As the dean and Huang Lin left with Fang Xingjian, in an instant, only a few people were left in the entire arena.

Barbara still stared blankly at the direction of the ring, still unable to believe what had just happened.

She suddenly said with a sinister look on her face: "How is it possible? Why, why is the little person like Fang Xingjian who came out of the gutter, he actually...he can actually become the Storm Sword Master! Why!"

"No reason." Ferdinand, who was standing beside him, snorted coldly: "Barbara, be awake. Fang Xingjian is no longer something we can mess with."

"What?" Barbara turned his head and stared at Ferdinand and said, "Coward, do you just want to surrender like this? Isn't it just Storm Swordsman? Even if he is a god-level powerhouse, he has not become a god-level powerhouse. As long as he can make our Feiyang Academy and the elders of your noble-level academy..."

"Shut up, idiot, do you want to kill your elder? Do you have a pig brain like that old lady Rebecca?" Ferdinand said coldly: "Fang Xingjian is already a Storm Sword Master. This kind of genius who has changed his profession is no longer something that our families can intervene. That is the business of the big people in the center of the imperial capital.

Don’t try to encourage me to do it. I tell you, you’d better not ask your elders to do it. You are not venting your anger, you are trying to kill them.

Just one Huang Lin can make you students Fei Yang uneasy.”

After saying that, Ferdinand turned around and left, leaving only Barbara's face with a blue and white look, and finally she could only stomp her feet and leave.

...

Fang Xingjian and Huang Lin followed him to the dean's office. As soon as they entered, Huang Lin said straight to the point: "No need to say more, other instructors are useless. Next, I will personally guide the cultivation of Xingjian every day. You just need to approve me to use the school's resources casually.

Also, you can report the matter of the imperial divine weapon as soon as possible. I want to match the Star Sword before this year's actual combat assessment."

As he said that, Huang Lin looked at Fang Xingjian beside him and asked, "What else do you have to ask for? Just ask for it directly. Don't be afraid, the dean values ​​you very much."

The dean shook his head bitterly, looked at Fang Xingjian and said, "Xingjian, don't worry, your next practice will be the key project of the entire college. As long as you can get good results in future interstate selection, I will give you whatever you want."

Fang Xingjian blinked his eyes and suddenly thought of the potions that Huang Lin gave him last night, saying, "Can the academy give me the medicinal food that can increase potential, or genius treasures, can the academy give me a bucket every day."

Huang Lin's eyes were smiling, the dean's body shook, his face looked a little ugly, but he still said, "Do you know how much it costs to spend a bucket of such a treasure every day? Even the great nobles in the imperial capital cannot use a bucket every day.

In this way, for your breakfast every day, I will ask you to bring you the awakening porridge made from the essence and blood of 99 kinds of violent animals, which can increase your potential by at least 500 every day."

Fang Xingjian laughed, but he continued, "I want a good weapon." He pulled out the long sword in his hand, which was covered with scratches and gaps: "My own sword is no longer good."

"You go to the arsenal to pick the sword. By the way, you don't know about the imperial divine weapons yet. I will report to the royal weapon warehouse. At that time, they will help you design the divine weapons according to your requirements." The dean smiled and said, "Don't worry, the imperial divine weapons are weapons that you can use in your entire life."

Fang Xingjian nodded: "That way to kill?"

"Don't worry." The dean waved his hand and said, "You can choose the twenty-six secret techniques of killing inherited by the Royal Academy of Cost."

...

On the other hand, in just a few hours, the news of Fang Xingjian successfully turned the storm swordsmanship had spread throughout every corner of Cost like a gust of wind.

In the college’s family building, Fang Xingjian, who was once the third level of invigilator in the district, was about to retire this year, pushed open the door and walked in with a gloomy face.

As soon as he entered the house, his wife came up and said, "Old man, let me tell you something. Hailonger has already changed to level 19 and has also mastered the expertise of three-headed, six-armed and high-speed regeneration. He will be able to compete for the state election next year.

I think he has a good relationship with our Li'er, and I think you should not object."

Li'er blushed on the side. Although she was shy, she still whispered: "Dad, Brother Hailonger is handsome and has a good person. Now he still has the possibility of making an impact on the state selection, which is really good."

"Hailonger?" The old white-haired man frowned and suddenly asked, "I asked you to get close to Fang Xingjian last time, why didn't you go?"

"Dad!" Li'er frowned and said unhappily: "The Fang Xingjian is a poor boy from the countryside. He is ugly and dirty. How could he be as gentle and considerate as Brother Longer in Shanghai?

And isn’t it said that he has failed to change his job by challenging the Storm Sword Master’s job? Such a mediocre talent is not even one-tenth of Brother Hailonger.”

"Yes, old man." The woman next to her said, "Fortunately we didn't listen to you. If Li'er really wanted to follow the Fang Xingjian, wouldn't she suffer all the hardships in the future?

A person who can't change his job doesn't know what you value. Li'er was raised since childhood, so I don't allow him to suffer with other stinky men."

"Terror...scared?" The old man with white beard sighed: "You guys, you are so blind. Fang Xingjian has been successfully transferred to the Storm Sword Master. He has just defeated Konitz."

"What? How is it possible?" the woman exclaimed, with a burning look on her face: "His he really became a Storm Sword Master?"

The old white-bearded man said coldly: "That's right, let alone Hailonger. That kid will only be able to turn 19 if he has to die. How can he have a level 20 level 2? How can he be so easy to get to the level 2? In a few years, he will not be worthy of carrying shoes to Fang Xingjian."

"I don't believe it." Princess Li'er, who was spoiled since childhood, yelled: "Brother Hailonger is the most powerful. What is the Storm Swordsman? Brother Hailonger will definitely teach him a lesson in the state election. After the interstate selection, he will become a title knight to propose to me."

The old man with white beard blew in anger: "You, see what you spoiled your daughter."

...

Speaking of the Sword Hall, Ogden, wearing the armor of the ward, walked in and saw the apprentices passing by, greeting him. He enjoyed it very much that everyone respected him and admired his eyes.

However, after failing to choose the district, his family could no longer afford his daily expenses and tuition, so he could only find a job. Fortunately, he entered the top 100 ranking in the district, so he could find a job in the garage center.

If you continue to work hard like Jack and work hard every year, you may be able to successfully pass the district election seven or eight years later.

Of course, if he fails to work hard and is tempted by various materials in the world, he may be able to stand still at level 0 to 9 in his life.

Hearing that the apprentices in the yard were still boasting about Fang Xingjian's district election, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Your news is out of date, Fang Xingjian is no longer able to do it."

"No? How is that possible?" A ten-year-old apprentice shouted: "Senior Brother Xingjian is the leader of the district and is the first in this year."

"Yes, that's Qu Guan, how could it not be done?"

"We will also like him in the future, join the basic swordsmanship, participate in the district election, and win the district championship."

Ogden smiled and said, "You are still too young, so what if you win the district championship? Let me tell you, the savings of those nobles over a hundred and a thousand years are completely beyond your imagination.

Do you know that district elections are just the beginning, and the transfer of positions after district elections is the criterion for distinguishing each person’s future.

The Tracia's Konitz completed the transfer in ten days. Fang Xingjian failed to make a transfer after three months of preparation.

This is the difference between the background and family background.
Chapter completed!