Chapter 1907

In the morning of the next day, Kyle sent a set of mentor's clothes to Ming fire college.

Shen Yanxiao's body is petite. Although Kyle has been asked to make the smallest one for Shen Yanxiao, it's still a little big on Shen Yanxiao.

Dressed, Shen Yanxiao went to the teaching place in the afternoon.

It was a small martial arts arena. There were about 50 students taught by Shen Yanxiao in the first batch. Those students came to the martial arts arena early in the morning, with 35% of their heads touching their ears.

"It's said that our teacher today is the lower dead." A young dead man approached his companion and said.

"Isn't it true? If the dean is crazy, he can find a low-level ghost to be a mentor and teach us? " Another young dead man was surprised. There was no resurrected dead in the whole Ming fire college. Although there was a division of resurrected dead in Ming fire college, there were only a few students there, and all of them were advanced dead.

This lower undead came to be a mentor, not to mention the Ming fire school. No other school could do it in the whole wailing abyss.

"It's said that the lower dead was recommended by Kyle's tutor. I don't know what it is."

"Master Kyle? Is it the resurrection of Kyle's mentor? But that is also the resurrection of the dead. "

"It's a joke. Find a low-level undead to teach us pure undead. What does he teach us? Body surgery? The devil knows what it is. "

"Forget it, just look at the bustle. You don't know. Usually those low spirits dare not lift their heads when they see us. If they want that guy to teach us, it's good to pee their pants without fear."

"That's right, haha..."

A group of young undead are waiting in the martial arts arena with a lively attitude. They don't believe that a lower undead can be qualified to teach them. As the first group of students to accept the physical arts course, they are all here to watch the wonderful tutor. No one really wants to learn.

Wait for a moment, a group of students are lazy in the side of the chatter.

A small figure came in from the entrance of the martial arts arena. All the students cast their eyes to the entrance at the same time.

It was a very small and low-level dead soul. Her black strength was too broad on her body. The cuffs rolled up showed the thin wrists that could not help holding. The small gray face had a pair of clear and steady eyes. Her head was not high. Even every student on the scene had a head higher than her.

Such a small and low undead, appearing in a group of pure undead youth, appears particularly abrupt.

A pair of eyes stare at the figure, curious, ridiculed, contemptuous, and more with a complex look at her.

"It's her!" The boy of the dead stabbed his companion and raised his chin.

"I'll go, this little one? Is this product mature? "

"You are stupid! Resurrected undead, how old she was when she was resurrected, and how old she has been since. The ghost knows when she was resurrected. It is estimated that she was a small fart child when she died before. "

"This kid teaches us body skills? Doesn't it mean that body skill is a way of fighting without using dead Qi? It's her little arm and calf. Can you fight it? I feel like I can break her wrist with one hand. "

All the students present could not accept the presence of such a small tutor.