After the four famous young men left, Zhang Fan continued to practice backflips.

But I basically didn't have a foundation in this area before. Now it's really hard for him to suddenly practice backflips.

Pia—

There is no doubt that he fell to the ground again.

Zhang Fan rubbed his knees that were hurt by falling and got up.

Without any hesitation, backflip again.

Pia—

Falling to the ground again.

This time, Zhang Fan jumped up faster than just now and continued to practice.

Pia—

Pia—

Pia—

He kept getting up one after another and fell one after another.

But Zhang Fan had no complaints.

He once crawled out of so many zombies and corpses in the 301 laboratory. He was no longer the high school student more than two months ago.

His will has been tempered to be extremely tough.

No stopping, continue practicing.

At the same time, at Lingguang Wudao Academy, the slag class.

Liao Gang is already in a state of turmoil.

I didn't sleep all night because I was looking for Zhang Fan last night.

I just took advantage of the lunch break and sniffed for two hours before I got called to attend class.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the classroom, I found that there were only two people.

There were only six students in the class, and four of them missed class.

He asked Zhuge Liang and Wang Dong, but they were unaware of it. They asked people to go to the dormitory, toilet, canteen... In short, they searched all the places they could find.

Even the surveillance video of the academy was not found.

Liao Gang was so crying that he was really crying.

I lost my teacher yesterday, and today I taught the teacher, but the students were lost again.

This is too memorable.

Just as I was about to send someone out to search, I heard talking and laughing at the door.

"That move is so handsome!"

"We must let him teach us."

"But what the hell is that training on the ground? Do you have to learn it too?"

"Of course, we will train as he trains."

Accompanied by the voices, the four guys walked into the classroom.

They are the four famous young men.

When Liao Gang saw him, he felt secretly glad and anger rose again.

Bang-

He slapped the podium suddenly: "This is a college, not your home. Come whenever you want, and leave whenever you want. Do you think this is a vegetable market?"

As a result, the four guys ignored them and went back to their positions. They took four real knives and turned around.

Liao Gang was stunned and quickly took a step back: "What do you... want to do! Killing the teacher is illegal..."

The four guys still ignored him and walked straight out the door.

"Where are you going?!"

Liao Gang asked with lingering fear.

"The afternoon is a martial arts class. Could it be that we have to practice martial arts in the classroom?"

Young Master Wen’s tone was filled with a strong sense of contempt.

Zhuge Liang, who had been looking outside the window, finally turned around and looked at the backs of these four guys, thinking to himself when did these four guys change their sex?

Take the initiative to take martial arts classes?

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuge Liang also picked up his samurai sword and followed.

When Wang Dong saw that everyone else had left, he was the only one left.

Of course, you can't make special.

He also picked up the samurai sword and chased the five people and trotted out.

Liao Gang was stunned for a moment, and finally showed some joy.

These guys are so self-conscious that he saves a lot of trouble.

However, you still have to find that boy Zhang Fan as soon as possible, otherwise your job will be lost.

Let’s talk about the four famous young men who came to the training hall, found a random venue, and started training.

Now they are really guys in their hands, and after the last incident, everyone knows that the scumbag class is not easy to mess with.

No class dares to compete with their bad class for the venue.

As soon as the four famous young masters arrived on the field, they consciously practiced to draw their swords.

Once again, it's pretty.

When Zhuge Liang saw these four guys, he looked careless in the morning, but suddenly became so hard in the afternoon, he felt a little strange.

But since these four playboys worked so hard, he couldn't fall behind.

Therefore, he also practiced to draw the sword.

Of course, Wang Dong can't be special.

Liao Gang was originally worried that these guys would make trouble with knives, but when he chased him to the training hall, he found that he was so hard, and he felt a little flattered.

After practicing for a class, the four famous young masters began to discuss it.

"Will you go tomorrow?"

"Of course I have to go. It's not natural to be a student's support teacher!"

Young Master Wen looked righteous and stern.

"And that's a great-successful sword-drawing slash. In the entire W area, there are probably only a dozen people who can achieve great success by drawing sword-drawing slashing."

"Then we'll continue tomorrow afternoon."

Although Zhuge Liang sat far, as a level 5 quasi-warrior, he could still hear these guys.

Especially when he heard the words "Dacheng's sword drawing", his eyes lit up.

"Hey, who are you guys talking about?"

Although Zhuge Liang was killed by Zhang Fan last time, he was no longer as proud as before.

But because I have been used to being proud since I was a child, I have a pride in every move.

Even though he had no pride in his heart, his tone and expression still made people feel that this guy was so proud that he deserved to be beaten.

So the four famous young masters ignored him at all.

With Zhuge Liang's proud personality, since he was dismissed, he naturally would not post it and ask again.

In the next two classes, six people continued to practice drawing swords and slashing, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

The next morning, the four famous young masters still taught themselves as before.

When Liao Gang yawned and returned to the academy with bloodshot eyes, he was immediately relieved when he saw this scene.

These guys finally stopped making trouble.

And at the same time, in the dean's office.

The dean looked at the situation of the Zhazao class and nodded secretly: He is worthy of being an old teacher who has worked for more than ten years, and he still has some means. He only took one day to subdue the students of the Zhazao class.

Soon, time moved to the afternoon.

Liao Gang glanced for a while, then got up and rushed to the training ground.

When I saw this, I was stunned.

None of the six students were there.
To be continued...