Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

Zuo Sandao was an unsmiling uncle. Hearing the young master mention this matter, he just smiled and did not talk about it in depth.

Before coming, he had been asked by his master not to mention too much about martial arts in front of the little guy, lest the little guy go astray.

After all, in the world of super gods, martial arts and moves, compared to the practice of becoming a god, are just trivial things and cannot be put on the stage.

Zhao Qianye saw that Zuo Sandao was unwilling to talk more, and did not embarrass him. He waved him directly to let him go. He also left the training room, asked his servants to bandage his wounds, and took a rest.

John thoughtfully served the young master a glass of warm water and said cautiously: "Master, the content of the school syllabus is to condense illusory weapons. When you practice with real objects in the real world, are you putting the cart before the horse?"

Zhao Qianye took the water glass and drank a few sips. Hearing Uncle John's oblique words of concern for him, he put down the water glass and said with a smile: "Isn't the ultimate goal of virtual practice all for the growth of personal force in the main material world? I am not in that

Instead of spending time on it, why not get straight to the point and point to the essence of what’s wrong?”

John was startled, "Master, wouldn't you lose the competition in the practice test of your syllabus?"

Zhao Qianye smiled confidently, "What's the harm in losing?"

John was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to realize what he was doing and realized the young master's foresight.

The illusory gun practiced in the virtual universe, due to its weight and other reasons, is bound to be two extremes from the real world, or from the real object that will comprehend the priesthood, form the priesthood authority, and be integrated into the weapon in the future.

The personal energy of freshmen is limited, so to this extent, directly focusing on the essence and practicing with real objects can indeed avoid detours.

But isn’t this kind of thing something that only people who have experienced it can understand?

Master, how did he know?

John shook his head with a wry smile, feeling more and more in awe of the young master.

Sudden!

The communicator received a communication briefing from Sunflower Kindergarten.

The general meaning is the announcement made by Li Ruolan before!

Zhao Qianye took the communicator handed over by John. After reading the announcement, he smiled and said: "Our class leader seems to attach great importance to the competition between the two classes!"

He didn't say a word, but he, the class leader, was also a very respectable girl.

When I saw the end of the email, it was almost time for classes to start today.

He took a cold shower, washed away the smelly sweat, entered the auxiliary warehouse, and entered the school in the virtual universe.

9:30 in the morning!

Martial Arts Arena.

The students from Class 2 have been gathering together one after another. When Zhao Qianye entered the martial arts arena, the students' eyes were extremely strange.

"This guy is very brave. He took advantage of our class leader. How dare you come here today?"

"Hey, we'll see what happens later!"

"I guess this bastard Zhao Qianye's buttocks are going to bloom today!"

The students remembered the fear of being dominated by the class teacher yesterday, and every one of them still looks frightened.

"Boss, is your aunt gone?"

Xiaopang remembered the fear of being targeted by the class leader yesterday, and looked at Zhao Qianye with resentful eyes.

Yesterday, the boss saw that the situation was not going well and ran away early, but the class leader took out all his anger on them, especially the other three in their team of four. Even Qin Ruoxi, a good baby, was punished by the teacher. It can be seen that yesterday

Teacher Er is really full of anger.

The students around him were overjoyed when they heard Xiaopang's words.

Zhao Qianye scratched his head in embarrassment.

This is a typical social death scene!

"..."

Everyone was about to diss Zhao Qianye, the naughty boy, when they saw the leader of the class appear at the martial arts arena. His beautiful and delicate face was covered with frost, as if the anger from yesterday had not completely dissipated, and all of them suddenly became well-behaved.

Stand still, not daring to speak, for fear of being found an excuse to punish again.

"Today's syllabus study, pair-wise duel in the morning, and challenge in the afternoon!"

Li Ruolan announced the rules with a cold face, and finally glared at Zhao Qianye, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally and said, "Someone, your aunt is gone?"

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly burst into laughter with these words.

Among them, the little fat one laughed the most, and from time to time he would wink at his best friend and make weird laughs.

Zhao Qianye covered his face, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Soon, the duel between two pairs officially began.

Although Li Ruolan was still angry, she was not showing off her temper. Instead, she was giving her students professional knowledge and asking them to take advantage of these two days to practice their martial arts, so that they would not encounter Class 1 the day after tomorrow and lose her temper.

Go to the whole school.

In a blink of an eye, it was already after lunch and afternoon class time.

The students sat around the center of the martial arts field, leaving a large open space in the middle.

"Zhao Qianye, come out!"

Li Ruolan stood in the middle of the field, looking at the crowd with beautiful eyes. Zhao Qianye, who had endured the bad temper all morning, finally had a chance to vent. His plump and moist red lips were slightly raised, revealing a naughty smile.

Xiaopang Hehe Zhile, mouthing "Boss, take care" to Zhao Qianye.

Zhao Qianye covered her face, not wanting to go out, but being stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, she couldn't help herself, so she reluctantly walked out of the crowd.

"Your martial arts skills were superb yesterday. Today's sparring task falls on you. Do you have any objections?" Li Ruolan asked hypocritically.

"Teacher, can I refuse?"

Zhao Qianye tested.

"hehe!"

A dangerous light appeared in Li Ruolan's beautiful eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Zhao Qianye stopped hiding and simply showed his cards to everyone: "Okay, who made me have the excellent character of being willing to help others? I will reluctantly do it this afternoon and test your homework for the teacher!"

"Shh!"

The classmates burst into laughter and booed loudly.

If someone else had said this, the custody would have moved everyone to tears, but remembering the stupid reasons that Zhao Qianye came up with yesterday to escape the sanctions from the squad leader, it would be really weird if they believed this thief.

Already.

Li Ruolan's face, which had been deliberately stern all this time, suddenly couldn't hold back and almost laughed out loud.

"I'll challenge you!"

Zhang Chao had ignored Zhao Qianye for a long time, and when he saw the opportunity to teach him a lesson, he immediately got up and walked to the battlefield.

"Come on, boss, beat this thief!"

When Xiaopang saw Zhang Chao, who had always been at odds with them, he immediately shouted, "Come on."

A light flashed from the corner of Zhao Qianye's eyes, and he waved his hand pretending to be polite, "Please!"

The words have fallen!

He stirred up his mental power, and in the blink of an eye, a majestic Fang Tian painted halberd appeared in his hand.

"good!"

"Senior is great!"

Zhao Qianye's hand concentrated the speed of the weapon, which shocked everyone, and they all started shouting.

Zhang Chao took the opportunity to gather his weapons, but he was a little nervous as dozens of people stared at him. It was obviously more difficult to practice with him below.

There were several times when the mental fluctuations were so great that the condensed weapons almost collapsed on the spot.

five minutes later!

Zhang Chao could barely hold on to the long sword in his hand.

But just then!

Zhao Qianye, who was impatient to wait, grasped the iron rod tightly, placed the crescent-shaped spear tip on the ground, and rushed towards Zhang Chao while moving at high speed.