained his backlash, Xia Ming would suffer a shattered fracture at the lightest.

Back then, the Hongduan killer from Yingliu came to the school to assassinate Sun Rong and failed, and the scene of being turned into a scum by himself is still vivid.

Now that everyone is watching, Wang Ling doesn't want this period of history to repeat itself.

Several fists in succession flowed freely.

"You only know how to hide, Wang Ling!" Xia Ming sneered at Wang Ling intentionally or unintentionally while punching.

Even though this kind of ridicule seemed childish to Wang Ling, it couldn't really irritate him at all.

Xia Ming's performance in physical examination is also very high. He practiced "Curious Flowing Water Fist". will feel tired.

But Xia Ming was different. He had the spiritual root advantage of being a descendant of the Ancient God Clan, and his battery life was guaranteed.

Therefore, this set of "Rangling Water Fist" actually made Wang Ling feel a little difficult to handle.

It's so embarrassing, this person is really ruthless...

Wang Ling still didn't make a move, he kept using his coquettish movements to avoid Xia Ming's punches.

But this scene made Wang Zhen and others frown slightly.

This kind of dodging seemed meaningless, but for some reason, Wang Zhen always felt that Wang Ling did it on purpose, as if he was deliberately guiding Xia Ming's boxing skills.

as expected……

At the next moment, Xia Ming's punch changed direction the moment it was punched, and finally hit his own face...