"Huh?" The middle-aged man in purple robe was surprised. He didn't expect that in just two hours or so, besides this girl in white who was in the acquired realm, there would be someone else who could complete the assessment and come out smoothly. It seems that among these freshmen,
There are some extraordinary characters...
The girl standing on the boat looked quietly into the distance, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about other things and didn't care about this.
"Senior, here are twenty tiger teeth." Wu Feng carried the bundle, jumped onto the boat, and opened the bundle honestly, revealing a lot of bloody tiger teeth inside.
The middle-aged man in purple robe took a look and said in surprise: "Twenty?"
The girl next to him couldn't help but turn around and glance at Wu Feng. A faint light flashed in her clear eyes.
"What's your name?" The middle-aged man in purple robe took stock and then asked Wu Feng.
"Wu Feng."
"Oh, it turns out it's you." The middle-aged man in purple robe showed a hint of realization, "Your first level assessment was 'poor', so in the second level, you must achieve excellence. Congratulations, you have successfully passed the assessment.
From now on, he is an official disciple of the Warrior Academy!"
Wu Feng said happily: "Thank you, senior."
The middle-aged man in purple robe smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "With poor strength, you were able to kill twenty bloodthirsty tigers so quickly. You seem to have a lot of fighting experience..."
Wu Feng scratched his head and smiled naively.
experience?
He has never seen this bloodthirsty tiger before, where does his experience come from? The main reason why he was able to hunt this bloodthirsty tiger so smoothly this time was because of the "mysterious memory" in his mind, which clearly told him the weakness of the bloodthirsty tiger.
.
That's why you can kill with one hit.
Speaking of this mysterious memory...
Wu Feng fell into deep thought. It seemed that something was wrong since he came back from Danjing Pavilion that day...
…
Time passes.
An hour after Wu Feng was sitting on the boat, a shrill cry for help suddenly came from the jungle. It was obvious that the situation was extremely critical.
The middle-aged man in purple robe didn't have time to say anything more. His figure flashed and whizzed past like a meteor, at an astonishing speed.
A moment later, when the middle-aged man in purple robes came back, he happened to be holding a young man in gray clothes in his hand. He was covered in blood. One arm had been eaten by a bloodthirsty tiger. Although it was his left hand, it had almost been destroyed.
juvenile.
Wu Feng showed a trace of pity in his eyes, poor guy.
After the middle-aged man in purple robe stopped the bleeding of the young man in gray, he put him aside and announced that he had failed the assessment.
This made the young man in gray look sad.
The day passed quickly.
Seven or eight people asked for help one after another, but they were all brought back by the middle-aged man in purple robe. Some of them were only slightly injured, and some were almost on the verge of death.
Apart from those who failed the assessment, only six people passed, including Wu Feng, the girl in white and the purple-robed boy with a princely and aristocratic background.
When I counted the number of people before leaving, there were sixteen people in total when I came, but only twelve when I left. Apparently, four more people had been buried in this evil tiger mountain, and they didn't even have time to cry out for help...
…
"Tomorrow, report to the Warrior Academy!"
"These are your clothes and identity tags. Each of you can bring three followers to serve you with food, drink, housing and transportation. If you don't have followers, you can choose three handyman disciples from the Warrior Academy to serve you."
The middle-aged man in purple robe took everyone back, explained some rules to Wu Feng and the other six people, and then left directly.
Those disciples who failed the assessment all left sadly.
…
Returning to the hut where the handyman disciples lived in the Alchemy Academy, Wu Feng felt a sense of emotion in his heart. In just a few days, he had jumped from a small handyman disciple to a formal disciple of the Zhuyin Sect!
Climb to the Nine Heavens in one step!
Become a master from now on!
He simply packed his luggage and prepared to leave the Alchemy Institute, and first went to settle down in the hospital at the Warrior Institute.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to go out, he saw Zhang Xiaobiao running from a distance, with a panicked face, and said anxiously: "Wu Feng, it's not good, run away, Huang He is going to cause trouble for you!"
Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, "Are you looking for trouble with me?"
He knew Huang He. He was the Taoist boy who was gesticulating when he wiped the Alchemy Sutra in the Alchemy Pavilion. He was not only an official disciple of the Alchemy Institute, but also the little medicine boy next to Master Huang. Relying on the support of Master Huang, he was among the official disciples.
Not many people are willing to mess with him.
"Yes, these days I have been taking over for you to wipe the scriptures. He deliberately made trouble and asked me a few questions. I said that you were sick, so I would take over. But he said, this is your job. Even if you are sick, you can't do it."
I want you to do it yourself!" Zhang Xiaobiao said on the verge of tears.
Wu Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "That's unreasonable. This is not his business."
Zhang Xiaobiao grabbed his body and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and lie down and pretend to be sick. He will be here soon. If he sees you in such a good mood, he will definitely not give up."
Wu Feng was about to say something, but suddenly his brows moved and he remained silent.
"Pretending to be sick?" came an arrogant voice, "Humph, there is indeed something fishy, but it's a pity it's too late. As a handyman disciple, but you don't do the handyman work, and let others pretend to be yours, it's unreasonable!"
Following the sound, a yellow-robed Taoist boy appeared in front of the two of them, followed by six or seven servant disciples, approaching menacingly.
"Are you Wu Feng?" The yellow-robed Taoist boy glanced sideways at Wu Feng, "How brave you are to dare to be lazy. You don't want to be a disciple of the handyman, right? From now on, you are no longer a disciple of the handyman.
Pack your luggage and leave here immediately."
Wu Feng smiled and said, "That's exactly what I meant."
He shook the bag off his shoulders and prepared to leave.
The yellow-robed Taoist boy raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, Wu Feng didn't care about the quota of the handyman disciples, and didn't beg him at all. A trace of anger flashed in his heart, and he sneered: "Before I leave, let me excuse you for being lazy.
Pay the price in a few days, think of it as a little souvenir from me! You guys, do it!"
The six or seven handyman disciples behind him looked at Wu Feng with evil intentions, flexing their wrists and muscles, and gradually surrounded him.
"To commemorate..." Wu Feng smiled, "We should indeed keep some souvenirs."
He threw the baggage to Zhang Xiaobiao, who followed in a daze, with a confused look on his face. However, in the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, looking at the scene in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
I saw six or seven handyman disciples who were outflanking Wu Feng. Before they even touched Wu Feng's body, Wu Feng picked them up with one in each hand and threw them out casually.
These handyman disciples fell to the ground, howling in pain, and couldn't get up for a long time. Even if they could get up, it was better to lie down at this moment. It was obvious that Wu Feng was not someone to be trifled with.
"You, you!" The yellow-robed Taoist boy looked at Wu Feng in surprise. He never thought in his dreams that a handyman disciple of the Alchemy Academy could have such divine power!
Although he is a formal disciple, he only knows how to make alchemy. In terms of fighting, he is no different from a handyman disciple.
"What, you still want to hit me?" The yellow-robed Taoist boy saw that Wu Feng did not stop, but walked towards him, his brows raised, and a bit of anger flashed in his eyes, "Don't you want to die? If you let me
If you lose a single hair, I will destroy your whole family..."
Snap!
A crisp voice interrupted the yellow-robed Taoist boy's words.
He widened his eyes and looked at Wu Feng in front of him in disbelief. On his face, there were five bright red fingerprints...
"You, you dare to hit me??" The yellow-robed Taoist boy's body was shaking with anger. He stared at Wu Feng with blazing eyes and shouted: "You are dead! You are dead!!"
Snap!
Another slap.
The yellow-robed Taoist boy stumbled and almost fell down. He stared at Wu Feng with splitting eyes. He was a formal disciple, but he was slapped by a handyman disciple!
What a shame!
He was so angry that his body was shaking and he almost lost his mind.
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