Ultimate Devouring Evolution

Huo Juxiong could tell that the entire class was full of perverts.

In the entire W division, there are not many people who can practice sword drawing to a small degree, and this scumbag class actually saw three.

And the remaining three people haven't made a move yet, it seems that all three of them are holding a samurai sword in their hands.

It is very likely that all three of these guys will also draw their swords.

Thinking of this, Huo Juxiong no longer challenged recklessly, but pointed at the three who hadn't made a move: "The three of you have reached a small success even when you draw your sword?"

Young Master Yuan chuckled and said, "You'll know if you try it?"

As he said that, he was about to walk out.

Young Master Guo grabbed him by the side: "I'm older than you, so it's my turn."

Young Master Wen jumped out from beside the two of them: "I'm more handsome than you two, I'll come first!"

The two naturally didn't respond, they pulled him back and said, "Old rules!"

Huo Juxiong frowned.

No matter where I went before, other people would avoid me.

Fortunately, today, after coming to this scumbag class, everyone wanted to come and fight with him.

Dare to treat themselves as human sandbags!

Nima!

But what is this old rule?

When Huo Juxiong was wondering, he heard the three people over there shouting loudly.

While shouting and making various gestures.

"Get rich in four seasons, six or six Dashun, eight horses, nine or nine series..."

When Huo Juxiong saw this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fist? !

These guys actually punched to decide who would come first.

Dare to feel that in their eyes, I am really a human-shaped sandbag!

But that's okay,

Even if the remaining three guys can draw swords and cut, I don't believe that all of you have practiced drawing swords and cutting to a small success.

As long as it wasn't for Xiao Cheng's drawing his sword, I would have a way to deal with it.

...

Three minutes later, Huo Juxiong was lying on the ground, his face pale.

This is already the eighth time he has flown upside down today.

He used to hit wherever he went.

After coming to the scumbag class today, I was brutally abused by these teachers and students.

And he could clearly feel that most of these students were level 3 quasi-warriors.

But with his ability to challenge a level 5 quasi-warrior, in front of these guys, he was so abused that he didn't even have a chance to make a move.

The most important thing is that these guys have all reached a small success in drawing their swords.

Do you want to be so perverted?

There are hundreds of thousands of fighters in the entire W division, and only a few hundred people can practice sword drawing to a small degree.

Now there are six students in this class, and all of them have reached Xiaocheng.

Is this too exaggerated?

In this way, this teacher's sword drawing must be stronger.

It is very likely that Dacheng has been reached!

God!

Huo Juxiong felt a little dizzy.

In the entire W division, there are only a dozen or so people who can practice sword drawing to a great degree.

Moreover, drawing a sword is easy to learn but difficult to master. If you want to practice it to a great degree, it needs years of practice and comprehension in countless battles.

Therefore, those who have achieved great success in drawing their swords and slashing are mostly warriors in their forties or fifties. There are even those in their sixties and seventies.

This teacher seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has achieved great success in drawing swords and chopping?

Do you dare to exaggerate a little more?

Just when he was thinking, Zhang Fan said lightly: "Student Huo Weini, are you convinced?"

"puff……"

Huo Juxiong sprayed it out directly.

"My name is Huo Juxiong."

Huo Juxiong snorted coldly.

"Okay, classmate Xiaoxiong. Are you convinced?"

Huo Juxiong heard this, and secretly slandered in his heart: I, Huo Juxiong, have such a mighty and domineering name, and you call me so cute, is this really good?

But it's better than calling Pooh directly, so Huo Juxiong didn't bother with it anymore.

Instead, with a stalk in the neck, he raised his head and said directly: "I don't accept it!"

Zhang Fan nodded, and said to the others: "Okay, Huo Xiaoxiong refuses to accept, then everyone will go up one by one, and do another round until he is convinced."

When Huo Juxiong heard this, he felt like he was about to cry.

"One by one, another round", why does this sound so evil?

I'm a big man.

Thinking of this, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget about today. I'll come back tomorrow after I've rested."

Zhang Fan didn't think too much about it, and said, "Since that's the case, let's call it a day. Tomorrow, we'll all go up one by one until he's satisfied."

Wang Dong asked very seriously: "Teacher, what if he keeps refusing to accept it?"

"Then one round per day."

Zhang Fan responded naturally.

Huo Juxiong felt as if he had received 10,000 points of critical damage.

What is "one round per day", is this fucking endless?

But Huo Juxiong is also a master who refuses to admit defeat.

He's kind of a natural.

Since becoming a quasi-martial artist at the age of 15, he has fought almost wherever he goes.

Today, in this scumbag class, I fell down completely.

How could this make him willing?

He secretly made up his mind that one day, he would trample this class under his feet.

Let these guys never dare to turn themselves!

Meanwhile, in the rocket class.

The three students who had been beaten up by Huo Juxiong were standing in front of the head teacher Yu Deliang one by one.

"Teacher, we have already found out, that guy is a student who just transferred from the slag class."

said a student.

"Later, the head teacher of that scumbag class called him away. It is very likely that Zhang Fan, the head teacher, instigated this. Even if he didn't instruct him, he still condoned the students to beat others."

"Yeah. Looks like he's going to clean up that student afterward, too, but maybe that's what they're singing about."

Yu Deliang frowned slightly when he heard the three people's speculation.

"Teacher, if we don't go to their class to get back the scene, then where will our rocket class put our face?"

"Teacher Yu, are you afraid that we won't be able to defeat them? Don't we already have secret martial arts? It's easy to defeat them."

"Yes, we..."

At this point, Yu Deliang interrupted the three of them with a gloomy expression.

"Shut up! That secret martial skill is reserved for the freshman assessment two months later, as the ultimate trump card. How could it be exposed so easily?"

When the three students heard this, they all shut up.

Yu Deliang continued: "In short, don't get entangled with the scumbag class for the past two months. In the freshman assessment two months later, if you can defeat the scumbag class in one fell swoop, you can truly become famous in the entire academy. Now this grievance, with What does that compare to?"

The three students looked at each other, and finally nodded: "The teacher taught me well."

...

At the same time, in the training hall, Zhang Fan had the students wear helmets, enter the martial arts learning system, and continue to learn how to draw swords and slash.

Zhuge Liang already had a deep understanding of drawing swords and chopping, and Zhang Fan asked him to start learning lunges.

Zhuge Liang glanced at Zhang Fan gratefully.

He knew that this lunge was Teacher Zhang's unique martial art.

The value of such a martial skill like this is probably close to tens of millions.

Such a precious physical martial skill, let me learn it casually.

This teacher usually seems to be hanging around, but he has nothing to say to his students. ()