To a certain extent, if they were not concerned about their identities, if these freshmen were not the future members of the Black and White Academy, they might have rushed up at this moment to teach these ignorant freshmen a lesson.

Because Zhou Buzhou is the benchmark in their hearts and the soul of the Black and White Academy.

To a certain extent, Zhou Buzhou can even be regarded as an untouchable god in the Black and White Academy.

Even if they could be insulted, it was definitely not something these self-righteous newcomers could insult at will.

Feeling the vague murderous intent coming from the old man, Yang Zimei's words echoed in his mind.

The four hundred and fifty-five freshmen looked at each other, some were worried, some were afraid, but more were eager to try.

After all, it's 455 people fighting against one... As the saying goes, a random punch can kill a master, so there's hope for this!

But no matter how eager they are to try, no matter how great they feel their chances of winning are, they still have fear.

After all, if they dare to say so, they must be sure!

Looking at the freshmen dodging and hesitating,

Yang Zimei sneered: "Don't you dare to fight? If you dare to compete, you must dare to fight, otherwise what qualifications do you have to compete?!"

"Black and White Academy, everyone dares to fight!"

"Those cultivators who dared not fight went to the Shadow Guard Army Base, to what is now known as the Three Divisions Reserve Army Base. As for you at the Black and White Academy, if you dared not fight, then what are you doing here?"

"I've only just entered the second level, but I dare to fight. I even think I can easily defeat all four hundred and fifty-five of you!"

“Come on!”

"If you don't take action when I count to three, then, to borrow Principal Zhou's words, turn left. China still has four reserve military bases where you can enjoy yourselves in luxury!"

Every word pierced his heart like a knife.

One sentence after another of ridicule and contempt came flooding in.

Even people with rich social experience may not be able to keep their composure at this moment, let alone these young men who are full of vigor and have just discovered that they are superior to ordinary people.

They are at the prime age of my life now!

The four hundred and fifty-five freshmen glanced at each other before someone finally emerged. "Many ants can kill an elephant. Besides, we're all cultivators, just two levels apart. Can't four hundred people make up for that two-level gap?"

"That's right, more than 400 people were scared into death by one person. It's embarrassing to tell anyone about it!"

"Just fuck him!"

"Fuck him!"

"Fuck him!"

A group of people gathered together.

Yang Zimei sneered, but dropped the spear in his hand and rushed forward.

True Qi explodes in the body.

He didn't even use the true qi that a first-level cultivator could do, let alone the power of the unity of essence, energy and spirit.

As Yang Zimei rushed into the crowd, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and people and horses fell to the ground in an instant.

Sweep!

A complete sweep!

If facing a quasi-first-level army with an array like the Shadow Guard's Black Armor, Yang Zimei might not dare to be so arrogant.

But facing this group of newcomers who know nothing...

Screams rang out.

Feng Xiang said coldly, "Seven minutes and forty-nine seconds! It takes only this long to overthrow four hundred newcomers. Yang Zimei, you can't do it."

The other old students laughed.

Yang Zimei's face suddenly turned dark.

Suddenly a punch was thrown, and the ground suddenly exploded into a hole with a radius of five meters and a depth of two meters.

Yang Zimei roared: "I only used 10% of my strength!"

Feng Xiang shut up silently.

The others smiled.

Wang Sasa and the other thirty-six newcomers who were called aside were now all horrified.

One person defeated four hundred and fifty-five freshmen in less than eight minutes, and he only used ten percent of his strength?!

Moreover, there was no sign of injury on Yang Zimei who made the move!

You know, among the more than 400 freshmen, quite a few of them killed others.

Can……

How is this possible!

Is this still a human being?

It's hard to believe!

incredible!

I feel like my worldview has been overturned!

But when they saw the spear that Yang Zimei had just picked up, they had to believe it.

The opponent really only used 10% of his strength, or even no strength at all!

The other party doesn't even have weapons!

Otherwise, there should be corpses all over the ground instead of wailing!

Yang Zimei hung her spear upside down behind her back and looked at the freshmen twisting and wailing on the ground. She said coldly, "You don't know anything! And you dare to scold Principal Zhou?!"

"I can beat up five hundred of you by myself. If it were Principal Zhou, he could beat up a thousand of you by himself! What qualifications do you have to scold me?"

Wang Xue silently reminded him, "Brother Zhou can beat ten people like you!"

So, Zhou Buzhou can probably beat 5,000 freshmen alone...

Yang Zimei paused for a moment and didn't intend to argue with this woman.

He said to the freshman, completely unaffected, "Remember, practitioners speak with their fists!"

“Now, all of them!”

Four hundred and fifty-five people with bruised faces stood up.

Yang Zimei scoffed, "Turn right and circle the outer wall five hundred times!"

"Isn't it three hundred laps?!"

More than 400 freshmen were excited again.

Yang Zimei sneered, "Practitioners speak with their fists! If anyone among you could beat me, you could make me run ten thousand laps right now!"

The whole audience was silent.

Having lost a fight of 455 to 1, he really has no right to speak.

Yang Zimei chuckled: "From now on, everyone, circle around the outer wall, eight hundred times!"

Why are there three hundred more laps?

The freshmen all looked unhappy, but they no longer dared to question.

Everyone just wants to beat Yang Zimei in the future and make her run 100 million laps!

The arrogance has been restrained, but the pride remains!

At least I haven't given up in my heart!

One-armed Zhang Dashan nodded slightly. Yang Zimei's move seemed to be reckless, but it seemed to have been planned in advance.

Yang Zimei glanced at the crowd and asked, "Does anyone have any objections?!"

Everyone was silent.

Who dares to object?

If you have any more objections, the price will probably double based on the 800 laps!

Yang Zimei roared, "Then run! You are not allowed to rest until you finish running, you are not allowed to eat until you finish running, and you are not allowed to sleep until you finish running!"

Four hundred and fifty-five people reluctantly began to run.

Circle after circle.

On the first day of freshman registration, the arrogance and pride of the freshmen were completely suppressed.

From then on, they hated that bastard and made it their mission to beat that bastard up and make him run 100 million laps one day.

However, the road ahead is long and arduous... and when they were forced by some idiot to buy a lock, they discovered that this task was impossible even if they died...

Run, run, run...

The sun set and the sky became completely dark.

The freshmen are still running.

The moon set in the west and the morning star also dimmed.

The freshmen are still running.

There was a bright golden light in the east, and the sky was completely bright.

The freshmen are still running.