Huo Juxiong could see that the entire class was full of perverts.

In the entire W partition, there were not many people who could cut their swords until they were a little successful, and this slack class actually saw three.

Moreover, the remaining three people had not taken action yet, and they all had a samurai sword in their hands.

It is very likely that all three guys will draw their swords to slash.

Thinking of this, Huo Juxiong no longer challenged recklessly, but pointed at the three people who did not take action: "You three have all achieved a small success, even if you draw your sword?"

Young Master Yuan smiled and said, "Can you know just try?"

As he said that, he was about to come out.

The young master Guo next to him grabbed him: "I'm older than you, it's my turn."

Master Wen jumped out from the two of them: "I'm more handsome than you, I'll come first!"

The two of them naturally didn't respond, so they pulled him back and said, "Old rules!"

Huo Juxiong frowned.

No matter where I went, everyone else was hiding from me.

What a good day today. After coming to this scumbag class, everyone wants to fight with them.

It turns out that everyone treats themselves as human-shaped sandbags!

Damn!

But what is this old rule?

Just as Huo Juxiong was confused, he heard the three people there shouting loudly.

He made various gestures while shouting.

"Get rich in all seasons, six and six great success, eight horses, nine nine series..."

When Huo Juxiong saw this, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Fist-making?!

These guys actually decided who would come first.

It turns out that in their eyes, they are really human-shaped sandbags!

But it doesn't matter. Even if the remaining three guys can draw their swords, I don't believe you, you will all train them to achieve a small success.

As long as Xiaocheng doesn't draw his sword, I have a way to deal with it.

...

Three minutes later, Huo Juxiong lay on the ground, his face pale.

This is the eighth time he has flew backwards today.

He used to fight wherever he went.

After coming to the scrambled class today, I was beaten by these teachers and students.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that most of these students were level 3 quasi-warriors.

However, with his ability to challenge level 5 quasi-warriors, he was so cruel that he didn't even have a chance to take action in front of these guys.

The most important thing is that all these guys have achieved a small success by drawing their swords.

Should I be so perverted?

In the entire W area, hundreds of thousands of warriors can only train them to achieve a small success.

Now, six students in this class have all achieved a small success by drawing their swords.

Is this too exaggerated?

In this case, this teacher's sword-drawing must be stronger.

It is very likely that he has achieved great success!

Oh my God!

Huo Juxiong felt a little dizzy.

In the entire W partition, there are only a dozen people who can cut their swords to achieve success.

Moreover, it is easy to learn and difficult to master if you draw a sword. If you want to practice until you are successful, it requires years of practice and insights in countless battles.

Therefore, most of those who have reached the level of success by drawing their swords are warriors in their forties and fifties, and even in their sixties and seventies.

This teacher looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his sword-drawing has actually reached great success?

Do you dare to exaggerate more?

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Fan said lightly: "Student Hovini, are you convinced?"

"puff……"

Huo Juxiong spurted it out directly.

"My name is Huo Juxiong."

Huo Juxiong snorted coldly.

"Okay, Xiaoxiong. Are you convinced?"

After hearing this, Huo Juxiong secretly complained in his heart: I, Huo Juxiong, have such a mighty and domineering name, and you call it so cutely, is it really good?

But this is much better than calling Winnie directly, so Huo Juxiong no longer struggles with this.

Instead, he stubbornly held his neck, raised his head and said directly: "I don't agree!"

Zhang Fan nodded and said to the others: "Okay, Huo Xiaoxiong is not convinced, so everyone will go one by one and have another round until he accepts it."

Huo Juxiong felt almost crying after hearing this.

"One one by one, another round", why does this sound so evil?

I'm a big man.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it today, wait until I have a rest and come again tomorrow."

Zhang Fan didn't care too much and said, "Since that's the case, let's stop here today. We will go one by one tomorrow until he is convinced."

Wang Dong asked very seriously: "Teacher, what if he is not convinced?"

"Then one round a day."

Zhang Fan naturally sent an answer.

Huo Juxiong felt like he had suffered 10,000 critical hits.

What is "one round every day", is it still a fucking end?

However, Huo Juxiong is also a person who is unwilling to admit defeat.

He is the kind of person born with divine power.

Since becoming a quasi-warrior at the age of 15, he has almost gone to fight wherever he goes.

Today, I was completely in this slack class.

How could he be willing to do this?

He secretly made up his mind that one day he would step on this class.

Let these guys never dare to take my turn again!

Meanwhile, in the Rockets class.

The three students who were beaten up by Huo Juxiong were all standing in front of the head teacher Yu Deliang.

"Teacher, we have found out clearly. That guy is a student who just transferred from the scrambled class."

A student said.

"Later, the head teacher of the shabby class called him away. It is very likely that this was actually what the head teacher Zhang Fan ordered behind his back. Even if he didn't have the instructions, he still indulged the students to beat him."

"Yes. It seems that he also cleaned up the student later, but maybe this is exactly the double act they sang."

Yu Deliang frowned slightly as he listened to the three of them's guess.

"Teacher, if we don't go to their class to find the venue, where will our Rocket Class put the face?"

"Teacher Yu is afraid that we can't beat them? Don't we already have secret martial arts? Winning them is easy."

“Yes, we…”

Just as he was talking about this, Yu Deliang's face was gloomy and interrupted the three of them.

"Shut up! That secret martial art was left in the freshman assessment two months later, and used as the final killer weapon. How could it be exposed so easily?"

After hearing this, the three students shut up.

Yu Deliang continued: "Anyway, don't bother with the slag class in the past two months. In the assessment of freshmen in two months, you can truly become famous in the entire college if you can defeat the slag class in one fell swoop. What is this grievance now compared with that?"

The three students looked at each other and finally nodded: "The teacher has taught me a lesson."

...

At the same time, in the training hall, Zhang Fan had asked the students to put on their helmets, enter the martial arts learning system, and continue to learn to draw the sword.

Zhuge Liang had a deep understanding of the sword drawing, and Zhang Fan asked him to start learning to take a quick step.

Zhuge Liang glanced at Zhang Fan with a little gratitude.

He knew that this step was Mr. Zhang's unique martial arts.

Such body skills are worth nearly ten million.

Such precious body skills can be learned easily by yourself.
Chapter completed!