Zuo Heng was shocked and said: "Qiyue, you...!"
Wu Qiyue stared at him coldly, and said, "What do you want to do?"
Zuo Heng put away the murderous intent in his eyes, and said: "I just want to teach this idiot who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth... classmate!"
Qin Zhen also reacted and shouted angrily: "What are you? How can you teach my students!"
The expression on Zuo Heng's face changed, knowing that with Wu Qiyue and Qin Zhen intervening, it was impossible for him to make a move, so he smiled eccentrically and said: "Okay, let this classmate live for a while first. After being expelled from the academy, my young master Talk to him again."
Yang Qingxuan squinted at him, without concealing the contempt in his eyes, as if to say: Who is free to talk to you
Zuo Heng's angry face turned purple, his fists trembled slightly, and the vulture's eyes seemed to be responding: No one can save you in the sky and on the earth!
Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly. He had seen many arrogant people like this all over the world, but they all became docile later on.
Qin Zhen showed a worried look on his face, and said, "Yang Qingxuan, you've been assessed."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and walked onto the ring.
Suddenly there was a commotion all around, and a large number of students gathered from a distance, all of them were from the fourth class next door, and their class teacher Yu Liang.
"It's the students from Class 4, what are they doing here?"
There was a sudden commotion in the class. The two classes had many conflicts on weekdays, so they knew that the visitor was not kind, and they all cast hostile eyes.
"Everyone, don't be nervous."
Yu Liang, the teacher in charge of Class 4, chuckled twice, and said, "My exams are almost done, let everyone take a break, and take the opportunity to bring the students over to observe the exams of Class 3."
Yu Liang's eyes fell on Wu Qiyue and Zuo Heng, and he was also quite surprised, but the strange look disappeared in a flash, he turned around and said with a smile: "Everyone must open your eyes and take a good look at the students taught by Teacher Qin Zhen. Excellent. We have to recognize the gap between each other, and go back to practice after reading it, you know?"
"Know!"
There was loud laughter in the fourth class, and countless playful eyes fell on Yang Qingxuan.
The three classes of students are filled with righteous indignation, this is purely to see their embarrassment.
Qin Zhen said with a gloomy face, "If you want to study, let's draw the line. Whether it's teacher to teacher, or student to student, make gestures."
Yu Liang said with a smile: "Teacher Qin Zhen misunderstood, our fourth class is purely learning attitude to observe. The third class is famous in the college, and the grades are outstanding. Maybe there will be an excellent result in the assessment, breaking the record." What about the historical record?"
He glanced at Yang Qingxuan intentionally or unintentionally.
"Haha, yes, we are here to see the historical records!"
The students in class four burst into laughter, and all kinds of ugly words fell into Yang Qingxuan's ears. But he was still expressionless, his eyes were as deep as the sea, without a single ripple.
Qin Zhen was furious in his heart, but when he glanced at Yang Qingxuan, he couldn't help being surprised. Seeing his calm and composed appearance, doubts arose in his heart, and the anger dissipated.
A strange color flashed in Wu Qiyue's beautiful eyes, and a ray of red light flashed across her eyes, condensing into an imperceptible thin circle, but then disappeared.
Qin Zhen snorted coldly, ignored it, looked at Yang Qingxuan, and said: "There are two methods of assessment. One is to hit the thunder drum with all your strength. As long as you can shake out seven thunder sounds, it proves that the physical body is tyrannical. Cultivation of warriors is qualified. The second is to sense the 'martial soul stone', which can test the potential of your martial soul."
A member of the fourth class yelled strangely: "The premise is - you have to have the potential of a martial soul."
"Hahaha!"
The rest of the people immediately followed suit, and the students in the three classes glared at each other. The brothers stood against the wall to resist their insults, but at the same time they blamed Yang Qingxuan for being too embarrassing, embarrassing the entire class.
Qin Zhen ignored the taunts, and said calmly: "I know that Yang Zhao has been looking for the elixir to cleanse your I Ching marrow for several years, so that your energy will slowly improve. But I don't know if you have reached the level of seven drums. To the point of sound, you should hit with all your strength. No matter what the result is, you can make yourself regretless."
Yang Qingxuan looked around and saw a lacquered red drum with a height of half a person on the ring, made of the skin of the Leiyin beast. Slap it hard with your palm, you can shake out thunderous sounds, and measure your strength.
The side in front of me is the lowest-level Leiyin drum, and at most ten Leiyin drums can be tested, but this is enough. Because ten thunder sounds are already the standard for a yellow scarf warrior.
On the other side is an irregular elliptical spar, which is transparent and visible, with gentle power slowly overflowing from it.
As we all know, warriors are divided into two types: those who refine their bodies can be powerful warriors, and those who can refine their energy can condense their martial souls.
When wrestlers reach the realm of yellow-turban wrestlers, they will be able to open mountains and crack rocks, and be named princes and generals.
But the journey of a strong man will eventually come to an end, but the journey of condensing the spirit of refining qi will never end!
Yang Qingxuan walked up to the Leiyin Drum and touched the surface of the war drum. Just touching his palms together, he could feel a strong force coming out.
"Hurry up, fight, we are still waiting to break the record!" There were loud noises from all around.
Yu Liang also said with a smile: "Students in Class 4, keep your eyes open and look carefully. Look at the outstanding students taught by Teacher Qin Zhen."
Yang Qingxuan ignored the ridicule around him, and after stroking the thunder drum for a while, he put down his hands and walked straight to the Wuhun stone.
"What is this idiot doing? Does he want to test the potential of the martial soul?"
"Haha, he's crazy. If you don't have the potential of a martial soul before the age of fifteen, you won't have it in your life. He even hopes that he has a martial soul."
"Oh, it's probably because I'm too nervous, and I'm suffering from dementia again."
"Hahaha!"
Everyone was waiting to see his jokes, and even many students in the third class sighed.
Qin Zhen frowned and shouted, "Yang Qingxuan..."
The dean had personally tested Yang Qingxuan's symptoms. It was because the soul was incomplete, which resulted in damage to the mind and talent, and it was absolutely impossible to condense the martial soul.
So both Grandpa Yang Qingxuan and the dean meant to let him follow the path of wrestlers. If you can cultivate to the Yellow Turban Warriors, you can also be named a Marquis and a Prime Minister, and you will have your own foothold in the Cangnan Kingdom.
Yang Qingxuan said: "Teacher, I want to try."
Qin Zhen was taken aback for a moment, the "teacher" was very kind. He keenly caught a trace of strangeness, it seemed that Yang Qingxuan was a little different from before, and said: "Alright, try it."
Yang Qingxuan stretched out his hand and put it on the Wuhun stone. It has a warm touch and is very comfortable to touch.
"Puchi!"
Immediately someone burst into laughter, "Looking at that serious look, it seems that he really has a martial soul, hahaha, I laughed so hard."
"Hahaha."
The students in Class 4 followed suit and laughed, "Today is really an eye-opener. The students taught by Mr. Qin Zhen are really extraordinary."
"That's right, maybe there will be a martial spirit coming out later! Let's keep our eyes open and watch carefully, hahaha!"
Zuo Heng also sneered, and sarcastically said: "This silly classmate is very humorous." The undisguised contempt in his eyes showed an unparalleled sense of superiority.
He deliberately put the word "classmate" extremely heavy, and looked greedily at Wu Qiyue's beautiful face. Seeing that she didn't listen to him at all, but watched Yang Qingxuan's test seriously, she couldn't help but get angry again.
Zuo Heng thought to himself: "I'm so good, yet you turn a deaf ear to me. This idiot is rubbish to the extreme, and you care so much. Hmph, if that's the case, I will give him an unforgettable memory when he gets fired later. lesson. As your price for ignoring me."
All of a sudden, a student's eyelids twitched, and a scream pierced the sky, "Oh my God! Look, it's the light of the Martial Soul!"
(end of this chapter)