In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

[Complete the event mission of preaching for 2 people, reward points 10 points, one day of mana]

A trace of magic power merged into the vast sea of ​​magic power in Bai Wu's dantian. It was inconspicuous but real, like a drop of rain falling into a lake.

In the Food Engineering Class 1, another boy shared in the class group the joy of his successful introduction of Qi into his body.

Bai Wu couldn't help but look forward to the afternoon's teaching at the monastic academy.

That's a lot of points and mana.

......

Monastic College, Meditation Building.

As the name suggests, this is a teaching building for students to meditate in seclusion, and each classroom is equipped with the best sound insulation equipment.

However, in one of the classrooms, the students inside were not practicing, but discussing.

"Wang Xiaohai, your cousin is really going to teach us how to practice, can he?"

After the attack by the eight-headed god on the track and field field, many students finally believed that Wang Xiaohai's cousin was the legendary Bai Wu.

At this moment, they were a little excited, a little curious, and full of youthful spirit.

Bai Wu is about the same age as them, which makes them unable to surpass Bai Wu and achieve higher achievements.

They are members of the Sword Armor Class!

Each one of them has a talent that is one in a million!

Wang Xiaohai looked at his classmates surrounding him and was a little dumbfounded.

How come you know what my cooking pot is used for better than I do? I have never heard of a cooking pot coming to our place for teaching?

"I don't know, I haven't contacted my cousin for a long time."

Why do two grown men contact each other every day when they don’t play games?

As for the exchange of cultivation, he felt it was pretty good and didn't think of mentioning it.

Because he was one of the more than fifty people who drew Qi into their bodies.

"I don't know if Brother Wu will teach our class. He is my idol!"

"Our class is progressing the fastest, so he probably won't teach us."

"Even though I'm practicing Taoism now, I still think Brother Wu is really handsome."

One of the students said this, climbed onto a table, and then kicked down in a knight kicking stance.

"No, no, no, I think Wu Ge's Demon Dragon is more handsome. That oppressive feeling is so weird!"

"The Superman Blue Cat form isn't bad either. He used his hands to rub the thunder ball and blew the Golden Crow away."

Before the emergence of this new thing called cultivation, it can be said that 90% of the people present liked Bai Wu very much. But after the emergence of cultivation, Bai Wu was even the figure they were chasing after.

In the corner of the quiet room, a young man with silver hair and a shrimp-shaped tattoo on his chin looked at them with disdain.

Bai Wu is just a small goal on his road to enlightenment. He will surpass him sooner or later. What is there to admire about him?

After all, the human body relies on the power of external objects, but only through practicing Taoism can one truly gain power that belongs to oneself.

He raised his right palm and could clearly sense a spiritual energy flowing through it that was thinner than a hair.

This is the result of his cultivation in the past few days!

Looking at those students who had not even completed the process of drawing Qi into their bodies, he could only say, one step slow, every step slow.

These people will always be left behind him.

......

"Advisor Bai, this way."

There was a small bridge over the pond that separated Shudo College and Kyoto University. An administrator from Shudo College took him to the college by swiping his card.

“Advisor Bai, according to the arrangement, your class this afternoon is in the Kendo Room on the fourth floor of the Daoxiu Building, and the class is for the Jian Ding Class.

Do you want to discuss the learning progress with the teacher of Jian Ding class first, so that it will be easier for you to teach?"

The administrative lady looked at the handsome boy in front of her with curious eyes. Is this Bai Wu?

"No need, just take me to the classroom."

Bai Wu responded with a smile.

"Ok."

The administrative lady was wearing a suit and a hip skirt, her slender calves wrapped in 50D black stockings. She twisted her waist and took the initiative to walk in front to lead the way.

Behind her was white mist. Unconsciously, she twisted her body a little more than usual today...

Outside the kendo room on the fourth floor of the Daoxiu Building, a large group of students were looking out in the corridor.

When they saw a figure appear, they shouted excitedly:

"I'm coming."

"Brother Wu is here."

Their instructor Xie Youqian informed them in the morning that this afternoon's sword practice would be performed by the human form Bai Wu, which made them quite excited.

In the instructor's office, a large group of people also saw the arrival of the white fog through the monastic academy's airtight surveillance system.

There are revived monks and the leadership team of the monastic college.

"Fuck you, give me one eye, and I'll see it too!"

These are Liu Yongshou and Xie Youqian.

They were all very curious about whether Bai Wu could teach them a thing or not, and they hoped that he wouldn't just read from the textbook like some liberal arts teachers in junior high school did.

If it really doesn't work, then I'll have to let him finish teaching me this afternoon. It would be impolite to say more.

"Advisor Bai, this is Jian Ding Class. If you have any questions, just come to me."

The administrative lady tightened her legs, her slightly made-up face flushed a little, and spoke to Bai Wu.

"Thank you."

Looking at the pairs of eyes cast towards him from the kendo room, Bai Wu thanked the administrator and stepped inside.

At a glance, among the hundred people, not a single one had any spiritual energy fluctuations, and most of them were still only in the stage of attracting spiritual energy.

But this is exactly what he wants.

Jian Ding is good. Only when Jian Ding is real can the true meaning be cultivated.

If he has succeeded in his cultivation, then why would he come here?

Looking at the students below, he stood still and smiled:

"Everyone should know me, right?"

"Yes, I definitely know him!"

"Brother Wu, I want to learn how to slay gods! I want to learn this!"

"Brother Wu, don't panic. It's okay even if you don't know how to practice sword techniques. We don't mind."

"Brother Wu, teach me the knight kick!"

Student number 100 was very enthusiastic.

They can still vividly remember the scene where Bai Wu kicked a god to pieces on the track and field field, which successfully saved their lives.

"I came here this afternoon for only one purpose, which is to use this afternoon to teach you how to practice sword techniques."

Bai Wu said very seriously.

The students below were at a loss to respond.

Those professional monks have been teaching for so many days, but they haven't yet been able to draw Qi into their bodies. Brother Wu, cough cough.

"You really don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is."

In the teaching office, a young body spoke sarcastically in an old-fashioned tone.

The others also frowned.

By saying this you are negating the efforts they have made these days.

Inside the kendo room, Bai Wu didn't care about their reactions and waved at the wooden swords hanging on the wall behind the kendo room.

A wooden sword with a scabbard flew straight into his hands.

Holding the wooden sword in his left hand, he looked at the students and said:

"Before the class, I want everyone to feel what sword intent is. This way, everyone may be able to learn sword skills in more depth."

"Sword Intent?!"

The students in the kendo room suddenly heard this advanced training term, their eyes widened, and they looked at Bai Wu in confusion.

Brother Bai Wu is a human being, could he know such advanced stuff as sword intent?

They learned this from their instructor on the first day of school. This thing is a high-level thing that only sword-fighting geniuses can see.

It would be great if there was one among so many of them who could cultivate the sword intent.

A smile appeared at the corner of Bai Wu's mouth.

He learned from Liu Kangping that some monks were not very friendly to his teaching. In that case, let the entire monastic academy feel the pain.

He held the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand, his eyes slightly focused.

next second.

The wooden sword slowly came out of the scabbard...