Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

"puff……"

When the students heard Zhao Qianye's lame excuse, they burst into laughter.

“Isn’t this chicken too pretty?”

"Auntie, why don't you talk about auntie?"

The little fat guy was laughing so hard that he was out of breath and banging his head on the ground crazily.

Even Qin Ruoxi, who had always been well-behaved, was blushing and giggling.

"Are you still laughing?"

Li Ruolan was so embarrassed and angry that she couldn't catch Zhao Qianye, the monkey. In the blink of an eye, he saw the students next to him who were almost bursting with joy. He immediately shouted with shame and anger: "The teacher asked you to compete with each other, have you done it?

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As a result, the classmates who were laughing so hard just now quickly formed a group of two and began a painful training career that they will remember for the rest of their lives.

This competition lasted all day. In the end, Li Ruolan transformed into the Great Demon King and promised to teach the students martial arts and combat experience. However, in reality, a few hours later, 6 to 70 students were beaten by the opponent.

Rats scurried about holding their heads, ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Even Qin Ruoxi, a well-behaved little girl, was not immune. Li Ruolan remembered the scene where Qin Ruoxi cheered Zhao Qianye and laughed at his own jokes. He slapped the other person's buttocks a few times, but the little girl

The girl burst into tears in pain.

After this battle, Team 2 secretly gave Li Ruolan a popular nickname, "The Devil!"

Li Ruolan: "..."

It was a long time after Li Ruolan found out about the random nickname given to her. Of course, as the person involved, it was inevitable that she would be treated well by the female devil.

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The next day!

Li Taiyi received another communication from Feng Sancai.

"Brother Li, how have you considered what Feng mentioned before?"

Feng Sancai intervened, sat at his desk, looked at Li Taiyi projected in the light screen, and asked calmly.

"Li will not agree to what you said!"

Li Taiyi flatly refused.

The smile on Feng Sancai's lips disappeared and he said unhappily: "In that case, could you please Brother Li and make an appointment with your friend Zhao Dingnan for me so that we can sit down and talk about my son?"

Li Taiyi was also worried about offending the Feng family, so he hesitated and reluctantly agreed.

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Sunflower Kindergarten, school director, Mr. Cai’s office.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Li Ruolan opened the door and entered the office. When he saw Old Man Cai handling official business, he consciously sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

Think about the purpose of Old Man Cai calling him this time!

Have the quotas for the autumn camp been confirmed, or is there something else important?

As for the former, according to past practice, it should not be so fast.

After Mr. Cai finished handling the last bit of official business, he took off his reading glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, looked at Li Ruolan, and asked with a concerned smile: "How are the little guys in your class doing with their new courses recently?"

Every autumn camp training is not only related to the personal growth of the freshmen, but also involves some competition among upper-level forces. As the school director, Mr. Cai is naturally very concerned about the growth progress of the little ones below.

Li Ruolan briefly talked about the students' learning progress, especially the shortcomings in personal martial arts competition. After all, the maturity of personal martial arts requires a lot of battles and competitions in order to grow and progress.

When Mr. Cai heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "That's just right. Yesterday, the head teacher of Class 1 came to me to report on his work. I hope that during this personal martial arts competition, I can have a friendly discussion with the students of Class 2. If you haven't

Whatever your opinion is, I will agree to it."

Li Ruolan rolled her eyes and said, "Uncle Cai, are you waiting for me here?"

"In terms of individual martial arts competition, I also think Ruolan, the students in your class, are even better."

Old Man Cai laughed and said with rare praise: "You can't embarrass your Uncle Cai!"

What else could Li Ruolan say after hearing this?

Although she felt that it was not a good thing for students in her own class to meet students from the gifted class so early. But where there are people, there are gangs, and this kind of thing cannot be avoided if you don't want to.

She had no choice but to reluctantly respond, say hello to Old Man Cai emotionally, get up angrily, slam the door and leave.

Old Man Cai smiled and shook his head, put on his reading glasses again, and started processing other official documents.

As the principal of the school, he is one of the best and has great power, but the burden on his shoulders is also very heavy. Especially trivial matters such as replenishing resources for students and claiming basic supplies from the alliance, which is a great test of a politician's wisdom and ability.

When it comes to claiming basic supplies, the resources distributed by the alliance each time are good and bad. If the schools below want to obtain high-quality resources for their students, they must not just follow the rules and regulations. So, what should we do? What can we do?

To do business, it is extremely necessary to have the ability of the person doing the work and the ability to connect people.

In this regard, the Super God World is different from the Aqualan Star in its way of doing things. A new little genius born in a school is as surging as the tide. He hardly needs to make connections, and the alliance's senior officials and offices will look at him differently.

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After all, the little guys who are still studying in school will be the big guys who provide resources to the alliance in a few years. These geniuses are destined to become big shots in conquering all realms. The alliance will naturally know when to invest energy and resources to win them over.

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Therefore, Mr. Cai cannot help but pay attention to the growth progress of the little guy below.

Li Ruolan left the office and was blown away by the cool breeze outside, and most of her unhappiness dissipated.

She pondered for a moment and sent an announcement to the class group.

It probably means that in three days, I will have a personal martial arts competition with a class of geniuses.

At the end, it was mentioned that starting today, everyone in the class must be proficient in the ability to condense weapons and start a battle in pairs.

After Li Ruolan made the announcement, she thought of the sullen face of Class 1 leader He Shaofeng. She clenched her teeth and snorted angrily: "You little guys, if you dare to embarrass me in front of outsiders, you will look good!"

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Real world, Panlong Building, training room on the top floor.

Zhao Qianye held the Fangtian Painted Halberd weighing 180 kilograms, and the fight with his sparring staff was inseparable.

The sparring staff held long swords in their hands, and their movements were sometimes erratic and sometimes fierce. It was obviously a long sword that was not heavy, but it still displayed a contradictory feeling of being weird, erratic, and powerful.

Once again, the training partner saw an opportunity, turned his sword, and slapped the back of Zhao Qianye's hand with the back of his sword.

"Snapped!"

Like the weight of a thousand kilograms of gravity, Zhao Qianye gasped and almost flew out. The Fang Tian Huaji in his hand fell directly to the ground, almost hitting the instep of his feet.

"Subordinates deserve to die!"

The sparring staff was shocked and quickly knelt down on one knee with a look of fear on their faces.

John in the corner was also frightened by what he saw. He was afraid that the young master would give the order and directly chopped the sparring staff alive.

It is extremely difficult to find sparring personnel who have their own weapons, have authority integrated into the weapons, and have been blessed with the power of the weapons.

"Uncle Zuo, please get up quickly!"

Zhao Qianye shook off his red, swollen and bleeding right hand and said with a smile, "I don't care about my ability. How can I blame you?"

Fortunately, his divine bloodline has now awakened, and his physical and mental strength are much stronger than ordinary people. Otherwise, he would have had to break his right hand with that blow just now.

He stepped forward to help Zuo Sandao up, and asked with seemingly profound meaning: "If Qianye didn't feel wrong, Uncle Zuo should be better at swordsmanship, right?"

During the sparring just now, he could feel that the shadows of fierce moves appearing on the opponent's long sword during several openings and closings were definitely not swordsmanship moves. Although in the world of super gods, martial arts skills are not popular,

But there are also some martial arts idiots.

For example, this man in front of me.