Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

Looking into the man's arrogant eyes, Ye Fan finally understood.

Could this person be the god he spoke of?Is this a world where humans and gods coexist?

But why am I here?

Just when Ye Fan was thinking this way, his body unexpectedly opened his mouth: "Gods are born excellent, but they are not necessarily nobler than human beings. Gods are high above, and have not been baptized by turbid air. A god's heart is as fragile as paper, and it is difficult to grow up." device!"

Am I crazy?It's okay to argue with the teacher, and you are still in the rebellious period?

Ye Fan wanted to cover his mouth, but he couldn't even control his hands.

At this moment, Ye Fan finally realized.

He had a similar experience. — Memories of previous lives.

Ok.

Ye Fan felt helpless for a while.

Begin to bring in your own past life roles.

"Ye Ming, don't you sit down yet?" The cuffs were pulled from behind, Ye Ming looked sideways slightly, and saw a petite girl with a pair of balls on her head and big watery eyes, constantly winking at him.

"Ling Shuiming, don't touch mortals, you will get dirty air."

At the same table with the ball head, another beauty reminded.

So her name is Ling Shuiming?
Ye Ming was grateful in his heart, he didn't expect that in this era of symbiosis between humans and gods, there are gods who are really approachable.

However, just when Ye Ming was about to cast grateful glances at Ling Shuiming, Ye Ming was taken aback by the sudden burst of shouting from the direction of the podium.

"It's treason! Get out of here, and you won't use my classes anymore."

"I don't bother to listen to a lecturer of your level." Ye Ming said lightly, he was not angry, let alone disdainful, he was just telling the truth.

"Stop!" The lecturer's eyes turned red. If eyes could kill, Ye Ming would have been stabbed hundreds of times by him.

Ye Ming had no choice but to stop: "It's you who let me go out, and it's you who let me stop. Should I go out or stop?"

"You!~" The lecturer gritted his teeth, breathing heavily from his nostrils, like an angry cow, "You talk about my class, and you don't bother to listen?"

The corner of Ye Ming's mouth raised: "You are taking kendo class?"

Unexpectedly, the lecturer yelled: "Shut up! You also deserve to carry a sword?"

Ye Ming really shut up.

"Why don't you speak?" The lecturer seemed to have prepared Ye Ming's counterattack, but he couldn't wait for any movement.

"Didn't you tell me to shut up?" Ye Ming looked at him like a fool.

"Hahahaha~" Some students in the audience couldn't help laughing.

Ling Shuiming also couldn't help laughing, holding back his belly and laughing: "Oh, I can't do it, I didn't expect these two idiots to be so straight, so cute."

But the beautiful tablemate next to her looked contemptuous: "This kid has no respect for his elders, and he is so disrespectful to the sword. The whole country is like a peasant."

"That's right, he is a mortal, why should he talk about swords with the teacher who is a sword god!"

For a while, the classroom was in chaos.

"Give me peace!"

The lecturer yelled at the audience with a bare face, and the audience was finally quiet, but there were still a lot of swearing and cursing.

"In my opinion, this kind of ignorant countryman should be repaired, otherwise these mortals will not understand their own lowliness at all."

"If the teacher doesn't take action to rectify today, I'm afraid these mortals will turn against the heavens tomorrow."

Only Ling Shuiming covered his small mouth and defended in a low voice: "Ye Ming didn't mean it, he just didn't understand the world, he only had the sword in his heart."

"You are still speaking for that mortal! Is being unsophisticated an excuse? Shouldn't the unsophisticated waste be repaired? As for having a sword in his heart, it is even more of a joke. How dare a person with a sword in his heart confront the noble sword god?" Disrespectful?"

……

Hearing these remarks, the lecturer's expression softened slightly. These words are very pleasant.

Even if there were no such requests from the audience, he still planned to repair this lowly mortal who had no respect for his elders.

He frowned deeply, and looked at Ye Ming coldly.

"Boy, I know that you are dissatisfied in your heart, but you are dissatisfied, and you need matching strength. If you have no assets and are useless, why do you say dissatisfied remarks?"

"I always tell the truth, your sword has no soul." Ye Ming said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The lecturer smiled instead of anger, he didn't intend to talk nonsense, "Then let me see the real chapter under my hand, let me have a good look at your sword with a soul!"

"Wait." Unexpectedly, Ye Ming called to listen.

"Now I know I'm afraid, it's too late!" The lecturer has pulled out the sword at his waist, and the sword is singing like a dragon. It is actually a second-level spiritual weapon. I will use your mortal swords to compete with you and draw your sword!"

Ye Ming heaved a sigh of relief, no matter how unsophisticated he was, at this moment he understood that this battle might be unavoidable.

He had no choice but to say, "I told you to wait because I hope you can protect yourself. You don't seem to have activated the divine body protection."

Hearing this, the lecturer was taken aback.

The audience was also silent.

I don't know how long it was silent, the sound from the audience was deafening.

"Hahaha! Are the brain circuits of mortals so strange?"

"I don't know if this kid is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. He actually let the lecturer protect his body with divine power, and he is the only one?"

"Don't he know that divine power essentially suppresses the aura of mortals, and once the gods use their divine power, the mortals in the entire classroom will not even be able to breathe, and will suffocate to death?"

After a long time, the lecturer finally came to his senses. His face was cold: "Boy, it seems that you are deliberately finding fault and want to see my supernatural power. You are not worthy. If you are worried about hurting someone in the classroom, why don't we change the place."

"In this case, let's change to another place." Ye Ming turned around directly.

Shenmu Academy, martial arts arena.

The crystal-clear divine crystal was polished to a bright light, neatly laid out in the martial arts arena.

Surrounded by divine power, it forms an array of gold and soup, separating the inside and outside of the martial arts arena.

In order to restrain the divine power and not cause harm to mortals,

This place was originally set up to test the actual combat of the students and let the students learn from each other, but unexpectedly, a lecturer came here today.

"Although there is no order to prohibit the lecturer from going on stage, it is indeed the first time that a lecturer has been on this stage for many years." Holding a sword, the lecturer stood proudly and said to Ye Ming, "Not yet!"

Ye Ming walked up calmly, without any belongings on his body.

The lecturer shouted, "Why don't you draw your sword?"

As soon as he said that, laughter came from the audience: "Hahaha, if he had the money to buy spiritual weapons, would he still be dressed so poorly?"

The lecturer was really taken aback, and it took a long time to arrive: "You don't have a sword in your hand, and you still want to discuss swords with me?"

Ye Ming remained calm, and said lightly: "If you don't have a sword in your hand, you can't talk about the sword? So, your sword has no soul. Don't worry, the instructor, you can rest assured, because the sword without a soul in your hand alone will not hurt you at all. not me."

"Don't be ashamed!"

"This son is probably suffering from epilepsy."

Before the lecturer got angry, the audience was already in chaos.

Countless fists raised high.

"Mentor! Don't be merciful, teach this kid a million lessons!"