I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 8 8.Xia Feng, will you be my kind?

"Is this the boy?"

"Look at the epaulettes, they are for one year. Can he do it?"

"Haha~ A first-year trainee spiritual master probably doesn't even understand what the wave-type spirit substructure is. He will be in trouble~"

The students were either curious or disdainful as they watched the black-haired young man walking down the stairs step by step.

Xia Feng took the long knife from Mu Qingtong's hand and whispered helplessly: "Miss Mu, what do you mean by this? Do you want to see my joke?"

“Mr.

"Haha~"

Xia Feng finally understood that this scheming woman was just looking for fun and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Fortunately, I had it, so it’s not a big problem!

He made up his mind to learn how to use skills like Mu Qingtong in a while, and just get a decent evaluation. There is no need to be too ostentatious.

He cupped his fists and saluted: "Teacher Fu, please give me some advice."

Cha Nayuki whispered something into Freya's ear and stepped aside. Xia Feng glanced at Cha Nayuki in confusion, but saw a rare smile on Freya's serious and cold pretty face, "Xia Feng, one year old Right, teacher, I'm looking forward to your performance."

Teacher, please don't do this, I'm afraid. Xia Feng had a bad feeling. What did this woman Chana Xue say to the teacher?

But now was not the time to think too much. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and deliberately made a non-standard starting position. His black eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly mobilized the spiritual pressure in his body to rearrange the spiritual structure.

"Teacher, I'm going to fuck!"

He shouted lowly, but at the same time——

The woman in martial arts uniform in the distance no longer defended, but slowly raised the hilt of the knife and made a three-step wave attack!

The terrifying wave of blood instantly spread out with her as the center, buzz! ! ! !

Sand and rocks were flying in the martial arts arena, and paper scraps were flying on the podium at the back. In the amphitheater 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 fluttering in the wind.

This is not the power that Sandielang should have.

Instead, Freya fully unleashed the spiritual pressure field of the third-level spiritual master. This is the rhythm that will kill me. Xia Feng was paralyzed. He watched Professor Freya start to swing the knife with terrifying momentum. The giant beasts that cover the sky are coming.

"Done!!"

There is great terror between life and death, and he has no time to judge whether it is true or false. Attacking with all his strength at this moment is the best defense now! The not-so-standard long sword in his hand became perfect in an instant. He relied on his instinct to rearrange the spirit structure and swung the sword——

Buzz! ! ! ! Three blood-colored moon arcs roared like a dragon out of a gun, and passed through the 100-meter martial arts field filled with flying sand and rocks in an instant. The friction between the spirits and the sand and stones made a low roar, like a wild beast roaring, which shocked all the students and subconsciously covered their ears.

Chanaxue was not affected at all. She just subconsciously stood up and stared at the black-haired young man wielding the knife with a dull expression, her heart sinking slightly.

"Is this really the first level of spiritual pressure? How is this possible?"

How could she still not understand her childhood sweetheart? In terms of cultivation talent, he is average, and his understanding of the structure of spiritual beings is also average. It is impossible for him to get ahead in this life.

But now the fact that slapped her in the face was right in front of her.

Not only is he a first-level spiritual master, but according to the situation on the field, this guy is also a genius at least in terms of spiritual structure!

Chanaxue's slender eyebrows gradually frowned, her emotions in her heart were complicated and difficult to understand. She suddenly realized that she actually didn't understand Xia Feng at all.

The result of information bias is that all her previous probability calculations are likely to have serious deviations, and they will have to be overturned and started all over again.

"He's actually a first-level spiritual master?"

Mu Qingtong had just crossed her legs and sat down, ready to turn the pages of the book and continue doing her own thing, but an unexpected situation on the field made her change her mind.

"This guy is unexpected." The woman in the black dress's pale golden eyes showed interest for the first time, and she closed the book.

Buzz——

Freya clearly made a start, exuding terrifying spiritual pressure and murderous intent, but she did not take any further action. She just slashed with her backhand, and three waves of blood roared straight into her face like a wild tiger out of its cage.

Her long burgundy hair danced wildly back, and her white martial arts robe was also hunting in the wind in the bloody tornado.

She turned sideways and took half a step back with her right foot. The three waves in front of her suddenly collapsed and turned into scattered red light spots, floating into the sky.

There was silence.

Xia Feng came to his senses from the life-and-death crisis, put his hands on his knees and panted slightly, "Good guy, this Silver Coin Teacher, with his murderous spiritual pressure, is really playing tricks on me!" He almost thought that this teacher was in the same group as Qi Xiao.

Da da--

Freya looked solemn and stared at the black-haired young man in the distance with solemn eyes.

Two seconds later, she slowly approached with a knife.

Xia Feng noticed the movement and subconsciously raised his head. His field of vision was filled by two snow-white mountains. They were clearly wearing white martial arts robes, but there was an oppressive feeling like black clouds looming over the city. He was startled and quickly stood up and stepped back.

But Freya's serious little face smiled. She stood on tiptoes and reached out to gently pat Xia Feng's hair: "Not bad, not bad."

Xia Feng: "."

"What Chana Yuki said is indeed true, you are really a genius!"

As she spoke, the curve of the corner of Freya's mouth became wider and wider, and she couldn't restrain it even if she wanted to.

She never expected that she would meet such a good young talent who could perform such a perfect triple wave at just eighteen years old. This shows that this student named Xia Feng is at least very good at the swordsmanship type. talent!

It's a pity that the current level of spiritual pressure is still a bit low.

But it doesn't matter, because when she thinks about having an opponent who can fight with her crazily in sword skills in the future, and who is taught by herself, she is so excited that she gets excited!

"Old teacher?" Xia Feng was frightened by Freya's weird smile and subconsciously took a step back.

Freya followed closely and took a step closer, her eyes fiery: "Xia Feng, are you willing to become my teacher?"

Xia Feng: "Huh?"

"ah?!"

The students behind were in an uproar.

"Is it true? Professor Freya actually wants to accept a disciple? Is this boy so powerful?"

"Of course it's amazing. Just now, Xia Feng's three waves made a faint sound of roaring tigers. This is already the prototype of the spirit garment 'Blood Rose'."

A boy sitting in the third-year seating area pushed up his glasses and said solemnly, "The 'Blood Rose' is a C-level spirit garment that only the fourth-year class is eligible to learn, but he vaguely figured out the direction on his own. You guys Think about it, how many people in the history of the academy have achieved this level?”

"Does that mean he is more powerful than the preparatory saint of the Black Moon Holy See?"

The boy nodded: "The Saint is certainly not bad, but she is still inferior to this one named Xia Feng."

Mushroom listened to the chattering in his ears, his thick black-framed glasses drooped down the bridge of his nose again, his small mouth opened into an O shape, and his cute and delicate face stared blankly at the black-haired young man in the distance.

She now has the kind of shocking feeling of discovering that her best friend is actually a stunning beauty disguised as a man! !

Mu Qingtong was also a little surprised. She didn't know when she had sat up straight, her golden eyes burning with interest.

She decided to retract her preamble. The person named Xia Feng was not 'not a concern', but 'somewhat interesting'!

She originally thought that she was the only one in the world who was unique and destined to be lonely, but now an interesting guy seemed to have appeared.

She could vaguely feel that her nominal fiancé was obviously one year younger than her, but he was probably not inferior to her in terms of spiritual pressure strength or understanding of the structure of the spirit child! !

This is a very scary thing!

Is there actually a genius like her in this world? !

Of course, this is just a guess based on Xia Feng's performance just now and her own situation, and even includes some of her own subjective expectations.

After all, this man named Xia Feng is more likely to have taken some medicine or used some equipment to show such genius.

But no matter what, she was ready to test this strange fiancé.

The woman in the black dress crossed her long legs and sat elegantly on the back of the chair. Her majestic golden eyes stared at the black-haired young man in the distance, her eyes thoughtful.

"Xia Feng, will you be my kind?"