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Feng Wu smiled and looked at Zhu Tutor.

Zhu Tutor’s eagerly screaming phoenix dance, he really did not think that the fifteenth class actually hides such a god-level student.

When I first came in, Zhu’s mentor was full of confidence and won the prize. He planned to give a good lesson to the student.

However, Zhu’s mentor did not think of dreaming, and he actually lost.

Lost it, but he was shocked to find that he could not walk a trick under the other hand.

A trick.

The leader of the class, even the students in his class, could not stand a single move.

For a moment, Zhu’s tutor wanted to dig a hole and dig it in.

Feng Wu smiled and looked at Zhu Tutor: "Are you decided?"

Teacher Zhu is also a monk. He is willing to gamble and lose. He raises his long sword in his right hand and goes to his left arm.

At the moment when the left arm was about to be cut off, an invisible force hit him.

The sword in the hands of Master Zhu flew out and slammed into the wall behind him.

The flying sword did not enter, leaving only the trembling hilt.

The face of Zhu’s mentor instantly became pale.

The walls of the cultivation room are made of special materials. The average person, let alone the sword inserted, is hard to leave a trace.

Even himself, there is no way to leave traces on the wall.

But in front of this phoenix dance, this girl who had just entered school for less than two days, she was able to sneak into the sword.

What is the strength of her strength?

“Why?” Zhu Dao is dying with a phoenix dance. “Why stop me?”

Feng Dance smiled faintly: "Suddenly it is not worthwhile."

Zhu Tutor: "Hey?"

Feng Dance: "What do I want your left arm to do? Can you eat?"

Zhu Tutor: "..."

Feng Dance once again smiled and looked at Zhu Tutor: "It's better to do this. You open a price. How much do you think your left arm is worth? Convert it to me."

Zhu’s teacher was shocked and screamed at the phoenix dance: “You really don’t want me...”

Excited, Zhu Tutor respects you.

Feng Wu waved his hand and said straightforwardly: "You know, the most missing thing for a freshman is the score."

Zhu Tutor: "You are not afraid of me pitting you?"

The phoenix dance mouth raised a touch of radiance, laughing at Zhu’s mentor, his eyes falling on his left arm, and his eyes slid through a narrow sigh: “When I want to take it, I can take it at any time.”

This is the threat.

Zhu’s teacher didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh. This student really has personality.

Teacher Zhu is very clear that a talented student like Feng Wu, who can't keep her, will soon be flying.

"How many points do you want?" Zhu tutor asked helplessly.

Feng Dance: "How do you feel about using this training room without restrictions?"

Zhu’s tutor had no choice but to smile: “This is impossible.”

What does Fengwu ask?

Zhu’s mentor once again smiled bitterly: “My authority can only be transferred to the Wu class.”

Feng Dance: "Then I will use this training room indefinitely during the Period."

Teacher Zhu still shook his head: "Impossible."

Feng Dance frowned at Zhu Tutor, she already gave a face.

Zhu’s tutor had no choice but to smile. “At the time, there was no such power as you imagined. Even if it was me, I could only use points to redeem the practice room.”

Phoenix Dance: "So trouble?"

Zhu’s tutor nodded: “The school has made various regulations to prevent inflation from being integrated. This is one of the regulations.”