In the midst of an uproar, Chang Liao's shoulders drooped down and changed into a relaxed posture. However, Yu Guang quickly passed the faces of the students in the classroom like a vicious dog chasing his prey, and focused on observing the reactions of high-ranking Lingjue people such as Feng Ya, Qingmu, Huangliang, and Shi Yi, and then looked at Qu Fujiao.

After such a circle, he felt relieved and completely turned his eyes to Xi Huanyan when he saw that they were more surprised and did not have enough respect.

Is this person so impatient to show off?

Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly and he was not ready, otherwise this class would be the beginning of her halo breaking.

He touched the cave world signature on his waist, thought about it and then put down his hand, and felt that it was inappropriate to find someone to make things difficult for Dongjun.

Xi Huanyan had already stood in front of the desk, facing everyone, straightened the white paper on the desk, and pressed it with a ruler.

A group of students suddenly found that she had no books in her hand.

The lecture of the common language is not a conscience. Instead, I blame myself for pushing the person onto the stage temporarily and forgot to let her go back to take the book.

He raised the black cover book in his hand and said, "Come on, my lesson plan is here."

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to."

What a big tone!

No matter how skilled the lecture, she will hold this lesson plan at hand, and occasionally doubled during lectures to avoid mistakes. She wants to give a lecture with empty hands?

If he hadn't decided to let her give a lecture temporarily, he would have thought she would have prepared!

The lecture was still surprised, and the students felt even more like a joke.

It's over. If Dongjun makes a fool of himself on the scene, how can they pretend that nothing has happened? It's urgent!

The eyes were intertwined in the classroom, and suddenly several people with outstanding cultural assessment results felt heavy gazes. When they looked left and right, they were so magically understood the meaning of the people around them, and immediately became tense. Isn’t this a mess? If Dongjun really makes a fool of himself, will they be able to come back?

Qu Fujiao, who was particularly highly anticipated, had his eyelids drooping, recalling what Dongjun did in his past classes. It seemed that he was either sleeping or flipping books or playing with them.

Turning so quickly, it refreshes the wind.

However, she is the Dongjun, and no matter how young she is, she will not do anything wise. She should have confidence to stand up.

Here, the Common Language Lecture Sea waved her hands and stopped her voice, indicating that Xi Huanyan could start. Is it true ability or false confidence? You can tell at a try.

"Flip the book to page 92 and review the content of the previous class..."

The fluent common words are passed to every student's ears, which are both surprising and pleasant, and it seems very good.

Gradually, the atmosphere of being uneasy became richer. Although the general language content has been added to the basic culture, the local language and Eastern Mandarin are still the most familiar with, and only knows some common words and sentences in daily life.

When they arrived in the middle-class classroom, the lectures had much stricter requirements for them, and common language became the class they were most reluctant to face. One was afraid that the lectures were taught in common language, and the other was afraid that they would ask questions by name. No matter how powerful they were, they would become fools when facing strange languages.

I thought that Dongjun would be able to relax when they went up to play, but she actually talked about the taste of the lecture, asked questions and explained the questions without missing anything.

Sitting among the students, he looked through his lesson plan in confusion. Why did he think... Dongjun's lecture style is a bit like himself, and even the content arrangement is the same.

It was like peeking at his lesson plan.

Not only did he steal the lesson plan, but his people!

After careful study, some of her places were a bit like the other lecturers. The more she went to the second half of the class, the stronger the feeling, just like a gathering of lecturers speaking on it, and her momentum was faintly majestic as a role model.

The Common Language Lecture Chair pinched his wrist, and his learning ability was such a terrible way. What a magical student, how could he only discover it now!

Under Xi Huanyan's suppression, the students would be lucky if they didn't ask questions.

The bell rang, the tense atmosphere finally melted, and Xi Huanyan also got the third full mark as she wished, and successfully ended the three courses.

She went to Jintang to have a meal step by step and learned to prepare medicinal materials. When the time was almost over, she held a juice bottle in one hand and a snack box in the other, crossed the long street and went to the martial arts field.

The academy stipulates that those who are weak and unable to train will also get a field, so she has not lacked a combat class for this period of time.

And now she can sense the source power. She wants to use the equipment in the martial arts field to practice control.

After gathering and seeing the teacher, she left the team and went to a remote corner to find a wooden stake.

She didn't rush to beat her, she sat down first, drank the juice, basked in the sun, and sniffed for a while, the source power of her body was like a circle of wind, and the fine grass on the ground fell back and forth.

Just looking closely, the grass leaf meridians were like a mountain range that had been shattered and broke one by one. Not long after, the small pieces of grass around her were all stuck to the place.

After Xi Huanyan realized it, she lowered her head and twisted a soft leaf. She rubbed her fingers gently, and green juice oozed out from the skin.

She didn't control the source power to attack this grass. It should be caused by the attack power itself.

But how should she control it?

Practice?

Putting down the bottle, Xi Huanyan stood up and carefully sensed the existence of the source power. It came from the soul, and it belonged to her and was part of her, so how could she control it?

Instead of talking about control, it is better to understand this part of yourself and accept this part of yourself.

The sun is in full swing and the grass is still weak, and the thin grass has completely lost its vitality and appears dry, as if it has died for a day or two.

Her thoughts touched the source power around her body, and it swung open the circle at a greater frequency.

The breeze blew here, and the leaves of the same grass were blowing in different directions.

Xi Huanyan entered meditation and saw it more clearly. Half of it was hidden deep in her body and half was flaunting her five claws outside. She also opened her hands and tried to merge with it, trying to turn the source power that escaped from her body into her own hands and feet.

Clenched into a fist and suddenly the sound of bean explosion.

It felt like a burst of energy was drilled out of the body, condensed into an exoskeleton, protecting the finger joints.

Xi Huanyan punched her, and a little trace was wiped from the wooden stake made of iron and heavy wood, but there was no pain in her hands.

"This is...power?" comes from her power!

Xi Huanyan felt very novel and used it with one mind. While getting close to his own source power, he carefully wrapped every inch of his skin, punched and kicked, and tested his strengths.

Her actions also attracted the attention of some people, and she looked at Changliao, who was facing Huang Liang calmly in a certain direction.

After a while, Tuobei, who was the top three martial arts students, walked out of the training group.
Chapter completed!