Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 778 The obedient disciple comes into my arms 11

Mao hour the next day.

All the disciples who got teaching places came to Tianlingfeng Academy early.

Knowing that Elder Lingxu would be teaching today, they had been excited for several days in advance.

You must know that in their Xuantian Sect, Elder Lingxu is the representative of strength.

Although many disciples have never seen a real person, it does not prevent them from worshiping him.

The deeds of Elder Lingxu are already familiar to him.

"Hey, look at that, he is the new disciple of Master Lingxu, and he is also the only disciple."

"I've also heard that although he is not very strong, there must be something very powerful about him being accepted as a disciple by his elders."

As soon as Feimian came in, he attracted the attention of many disciples, and they all began to discuss the rumors during this period.

Both good and bad pretended that they couldn't hear it, turned around and looked around, and chose the desk closest to the teaching desk.

As soon as I sat down, I was immediately spoken to.

"You are Junior Uncle Feimian, right? Why hasn't Elder Lingxu come over yet?"

The disciple in white with blue stripes at the desk on the left leaned over and asked.

The uniforms of the entire Xuantian Sect's disciples are mainly white, with different lines in different departments. The Sword Academy has gold patterns, and the brown patterns are from the Martial Arts Academy.

Only the Jinchen lineage has silver patterns, so it is particularly conspicuous.

This was the first time Feimian heard someone call her that, not counting the last time.

He smiled shyly, his voice soft.

"Master and the sect leader have something to discuss, and they said they would be there later."

"Okay, okay, hey!"

That martial arts academy disciple seemed to be attracted by Fei Mian. He was a few years older, his muscles were well developed, and he looked honest and strong.

"Uncle, have you had breakfast today? I have a few more steamed buns, do you want to eat them?"

"Thank you!"

Feimian's eyes immediately lit up. He hadn't eaten anything today.

It's time to be hungry.

He took the steamed bun wrapped in oil paper, held it in both hands and gnawed it, his lips shining brightly as he ate it.

"This is delicious, it's a specialty of our martial arts academy!"

Seeing that Feimian liked it, the disciple also scratched his head and was happy, his dark face suddenly showing a hint of red.

"Hey, there are actually people who like to eat your food. It's really embarrassing."

Suddenly, four people came up, each of them tall and strong, with obvious sarcasm on their faces.

"Qiushi! You kid, don't talk nonsense. What is the specialty of our martial arts academy? Only a poor old man like you likes to eat it!"

Qiushi's smiling face just now lowered her face immediately. She didn't dare to refute when being ridiculed. It seemed she was very used to it.

It’s just that what I said just now didn’t sound very good.

Feimian finished chewing a bun and turned around, with doubts in his eyes.

"who are you?"

"Why are you so fierce? The buns are so delicious, why do you say they can't be put on the table?"

Unexpectedly, these words immediately caused the four people to laugh and look at each other in mockery.

"Which hospital are you a freshman in? You are so ignorant! You can actually be friends with Qiushi??"

"I guess before joining the sect, he was similar to Qiushi. He was a poor guy who couldn't take the blame at home! Hahahahahaha!"

The four people laughed and soon realized something was wrong.

Everyone was staring at them speechless, hesitating to speak, with strange eyes.

"What are you looking at? What are you looking at!"

The leader asked in a rough voice.

Qiushi looked up silently, "This is Junior Uncle Feimian, the direct disciple of Elder Lingxu. You...can't scold him."

Facing these people, Qiushi's tone was trembling.

Feimian could hear that he was afraid.

Because he almost had such bad habits before.

Rolling his eyes, Feimian stretched out his oily hands and stepped on the stool. Although he was still not as tall as those few people, he thought he was already very impressive.

"You guys, why don't you salute me!"

Very imposing.

It just sounds milky and has no deterrent effect.

The four martial arts disciples were stunned on the spot. They were about to say something funny, but when they saw the looks from the people around them, it didn't look like they were joking.

"Feimian, how can you use your status to oppress others?"

Xie Xi suddenly stood up. His injuries seemed to have healed. When he stood up and spoke, his aura was even stronger than Feimian's.

"If the elder knew about it, he would definitely punish you!"

He looked up and glared very fiercely.

It seems that he still hates Feimian.

Feimian doesn't like him either.

"You're so annoying. Your injury last time has been healed. Now you're meddling in other people's business. Master won't punish me."

"Feimian!"

Xie Xi was so angry that he put his hands on his hips.

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The class bell rings.

All the people watching the excitement quickly took their seats, but they still couldn't help but turn around to watch.

Until I saw a touch of white clothes walking in.

Jinchen scanned the people in the hall and paused on the faces of the few people standing.

"Do you need me to ask you to sit down?"

How could the four martial arts disciples who were so aggressive just now dare to refute? They usually just show off their power, but this is the Lingxu Master!

He quickly found a seat and sat down, not daring to speak.

Xie Xi bowed to Jinchen and saluted, with a tone that sounded like he was complaining.

"Sir, you don't know that Feimian has gone too far. He actually used his status as a master uncle to bully ordinary disciples!"

Jinchen walked towards the teaching desk. After listening to the complaint, he stopped beside Feimian's desk and looked down.

"Master! He is talking nonsense."

Feimian was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and replied without even getting off the stool.

"I was so hungry, so Qiushi gave me some steamed buns to eat. Before I finished eating, those people came over and cursed me!"

He raised the uneaten buns to show Jinchen.

"Look, I still have evidence."

The paws are still oily.

Jinchen lowered his eyes helplessly and threw a handkerchief to him, "Wipe it clean and come down and sit down."

He wasn't angry, and his tone was even softer than what he said just now.

Feimian knew that the master would not scold him, so he laughed twice, jumped down and sat down, and wiped his hands.

Noticing that Qiushi was looking at him, he turned around and smiled brightly.

Then he supported his chin with both hands and concentrated on watching Master teach.

Although I have seen it many times, I still can’t get enough of Master’s face!

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 55! 】

During the whole lecture, all the disciples were very quiet.

It can be seen that the immortal master who was listening had tears in his eyes.

These gangsters were in his class before, but they couldn't even hold on to a stick of incense and started whispering to each other.

You are so serious today!

Except Feimian.

He was really sleepy on the ground.

Jinchen had taught him these contents before and had memorized them by heart.

And because I got up a little too early today.

The little boy sitting in the front row was buzzing and his body was swaying. He woke up a second before he fell and continued to hold his head and feel sleepy.

Feimian's eyes were misty and watery, as if he had been immersed in a layer of mist. He yawned several times silently, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't tell where he was.

But it was so cute that it inexplicably attracted the attention of several people in the same row.