Resurrection: Devil Fruit is rewarded at the beginning

Su Yang flew out of the office, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he sensed Fatty Han's aura, bent down, and landed at the door of the classroom.

In the classroom, a teacher was giving a lecture, and the teacher standing on the podium was Zheng Zhimu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"If you want to go far on the road of martial arts, you need a strong and knowledgeable heart, so students should not forget to learn more knowledge to enrich themselves on the way to pursue the peak of martial arts."

Zheng Zhimu was wearing a blue robe, speaking elegantly.

"Teacher, is this what you're talking about when a martial artist trains his mind?" A student asked below.

"Of course it is related, but you still need to learn and practice on the road to get something. The teacher is just a scholar with no strength."

Zheng Zhimu smiled.

Su Yang, who was standing outside, heard this, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "You have no strength to restrain a chicken? What a fucking old Yinbi. You can pretend, you can pretend!"

I don't understand why the dignified leader of Longting is hiding in Tang Wu University as a weak scholar.

Zheng Zhimu on the classroom podium seemed to be aware of it, glanced out inadvertently, then took a few steps forward, pretending to open the classroom door unintentionally, and shouted:

"Is this student here for class?"

All eyes in the classroom instantly turned to the door.

Su Yang was a little embarrassed. He could escape at that moment, but he was held in place by an inexplicable force.

Don't think about it, this must be Zheng Zhimu's ability.

Although I can break free, but there will inevitably be a lot of movement.

It's better to face it calmly: "Teacher, I went to the wrong classroom, this is not our class."

"It's Su Yang, a super genius in Tang Wu's freshman year. The news has been spread all over the past few days. Come in and share with your classmates."

With exaggerated surprise on Zheng Zhimu's face, as if he had just met Su Yang, he invited with a smile.

The students in the classroom also saw Su Yang, and they all showed joyful expressions like seeing idols.

The news spread all over the Internet. In just a few hours, no one in Longguo knew that Tang Wu had a super talented man named Su Yang. He was only a freshman this year and forced to retire Yuan Wushen-level teacher.

These days, martial arts stars are more popular than anything else.

Tang Wu's students are naturally more proud than others. After all, this big boss is from his own family, and it will be face-saving to spread the word.

At this time, they all looked at Su Yang at the door expectantly.

Only Fatty Han sat in it with a troubled expression, with regret on his face.

Originally, he wanted to use Su Yang as his exclusive resource to develop clubs and gangs that attracted him, but now, if he shared it on stage, wouldn't his advantage be reduced?
But after thinking about it, the more famous Su Yang is, the more valuable his position as a friend will be.

cool ah cool!
Su Yang looked at the students in the classroom with excited expressions and Zheng Zhimu who was full of acting skills, and walked into the classroom after hesitation.

Zheng Zhimu thoughtfully moved away from the podium and signaled Su Yang to start.

Su Yang looked at the pairs of eyes full of expectation below, and felt a little headache, then he said, "Hello, students, I'm Su Yang."

The voice just fell.

The little girls below whistled excitedly, and whispered with flushed faces:

"God Su!"

"God Su!"

"Eh." Su Yang didn't expect that he was so popular, he pressed his hand modestly, signaling the silence below, and he suddenly knew how to share.

"Students, I'm just one step ahead of you in martial arts, and I don't know how to start. So in this class, please ask questions directly, and I will try my best to help you answer."

Su Yang looked down, waiting for questions.

"God Su, your martial arts progress is so fast, does it have something to do with the leek cake?" asked a classmate who doesn't like leeks very much.

Su Yang's face turned dark, and he subconsciously glanced at Fatty Han behind him, and then said with a smile: "There is no relationship between the two. I can quickly step into the god level thanks to my talent and actual combat."

Fatty Han felt a little guilty at this glance, and dodged subconsciously.

"God Su, do you have a girlfriend?" A female classmate asked shyly.

"Yes." Su Yang replied, and then added: "Everyone try to ask some questions related to martial arts."

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to from the second level to the third level?" Finally, some students asked serious questions.

Su Yang thought about it carefully, and then explained: "People who practice at a low price may pay more attention to the improvement of Yuanli and ignore the polishing of the body, but if they can simultaneously improve their qi and blood, it will be beneficial to everyone's martial arts advancement and their current combat effectiveness. There will be great improvement.

Yuanli and qi and blood will become one when we step into the sixth level. At that time, if we are dragged down by the lack of qi and blood, warriors will stay at the fifth level for a long time.

If we were."

Su Yang talked eloquently from above.

The students listening to the class in the classroom were taking notes seriously, and there was a burst of rustling.

These contents will be mentioned by the corresponding teacher later, but they will not be specifically mentioned. After all, not all students have the energy to improve Yuanli and Qi and blood at the same time.

Now, as Su Yang, the star of Tang Wu, said, the impact on everyone is profound, and everyone wants to learn and record it.

It's a pity that not everyone is as pessimistic as Su Yang.

A class is 50 minutes.

When Su Yang left, the students in the classroom still looked unsatisfied.

Thanks to this sharing, the influence of leek cake was also successfully eliminated, and Master Li Songwei's entrustment was fulfilled.

"I'm home."

In the dormitory, Hu Mei said sweetly with a smile on her face.

Su Yang looked at her who was more and more beautiful, hugged her in his arms, and said seriously: "It's time to practice."

Next, there was another burst of ups and downs.

After a long time, Hu Mei lay beside Su Yang with a flushed face, and said, "We're going to go back to the forbidden area for monsters in the next two days."

"Forbidden place for monsters?" Su Yang froze while playing with the other party's jade neck, and asked, "Why are you going there?"

"Several top masters of monsters and human race are going to expand the space crack and investigate the situation inside." Hu Mei explained: "It's easier with the two of us, after all, the will of heaven is on us. , will not cause the world to fight back."

"Okay, I have no problem, I can leave at any time." Su Yang agreed, after all, he also wanted to see if that world was the same as the one he saw while practicing Yuantian Sword Art.

"That's good." Hu Mei couldn't help stretching on the bed, showing her body curves to the fullest.

Seeing this, Su Yang slowly stretched his right hand down from the jade neck, and then squeezed it lightly.

"Ah~"

Hu Mei exclaimed, then hid under the quilt.

Su Yang laughed, turned over and rode up, and started his daily practice.

The small dormitory building continues to tremble