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Everyone tried their best to kneel on the ground, with their hands placed in front of them holding the scroll. Due to overexertion, low and shallow moans could be heard everywhere. No matter how one looked at it, this scene was not harmonious. It is as if a young woman who has lost her footing is doing pre-job training.

Yuan Feiyu also placed his hand on it horizontally, as if there was no movement. She looked left and right, seeing that the Devil Battlefield Scroll on one side had already started to emit a faint icy-blue light, and on the other side, Long Keer was releasing a fiery-red light. Looking again, every one of them had some multicolored light of spirit energy, including Xue Mei. Only himself, only himself, left hand, changing back and forth, there seemed to be no change.

Di Qingya quickly noticed her change. "You don't know how to use spiritual energy?"

Yuan Feiyu nodded.

Di Qingya was a little disappointed. Although she had already heard that Flying Fish was trash, the legendary Fireball Technique still gave her some hope. It seemed that Flying Fish definitely used a magic battle scroll, the Di Clan had a lot of good things, and Flying Fish had such an identity.

"Try and see if you can't show it at all. and I just haven't learned it properly. " Di Qingya took out her own spiritual energy Trial Stone. This was a very magnificent piece of emerald made from the spiritual energy's Trial Stone, letting Yuan Feiyu feel the boiling spiritual energy in his blood. "Here …" Her slender fingers coldly cut across Yuan Feiyu's chest as they slowly moved, causing Yuan Feiyu's entire mind to tremble under her slender fingers. It was simply too numb, all the blood in his body rushed to his face, and all the flesh on his body trembled.

Yuan Feiyu had trained Yuan Feiyu to be very sensitive, and Di Qingya's fingers had never left her most sensitive chest, her armpits, the most tender skin at all of her blood vessels, which had long turned completely red. Her heart was filled with a wild desire, Oh my god, this, this, the Principal had never married before …. Touch me and feel my soul...

She did not put in effort at all, nor did she focus. Where did she get that spiritual energy from? The spiritual energy Training Stone did not change at all, not even a single character was displayed on it.

This meant that Yuan Feiyu was not even a first stage devil warrior. No, it also meant that she was a trash that couldn't cultivate.

The others looked at her with a complicated expression. They looked down on her with their pure-blooded Devil Clan, but the beast human female's face was filled with sympathy.

Yuan Feiyu was a little embarrassed as he retracted his hand. It was nothing much, he just kept the Demon War Scroll, he did not have any use for it anyway.

Di Qingya felt that Yuan Feiyu was very calm. When the evening class was over and Di Qingya had left, Marlene cursed in a low voice, "Trash!"

"Trash!"

"Trash!"

"Trash who only knows how to live off of males!"

With a low curse, Yuan Feiyu stood up and unconcernedly patted her skirt. It wasn't that she wasn't trash, but it was just someone else judging her character.

Mo Luo tilted his head and looked at Yuan Feiyu, and asked: "That fireball arts of yours, is it really a Devil Battlefield Scroll?" Her eyesight was extremely good, and when she recalled carefully, it seemed like she did not see Yuan Feiyu taking anything out of the storage ring at all.

Yuan Feiyu's expression was a little embarrassed, this thing should be my enemy right? Why are you asking me such a private question? Do you really think I'm an idiot!