"Ding!"

Clive stood up with contempt.

"The great magic god, your loyal people, Clive asks for your protection, please give me strength!"

A ray of white light landed on him (body sh n), but disappeared after only three seconds.

And Zhang Xing's shield is still there.

However, this question does not stipulate how long it will last, and it can be completed.

"Mr. Zhang Xing's answer is completely nonsense, and the shield technique is from the Six Towers Association. The answer is complete!"

The ten judges of the jury have different opinions, but at the same time they have a question. Why does Zhang Xing always talk about wild history that others don't know?

The star empire textbooks are clearly written, and the basic knowledge of elementary magic theory is even more detailed.

Presumably he should have seen it, or he may have only memorized the content of the first question.

Yes, it must be like this, and then the answers will not be so different.

These mentors soon found a source of nonsense for Zhang Xing.

Then they whispered.

"Student Zhang Xing, several of our mentors have unanimously criticized you. No, no, don't talk nonsense."

"Also in the answers below, please don't take the unrealistic rumors circulating among your poor as history?"

"If you make the same mistake again, we will represent the Saint Laurent Magic Academy ..."

"enough!"

Tal's words were stopped before he finished speaking.

The speaker is Jagger, the third dean of the Mowu Academy, one of the six remaining imperial emperors and the vice president of the Wizards Guild.

"I think you are inexperienced, and you are utterly nonsense, nonsense!"

"As far as you are concerned, would you like to represent the Saint Laurent Magic Academy?"

"You can't represent anything, not even yourself!"

"You have a bite of the poor, a bit of our aristocracy, where do you come without the poor?"

"Following the ancestors and asking their ancestors, your ancestors were still savages three hundred years ago!"

At the same time, the ten mentors stood up in a hurry, bowed down (body sh n) and affixed their right hand ((chest xiong) xiong). The lower level was superior to the superior.

"I've seen the dean!"

All the students also stood up and respected the students with the same voice: "See Master Dean!"

Everyone bowed together (body sh n) to listen to the instructions of the dean and did not dare to look up.

Dean Jagger walked quickly from the door to the front.

"Since the second question, Zhang Xing has no mistakes, and the answer is completely correct."

"The reaction you just made is normal. I don't know if you don't sin, but some people behave too badly."

"You are all mentors of the Mowu Academy. They are good teachers. They have been watched by the students."

"Question 3 Even if you don't make good conclusions, are your eyesight blind?"

"Can't you see Zhang Xing's magical talent? Can't you see his shield has not disappeared yet?"

The ten mentors battled up, with their heads lowered.

Sorina yelled to relieve her hate, and his father scolded him!

Zhang Xing raised his head and looked at Dean Jagger.

Finally someone came out to preside over justice, this white-bearded grandpa is really powerful!

Let me just say, how could a large demon martial arts school know no one at all.

Dean Jagger was not tall, and his chubby round face didn't have many wrinkles. If it were not for his white hair and white beard, he would have been about forty years old.

What Zhang Xing doesn't know is that Dean Jeg is not too old, just 50 years old.