(Revised, the story changes completely, more exciting, I hope to support it)

The Continent of Fengshen is vast and boundless, and no one knows how big it is.

Since the end of the Battle of the Gods, the gods disappeared and the miracles were not revealed. The continent that was beaten to pieces gradually evolved into five parts: the Southern Wilderness, the North Yuan, the East Province, the West Desert, the Central Sea, and beyond the continent are endless seas.

The northern border of the Southern Desert is close to the Central Sea, and is often invaded by the alien races of the Central Sea. However, they come in large numbers every time and return in failure, creating the supreme reputation of the Seminary Academy.

Fengshen Academy has a long history, a profound foundation, and a large number of talents. Every year, a large number of students graduate, all of whom are leaders, overlords, or established powerful kingdoms, or famous all over the world.

People in the southern and northern borders are all proud to be admitted to Fengshen Academy. However, Fengshen Academy is extremely strict in the assessment, regardless of wealth or honor, ignores power and only regards qualifications, which makes countless wealthy and noble children feel sad and leave in despair, and allows countless poor families to attain enlightenment.

The southern desert is vast and the northern border is vast and the kingdoms are numerous. Only Fengshen Academy transcends the territory and becomes the supreme overlord. It stands among the mountains in the central northern border. Fengshen Mountain is like a long sword holding the sky, piercing the sky.

There are nearly 100,000 students from Fengshen Academy, and are divided into six levels: outer students, inner students, senior students, elite students, king students, and saints.

The outer sect students are just the Dharma servants and warriors who have just started, the inner sect students are the Dharma warriors, and the senior sects must reach the level of a martial arts master. The elite sects have reached the peak of the master and become the half-step king. Each of the kings is the only Dharma King and Martial King, and the worst saints are the half-step sects.

If you can pass the selection of the Seminary Academy and become a student, you will have good qualifications. At the worst, you will be promoted to a wizard warrior in just three years and become an inner sect student. You will definitely become a senior student within ten years.

However, among the tens of thousands of outer sects, there is one who is quite unique. It has been ten years since the spiritual energy, refined into a trace of spiritual power, and become a warrior in the early stage.

It has made countless people famous in ten years and also made his reputation - the No. 1 waste in history in the Seminary of Fengshen Academy.

It is logical that such an unqualified person cannot enter the Fengshen Academy, which is respected as the holy place of cultivation, but he stayed for ten years and no elder expelled him.

Slowly, news leaked out. It is said that he was brought back by the dean of the Fengshen Academy. Everyone was relieved and even more confused, and then they understood what was going on.

It turns out that his surname is Alas!

Aras, this unique surname, only one family can enjoy this surname in the vast northern border land. The former demon-slaughtering family - Aras family.

Once upon a time, the Aras family was intimidating the Southern Wilderness and was even a super giant in the northern border. Even the Fengshen Academy had to respect him three points.

Once upon a time, the Aras family had been passed down for thousands of years, with many talents in the clan, and many powerful Emperors. At its peak, there were thirty-year-old emperors, and the eight emperors were still in charge twenty years ago.

Once upon a time, the Aras family guarded the southern deserts and northern borders, slaughtered countless demons, and all the people in the demonic way they killed were frightened. The entire northern border was a Qing Dynasty, and the magic traces were not revealed.

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However, all the glory and glory are the past, and the supreme majesty of the Aras family became the past twenty years ago.

Such a prominent life experience, although it belongs to the past, still shocked his unique reputation. The title of Fengshen Academy as the most void in history has been completely confirmed, and even caused dissatisfaction among the elders. He was expelled to avoid embarrassing the academy.

At the foot of Fengshen Mountain, a row of staggered courtyards with elegant environments are located in the shade of green. These are the dormitories of students from the outer school of Fengshen Academy.

In a corner of such a beautiful and clean courtyard, there is a very conspicuous wooden shed like a doghouse. One side of the small wooden shed is against the wall, with branches on both sides piled side by side, with several banana leaves on it, and a wooden board that is about to rot and emits moldy air as the door.

In the small wooden shed, there were only a few broken brooms with only a few thin bamboo branches. In the dim wooden shed, there was a thin, pale-faced and thin boy lying on the broken bed.

A morning breeze blew, and the small wooden shed made a whimpering sound. Only a piece of worn-out linen cloth was covered with only half of the body. The body shrank into a ball and shook slightly, and a squeaking sound sounded in the shed.

Bang--

The worn and decaying wooden door fell to the ground with a few squeaks, falling into pieces, completely completing its mission. A strong wind blew away the broken linen, and the cold made the boy's body tighter.

"Waste, waste, get up and work!"

"Hmph, why don't you freeze him to death, so as not to defile the title of our Seminary Academy. A few days ago, my father asked me if there was a student named Gufeng Aras in our college, and he was so embarrassed that he threw it home."

"That's right, the unselected wastes at home always mention him in front of me, the number one waste in the history of the Seminary Academy, and humming made me feel particularly embarrassed. I really want to kill him!"

"If it were me, I would have to die by hitting the south wall, so as not to be embarrassed. Fortunately, the Aras family was destroyed, otherwise if their ancestors of the Martial Emperor knew that there were such a descendant who was more useless than waste, would they slapped him to death with a slap?"

"Then you have to ask. If I have such a grandson, I will not only kill him, but also kill his parents together. It would be much better to give birth to such a trash that is even more evil than a genius!"

"Shut up, don't insult my parents!"

A loud shout shocked the outer sect students who were chatting endlessly, and their eyes were on the boy sitting up from the bed. Looking at the angry face, the outer sect students looked at each other and then laughed.

"Did I hear it wrong? The softie actually got angry and told us to shut up?"

"Haha, I really thought he was a mute."

"The waste is actually angry. What a miracle! He dared to yell at us and let us shut up. What do you think of me?" An outer student smiled gloomyly, looked at the few people, shouted, "Take it."

Bang bang bang bang bang, a few people rushed up, you kicked me and punched me, and the small wooden shed collapsed instantly, and the branches turned into powder under their fists and feet. Even if there was a broken bed, it would be impossible to escape the bad luck.

Swhoo, a Dharma servant muttered something, and with a wave of his right hand, a small fireball fell on the branch, igniting a raging fire. Several people looked at each other and left with a smile, leaving only the boy facing the crackling fire.

The flames were leaping in the eyes like an elf. The young Gu Feng clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails almost buckled into the flesh, gritting his teeth, and there was no tears in his bright eyes, and some were endless humiliation and unwillingness.

"Waste, waste, I'm not a waste, no, no-"

Kneeling on the ground with a thud, the boy raised his head and roared, hating, he hated, it was not someone else, but himself, hating himself for being incompetent, hating himself for being a "trash".

It has been ten years since he came to Fengshen Academy ten years ago, he has been practicing hard and meditating hard, and vowed to become a strong man like his grandfather and never let down his expectations.

However, for ten years, he still couldn't feel the existence of magic elements. As an elf human race, he was born close to nature and magic, but he didn't even feel the elements, let alone use spells, and even the simplest small fireball technique.

Reluctantly lowering his head, Gu Feng stood up slowly, found the broom with only a few bare branches from the ashes, and walked out of the courtyard with a hunched body.

As an outer student of Fengshen Academy, his job is to clean and sanitate like a mate, chop firewood, carry water, and do miscellaneous work, otherwise he would have to go hungry.

Bang-

A whip whipped on his body, Gu Feng let out a muffled groan, but he ignored it. He lowered his head and continued to walk forward, and picked up a half-baked night from the side and walked to the pot.

"You are here, isn't it really the time? I just poured out the porridge. If you want to drink it, you won't be in the wooden barrel with pig food."

A man in gray clothes hugged his arms, looked at him jokingly, and snorted coldly: "I dare to offend Mr. Zhao. I really don't know if you have a stinky piece of shit in your head and are looking for death."

Gu Feng stopped biting the black steamed bun's mouth, and the well-dressed figure appeared in his mind. He continued to walk forward. He was tripped down and fell to the ground without any warning. The black steamed bun that he had bitten a few bites rolled to the ground.

Lying on the ground, he stretched out his hand, and just grabbed the black steamed bun, he stepped on it with his big foot. After a few times, the piercing pain made him look pale and sweating coldly. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the fierce boy.

"Hmph, Fengshen Academy is not only raising pigs but also trash. You are not worthy of eating steamed buns! Why don't you accept it? I heard that you became a warrior not long ago. I challenge you now!"

With a click, his outstretched arm broke. Gu Feng let out a muffled groan, gritted his teeth tightly, lowered his head and felt full of hatred. He hated Zhao Wuji and even more cruel to his trash.

"Well. I have some backbone. I told you not to shout, but I told you not to shout! You shout, shout loudly. If the crazy woman calls me, you will have a backer. You shout--"

The fierce boy kicked him hard, shouting and scolding while kicking. His silent voice made the boy even more angry and kicked him wildly.

"Li, Brother Li, he seems to be out of breath!"

The fierce boy was startled, and his face changed. He immediately regained his expression and kicked him hard, shouting: "Hmph, pretend to be dead, just pretend, come to settle the score with you tomorrow, let's go!"

A group of servants laughed and left. No one greeted the boys lying on the ground. They walked past him one by one without even looking at him.
Chapter completed!