Chapter 164

"Eh? Just now, it seems that a strong mental wave swept through. Is it an illusion?"

Teacher Zhu, who was lying on the side of the bed in the lounge, suddenly turned over slightly, frowned slightly on her face, felt it carefully, and found that everything was as usual. She thought she was just in a dream and closed her eyes as soon as she turned over.

Unconsciously, he murmured in a low voice: "I must be too tired these two days and have some nerve allergies. Where can there be spiritual teachers above level 3 in South China martial arts school or the whole western Chu City?"

"A small D-class town far from the Federal Center with a population of only one million. No senior spiritual master will be bored to explore here. He must be dreaming..."

As for Yang Fan in the practice room next door, he was not in Mr. Zhu's consideration at all.

A young rookie who has just awakened his spiritual power will not be promoted to a first-class spiritual teacher even if he is supported by a second-class spiritual cultivation grass.

Moreover, he can't refine the power of the second-class elixir so quickly. Even if he can be promoted, it is estimated that it will be a week or a month later.

Mr. Zhu stayed here. He has seen too many students who think they have good talents waste the second level spiritual cultivation grass again and again, and fail to advance again and again. He has long been used to it.

"That's Zhu Huanan, the old guy who wants to open a good martial arts school. If he wants to cultivate a spiritual teacher, he simply doesn't do his job!"

"Doesn't he know that those people who really have spiritual talents are destined to be extraordinary from birth. Naturally, there will be better and more professional schools to train them. Where will they get a pure martial arts school without any professional foundation to pick up the leak?"

"Ha... Owe ~!"

Mr. Zhu stretched out and yawned. Then his head tilted and his eyelids drooped. He went to sleep.

The teacher on duty in No. 1 practice room also felt a trace of abnormality when Yang Fan broke through to the third level spiritual teacher. At that moment, he had a sense of being stared at by something.

Just that feeling flashed away. Like Mr. Zhu, he also thought it was his illusion. He looked around vigilantly. After he found no abnormality, he stopped paying attention to it and continued to observe the students in the cultivation room carefully.

Then he was stunned to find that after swallowing all the secondary spirit cultivation grass, the student didn't immediately meditate, refine and absorb, but directly got up, opened the door and left!

"Should I remind him?"

"It's wrong to do so. It's shameful to waste!"

"Every second-class elixir is picked by the teachers in the school at endless risk from the demons and beasts outside the school. We must not waste it like this!"

At this moment, the teacher on duty had an impulse to drag Yang Fan back and beat him up.

In the past, those students, even the childe and young lady of a rich family, would work hard to absorb and refine the elixir at the first time. Many people could even stay in the cultivation room for a whole week without eating or drinking.

He has never seen a student as lazy and lazy as Yang Fan. He doesn't even concentrate on absorbing refining and chemical elixirs. What will he do in the future?

Black sheep, this is!

The teacher on duty sighed in his heart, but in the end, he held back.

Because there's no reason!

After all, it's someone else's own elixir. No matter whether it's spending money, trusting relationships or he won it with his own skills, it's someone else's own things. How he wants to use them is someone else's freedom.

Even if he chopped all those miraculous drugs into the toilet, others couldn't pick out any reason.

The teacher on duty has no reason to blame, reprimand or even teach Yang Fan how to use his cultivation resources. The school has no such regulations, and that is not his scope of responsibility.

Therefore, the only thing he could do was to silently watch Yang Fan and leave the No. 1 training room with an excited smile.

Then, the teacher on duty made truthful records on his observation records:

"Yang Fan, a student of class 29, senior 3, level 8 Martial Arts apprentice, the initial stage of spiritual awakening, cultivation time, one hour and twenty-five minutes. Taking spiritual medicine: Level 2 nourishing grass; refining time: 0; spiritual cultivation progress: 0; potential evaluation: 0."

Yang Fan confidently returned to the classroom of class 29. There were teachers in the classroom. Yang Fan opened the classroom door with a report, and then began to look at the teacher talking on the podium.

"Huang Zhong? How did he get well so soon?"

Yang Fan was surprised. Two hours ago, he clearly saw Wang Zhe smash Huang Zhong's stomach with a fist, completely abolishing Huang Zhong's Dantian and martial arts foundation, leaving only half his life.

But now, he appeared on the podium of class 29 as before. How could he recover as before so soon?

Does the South China martial arts school also have the kind of saliva similar to the golden giant Mang's body, which can instantly recover any injury in people's body?

Yang Fan thought of the magic medicine he got in the game. Even the throat broken by the fourth level demon can be healed in an instant and make it full of blood to revive. Isn't it a little mean to want to cure Huang Zhong's Dantian?

"In my memory, the gold giant mang finally seems to have died in the hands of the master of South China. There must be some residual saliva seized at that time, but it has not been used up for more than one hundred and thirty years?"

Yang Fan felt at first glance that it was impossible.

Rao Shi's gold giant Mang's poison bag is not small. There are more than ten kilograms of saliva liquid in it. However, even one hundred kilograms should have been used up for so many years. It is impossible to keep it for so long.

"It seems that there are a lot of good things in the warehouse of the school resources office! There are even miraculous drugs like saliva liquid that can make people instantly full of blood and revive! You must get some when you have a chance!"

For a time, Yang Fan began to drool. It seems that the top three in tomorrow's competition for resources have an opportunity to go to the school asset warehouse to select elixir resources independently.

"It turned out to be Yang Fan. President Chen said that you went to the practice room of the school resources department. I didn't expect to come out so soon."

When Huang Zhong saw Yang Fan, the corners of his mouth pulled out, his two pupils tightened, his fists clenched for a while, and then suddenly loosened.

Then, his face had changed into a kind and sincere smile, waved to Yang Fan and said, "now that you're back, take your seat quickly. The college entrance examination is coming soon. Everyone can't slack off every second!"

"Thank you, Miss Huang!"

Yang Fan bowed his thanks politely, then stepped into the classroom and went straight to his back seat, as if there had been no unhappiness between him and Huang Zhong.

On the way back to his seat, all the students in the class stared at him with the same eyes as aliens. They were shocked, confused, afraid and timid. Yang Fan was a little embarrassed when he saw it. He always felt that he should be handsome again.

After returning to his seat, Yang Fan found that Ansheng was also staring at him. Yang Fan couldn't help raising his hand and touching his handsome face. He asked Ansheng softly, "what's the matter, fat man, you don't know me after two classes?"

An Sheng nodded honestly: "to tell you the truth, I really don't dare to admit it. Classmate Yang Fan, are you sure you just went to the practice room instead of the shampoo room?"

"How many meanings?" Yang Fan was stunned. He thought an Sheng would ask him what his relationship with Wang Zhe was. Unexpectedly, the first sentence that jumped out of an Sheng's mouth was the shampoo room?

"See for yourself!"

An Sheng held back his smile and handed Yang Fan a small mirror. Yang Fan took it and pinched the mirror in his hand.

Who is the monster with a black face in the mirror?!

When did my handsome face and flowing black hair become such a ghost? Who was framing me?!

Yang Fan was shocked and angry. At the same time, his old face was also ashamed and hot.

Just now, he even swaggered through the school with such a dyed black head. No wonder the students who skipped class on the way back to the classroom just now would run away when they saw him in horror.

No wonder these students in the classroom looked at him as if they had seen a ghost. Even Huang Zhong was obviously startled when he saw him.

Fortunately, he always thought that these people were shocked by his suddenly elevated martial arts cultivation and cousin Wang Zhe's beating Huang Zhong and Xia Luo for him.

Now, that's not the case at all!

He was hacked by the teacher Zhu from the school resources department!

Either principal Chen Guang is deliberately fixing him because he is unhappy with him through the back door, or jealous of his handsome face!

Yang Fan's persecution paranoia broke out again and began to wonder who was harming him.

"Yang Fan, the elixir you received from the school resources office should not be a second-class spiritual cultivation grass?" Ansheng suddenly thought of a possibility and asked Yang Fan in a low voice.

Yang Fan nodded. Sure enough, did they do something on Yuling grass? It's unforgivable!

"That's no wonder." Ansheng suddenly asked Yang Fan with great experience, "I guess you should directly choose to swallow it after you got Yuling grass?"

Yang Fan nodded again. At the same time, he began to feel a little frightened. Isn't Yuling grass used to eat?

"Ah, ah, ah!" an Sheng said with a light smile, "don't worry, it's just a side effect of taking Yuling grass. It's normal, but the head and hair have changed a little color and will dissipate automatically in a few days, which won't have any adverse impact on you."

"In fact, as long as you ask the teachers of the school endowment office more when you receive the medicine, or be a little polite to them, they will carefully tell you how to take the magic medicine you need."

An Sheng said to Yang Fan with a sly smile, "I'm sure you didn't ask much when you received the medicine. Or when Mr. Zhu or Mr. Zhao sold you the legendary high-level spiritual secret, you didn't act actively, and even thought they were liars."

"Otherwise, they will certainly tell you in advance that the best way to use Yuling grass is to apply it to the forehead instead of swallowing it directly."

"Eh?!"

As soon as Ansheng's words were finished, he suddenly felt something wrong. After looking at Yang Fan suspiciously, without saying a word, he directly revealed his spiritual strength and scanned Yang Fan's body.

"Yang Fan, has your mental strength broken through?!"

"And he was promoted beyond his level and directly became a second-class spiritual teacher?!"

Ansheng was surprised!

He can't feel any sign of spiritual power on Yang Fan, which is almost impossible, unless Yang Fan's spiritual power has far exceeded the spiritual limit of his first-class spiritual teacher!

But how is this possible?

Even if Yang Fan took Yuling grass, shouldn't there be such a huge breakthrough?

Is it so easy to achieve the second level spiritual master?

After three years of hard training, Ben Shuai is still at the peak of level I, which shows the tenacity of level II mental barrier. Yang Fan, a rookie who has just awakened his mental strength, has no training experience. How did he cross the mental barrier between level I and level II?

This is unscientific!!

Yang Fan glanced at Ansheng with disdain. Now he knew he was shocked? Didn't you have a good laugh just now?

I'm still a second-class spiritual teacher. How can I file like that? Is it true that everyone, like you, will be trapped in the realm of first-class spiritual teacher?

Yang Fan got up at once and impolitely gave Ansheng a mental stab. Ansheng stimulated his spirit. He knew the depths of the sea like lightning. His whole body suddenly became numb and stiff. He didn't slow down for a long time.

After about half a minute, he slowly woke up from the strong stimulation of mental spikes, looked straight at Yang Fan, and the look in his eyes was beyond reproach:

"Is there a mistake!"

"Is Yang Fan a monster? He passed Level 3 directly! Now he has become a level 3 spiritual master?!"

"It's so special. It's almost up to the standard of my old man! Do you want to be so awesome?!"