Early the next morning, Kyle had someone send him a set of instructor uniforms from Hellfire Academy.
Shen Yanxiao has a petite figure. Although Kyle has asked someone to get the smallest size for Shen Yanxiao, it is still a bit too big for Shen Yanxiao.
After getting dressed, Shen Yanxiao went to the teaching location in the afternoon.
It was a small martial arts arena. The first batch of students Shen Yanxiao taught was about fifty. Those students came to the martial arts arena early in the morning and were whispering in small groups.
"I heard that the instructor who taught us today is the low-level undead." An undead boy said close to his companion.
"It can't be true, right? Is the dean crazy? He actually found a low-level undead to be a mentor and teach us?" Another undead boy looked surprised. There was no resurrected undead in the entire Hell Fire Academy. Although Hell Fire The academy has a branch that resurrects the undead, but the number of students there is very small, and the ones who teach them are all high-level undead.
This low-level undead came to serve as a tutor, let alone Hellfire Academy. Looking at the entire Howling Abyss, no academy could do it.
"It is said that the low-level undead was recommended by Teacher Kyle. I don't know where he came from."
"Teacher Kyle? Could it be that it was Teacher Kyle who resurrected him? But that was also resurrecting the undead."
"What a joke. We found a low-level undead to teach us pure undead. What did he teach us? Physical skills? The devil knows what this is."
"Forget it, let's just watch the fun. You don't know that those low-level undead usually don't even dare to raise their heads when they see us. If we let that guy teach us, we probably won't wet our pants in fear."
"That's right, haha..."
A group of undead teenagers were waiting in the martial arts arena with the mentality of watching the fun. They did not believe that a low-level undead would be qualified to teach them. As the first batch of students to receive physical training courses, they thought they were here to watch the weird instructor. , no one really wants to learn anything.
After waiting for a while, a group of students were chatting lazily aside.
A petite figure walked in from the entrance of the martial arts arena, and all the students cast searching eyes at the entrance at the same time.
She was an extremely petite low-level undead. Her black outfit seemed too wide on her body. The rolled-up cuffs revealed her slender wrists that she couldn't help but hold. There was a pair of clear and steady eyes on her gray-white face. She is not tall, even every student present is a head taller than her.
Such a petite, low-level undead appeared particularly abrupt among a group of purebred undead teenagers.
A pair of eyes stared at that figure, some with curiosity, some with ridicule, some with contempt, and most of them looked at her with a complicated look.
"That's her!" The undead boy poked his companion and raised his chin.
"Let me go, this kid? Is this guy an adult?"
"You're stupid! Resurrecting an undead will always be how old you were when you were resurrected. Who knows when she was resurrected? She must have been a little kid when she died."
"This brat teaches us taijutsu? Doesn't it mean that taijutsu is a way of fighting that doesn't use death energy? With her little arms and legs, can she fight? I feel like I can break her wrists with one hand Already."
All the students present could not accept the appearance of such a little tutor.