waste…
This term is a name that most students do not want to bear.
Especially the students of Nantao College, who were so ashamed at this moment that they didn't dare to cry out in pain.
The young faces were distorted ferociously due to enduring the severe pain.
There are one hundred and two hundred of them, no match for four instructors.
They are also ashamed.
Feeling ashamed.
Especially listening to Onimu's reprimand, they felt more and more that all this happened because of them.
They are students of the Second Academy.
But in the hands of the instructors, it cannot exceed the time of half a stick of incense...
Onimu's words kept echoing in his ears.
Their hearts also gradually sank.
It was as if a huge stone was oppressing their hearts.
The training ground was silent.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to refute Onimu's words.
Such a reaction made Onimu feel even more depressed.
His cold eyes swept over the students below, and finally settled on Ye Qingluo.
Immediately, she shook off Zou Mo's hand, turned around and prepared to leave.
Zou Mojunyi's brows were frowned, and he hurried to catch up, trying to pull Guiwu.
Onimu's footsteps became faster instead.
"Master Onimu, wait a moment."
At this moment, a clear voice was extremely loud in this silent atmosphere.
Immediately, I saw a girl with a stunning appearance in a blue and white courtyard uniform, walking slowly out of the crowd.
"Ye Qingluo!" Zi Qianqian shouted, wanting to step forward and pull Ye Qingluo back.
But helplessly, Ye Qingluo had already gone far.
Zi Qianqian had no choice but to withdraw her hand and clenched her fist angrily.
Onimu paused.
He turned his head and met Zou Mo's eyes.
Then they looked in the direction of Ye Qingluo at the same time.
Ye Qingluo walked slowly, with an elegant posture, not in a hurry.
She was not going towards Onimu and Zou Mo.
Instead, he walked in the direction of the students who were blown out of Nantao College outside the crowd.
All around, everything is silent.
Only the sound of Ye Qingluo walking slowly can be heard.
But originally, Onimu, who was full of anger and disdain for sarcasm, stood still and did not accuse Ye Qingluo of being unreasonable.
Ye Qingluo walked to Mo Hanshang's side, bent down, and helped him up: "Where does it hurt?"
Mo Hanshang was startled by Ye Qingluo's behavior.
He was startled, recovered, shook his head in a panic and said: "I'm fine, you...you..."
"The instructors have mastered their strength and skills very well. It's just some skin trauma. Take a rest tonight, and you should be fine tomorrow." Ye Qingluo checked Mo Hanshang's injuries on his own.
When Ye Qingluo's hand touched his body.
Mo Hanshang's expression tightened, he pushed Ye Qingluo away in a panic, and took a few steps back: "I'm really fine."
Ye Qingluo's hand froze in the air.
She squinted her eyes, glanced at Mo Hanshang's chest with interest, then looked away, and took her hand back calmly.
She turned around, turned her head, and looked at the two teenagers on the main stage who were looking at her.
"Master Onimu, I have a few things I want to refute."
Ye Qingluo's voice was elegant, and there was a hint of a faint smile.
The sparkling brilliance flowing between the charming eyes is like a blooming sensual rose.
The students of the major colleges gasped.
What do you want to do this night
How dare you refute Master Onimusu's words
Really think... I am a famous person, want to challenge Master Onimu
Master Guiwu will definitely teach this ignorant person a lesson!