Chapter 8 8. Xia Feng, are you the same as me?
"Is this the boy?"
"Looking at the shoulder straps, he's from the first grade. Can he do it?"
"Hehe~ A first-year apprentice spiritualist probably doesn't even understand what a wave-type spiritual structure is. He's in trouble~"
The students watched with either curiosity or disdain as the black-haired young man walked down the stairs step by step.
Xia Feng took the long sword from Mu Qingtong and said helplessly in a low voice: "Miss Mu, what do you mean by this? Do you want to laugh at me?"
"Mr. Xia, what are you talking about? You and I have the closest relationship among everyone here, so naturally I asked someone I know to come up." Mu Qingtong smiled gently, with a slight curve in her brows.
“Hehe~”
Xia Feng finally understood that this sinister woman was just looking for fun and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
Fortunately, I have a cheat, so it’s not a big problem!
He made up his mind that he would learn to use the skills like Mu Qingtong and get a decent evaluation. There was no need to be too ostentatious.
He clasped his fists and saluted: "Teacher Fu, please give me your guidance."
Cha Naixue leaned over to Freya's ear and whispered a few words before stepping aside. Xia Feng looked at Cha Naixue doubtfully, but saw a rare smile on Freya's serious and cold face. "Xia Feng from the first grade, right? Teacher, I'm really looking forward to your performance."
Teacher, please don’t do this, I’m scared. Xia Feng had a bad feeling. What did this woman, Chanaixue, say to the teacher?
But now is not the time to think too much. He grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, deliberately made a not-so-standard starting posture, narrowed his black pupils slightly, and quickly mobilized the spiritual pressure in his body to rearrange the spiritual particle structure.
"Teacher, I'm going to go!"
He growled, and at the same time—
The woman in martial arts uniform in the distance stopped defending and slowly raised the hilt of her sword, making a triple wave starting move!
A terrifying wave of blood instantly spread out from her as the center, hum!!!
Sand and rocks were flying in the training ground, and scraps of paper were flying everywhere on the podium at the back. In the classroom further back, some people hurriedly bent down to hold down their skirts, while others leaned back and raised their hands to block the terrifying shock wave. Everyone's hair was flying in the wind.
This is not the power that a triple wave should have.
Instead, Freya completely unfolded the spiritual pressure field of a third-level spiritualist. She seemed to be trying to kill me. Xia Feng was numb. He watched Professor Freya start to swing her sword. The terrifying aura was like a giant beast covering the sky and rushing towards him.
“It’s over!!”
There was a great terror between life and death. He had no time to judge whether Freya was trying to scare him. At this moment, an all-out attack was the best defense! The non-standard long sword opening in his hand instantly became perfect. He instinctively rearranged the spirit particle structure and swung the sword -
Buzz! Three blood-red crescents roared like dragons shot from spears, instantly streaking across the hundred-meter-wide training ground covered in flying sand and rubble. The friction between the spirit particles and the sand and stone emitted a low roar, like the roar of a wild beast, shocking the entire audience so much that they subconsciously covered their ears.
Cha Naxue wasn't affected at all, she just stood up subconsciously, staring at the black-haired young man waving the knife with a slightly stagnant expression, her heart sinking slightly.
"Is it really the first level spiritual pressure? How is this possible?"
How could she not understand her childhood sweetheart? His cultivation talent was average, and his understanding of the structure of the spirit particle was also average. There was no way he would ever achieve anything outstanding in this life.
But now the facts that slap her in the face are right in front of her.
Not only is he a first-level spiritualist, but judging by the situation on the field, this guy is also a genius at least in the field of spiritual structure!
Cha Naixue's brows gradually furrowed, and her emotions were complicated and incomprehensible. She suddenly realized that she actually didn't understand Xia Feng at all.
The result of this information bias was that all her previous probability calculations were likely seriously skewed, and she had to start over.
"He's actually a first-level spiritual master?"
Mu Qingtong had just sat down with her legs crossed, ready to turn the page of the book and continue doing her own thing, but the unexpected situation on the scene made her change her mind.
"This guy is quite unexpected." The woman in the black dress showed interest in her beautiful golden eyes for the first time, and she closed the book.
Buzz——
Freya had clearly made the opening move, emitting a terrifying spiritual pressure and murderous intent, but she did not take any further action. She simply swung her sword back, and three roaring blood waves like tigers out of their cages rushed straight towards her face.
The long wine-red hair danced wildly backwards, and the white martial arts robe fluttered in the wind in the blood-colored tornado.
She turned sideways and took a half step back with her right foot. The triple waves in front of her suddenly collapsed and turned into sparse red light spots, floating into the air.
The whole audience was silent.
Xia Feng leaned on his knees and panted slightly, then raised his eyes and narrowed his black pupils. As expected, this Silver Coin teacher could control his murderous spiritual pressure with ease. He liked to play tricks on people, didn't he? He almost thought this teacher was in cahoots with Qi Xiao.
Da-da-da
Freya looked solemn, staring intently at the black-haired young man in the distance.
Two seconds later, she slowly approached with a knife.
Xia Feng noticed the movement and subconsciously raised his head. His vision was filled with two snow-white mountains. Although he was wearing a white martial arts robe, he felt an oppressive feeling as if dark clouds were covering the city. He frowned, subconsciously stood up and took a step back.
But Freya's serious face lit up with a smile. She stood on tiptoe and gently patted Xia Feng's hair: "Not bad, not bad."
Xia Feng: “.”
"Cha Naxue is right, you are really a genius!"
As she spoke, the curve of Freya's mouth became wider and wider, and she couldn't suppress it even if she wanted to.
She never expected that she would meet such a good seedling, who could perform such a perfect triple wave at the age of eighteen. This showed that this student named Xia Feng was at least very talented in the swordsmanship type of spiritual clothing!
It’s a pity that the current spiritual pressure level is still a bit low.
But it doesn't matter, because when she thinks about having an opponent in the future who will fight with her fiercely in swordsmanship, and who will be taught by herself, she is so excited that she raises the flag!
"Teacher?" Xia Feng was frightened by Freya's weird smile and subconsciously took another step back.
Freya took a step closer, her eyes burning with passion: "Xia Feng, are you willing to be my disciple?"
"ah?"
"ah?!"
The students behind were in an uproar.
"Is this true? The professor is actually going to take in a disciple? Is this guy really that capable?"
"Nonsense! Of course it's powerful. Just now, Xia Feng's triple wave faintly sounded like a tiger's roar. This is already the prototype of the spiritual garment "Blood Rose"."
A boy sitting in the third-year section pushed up his glasses and said gravely, "'Blood Rose' is a C-rank spiritual garment that only fourth-year students are eligible to learn, yet Xia Feng has vaguely grasped the direction. Think about it, how many people in the academy's history have achieved this level?"
"Does that mean he's even more powerful than the candidate saint of the Black Moon Church?"
The boy nodded: "The Saint is certainly not bad, but compared to this Xia Feng, she is still inferior."
Mushroom listened to the chattering in his ears, his thick black-framed glasses drooped down his nose again, his little mouth opened into an O shape, and his cute and pretty little face stared blankly at the black-haired young man in the distance.
She now felt a sense of shock, like discovering that her best friend was actually a stunningly beautiful woman disguised as a man!
Mu Qingtong was also a little surprised. She had sat up straight without knowing when, and her golden eyes were burning with interest.
She decided to take back what she had said before. This Xia Feng was not 'not worth worrying about', but 'quite interesting'!
She originally thought that she was the only unique person in the world and was destined to be lonely, but now it seems that an interesting guy has appeared.
She could vaguely sense that her nominal fiancé, though a year younger than her, was likely no less powerful than her in terms of spiritual pressure and understanding of the structure of spiritual particles!
This is a very scary thing!
There is actually a genius like her in this world? !
Of course, this was just a guess based on Xia Feng's performance just now and her own situation, and even included some of her own subjective expectations.
After all, this man named Xia Feng was more likely to have taken some drugs or used some equipment to show such talent.
But no matter what, she was ready to test this strange fiancé.
The woman in the black dress was sitting elegantly on the chair with her long legs crossed, her majestic golden eyes staring at the black-haired young man in the distance, her gaze pensive.
"Xia Feng, are you my kind?"
(End of this chapter)
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