After another quarter of an hour, an angry man with half-white hair appeared in everyone's sight.
He suddenly came to the front of the two teams, glanced at the first team, moved to the front of the second team, and said, "Introduction, from today on, I am your second team's instructor - Zeng Zhiyuan."
"Teacher Zeng!" Chu Chaoyu and the others bowed respectfully.
Seeing this, the anger on Zeng Zhiyuan's face dissipated a lot. He glanced at Class 1 again and said, "People from Class 2, follow me!"
"yes!"
Ye Feiran and the other eight people looked at Zeng Zhiyuan, always feeling a little weird.
After they walked away, Mu Ge lowered his voice and said, "Why does Master Zeng always glance at us? Have we offended him?"
Ye Feiran and the other seven shook their heads. They didn't know why.
Time passed by minute by second, Ye Feiran and the others waited for another incense stick, but still did not see the shadow of their mentor.
"We haven't seen anyone for so long. Isn't the instructor testing our patience?" Han Xize crossed his arms and touched his chin.
The next moment, Situ Yu slapped him on the shoulder and said seriously, "Shh! Deacon Hu asked us to wait quietly for the instructor. We have to leave a good impression on the instructor."
Han Xize: "..."
Is he shooting himself in the foot?
"puff!"
Hearing this, Ye Feiran and the others couldn't help laughing.
Han Xize's handsome face instantly turned red. He looked at Situ Yu and then at the other friends, feeling a little embarrassed.
At this moment, a bad old man came into their sight. He was holding a wine gourd in one hand and a roasted chicken leg in the other, gnawing with relish.
Ye Feiran and eight others: "!!!"
Could it be that this bad old man is their mentor?
In the extremely complicated mood of the eight people, the old man stopped in front of them, still gnawing on the chicken legs with relish, and after finishing the chicken legs, he took a few sips of wine.
Then, he finally looked at Ye Feiran and the eight others.
The bad old man looked at Ye Feiran and the eight people carefully before saying, "Ahem... please introduce yourselves and tell me your spiritual attributes."
"Yun Chen, three attributes of fire, wood and wind!"
"Jiang Yinghan, with dual attributes of fire and thunder!"
"Nalan Weiran, fire and wind...earth attribute!"
The bad old man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why do you have to stop?"
"Teacher, the disciple's earth attribute was given by others." Nalan Weiran replied truthfully and respectfully.
"Oh?" The old man walked up to Nalan Weiran, put his hand on his Dantian, and probed, "Interesting! You can study it for me in the future, maybe I can also steal other people's attributes."
Nalan Weiran: "..."
Ye Feiran and seven others: "..."
Tutor, are you serious?
The bad old man glanced at them, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "It's just a joke, don't be afraid! You continue."
"Han Xize, dual attributes of fire and earth!"
"Tang Mengtong, three attributes of fire, gold and water!"
"Pastoral, dual attributes of fire and gold!"
"Situ Yu, dual attributes of fire and wood!"
"Ye Feiran has three attributes of fire, wood and ice!"
The bad old man walked up to Ye Feiran, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it really three attributes?"
Ye Feiran rolled his eyes and replied with a smile, "Teacher, we have to keep a low profile!"
When the bad old man asked this question, he obviously knew their situation for a long time.
"Hahaha..." The old man laughed loudly, "That's right, keep a low profile. We all need to be low-key, and we will all keep a low-key profile in the future, you know?"
"Know!"
Although Ye Feiran and the others didn't quite understand what the old man meant, they still responded loudly.
"Ahem... Since you have all introduced yourselves, I will also introduce myself.
Yan is my name. You can call me Teacher Yan or Grandpa Yan from now on. It doesn’t matter anyway.
The three attributes of fire, metal and earth are the pinnacle of Mahayana cultivation."
As soon as the sound fell, there was a sound of gasping all around, and even the air condensed.
Come on, come on, the peak of Mahayana!
On the mainland, as far as they know, there are not many people who are at the pinnacle of Mahayana!
Tsk, tsk, tsk, what kind of bad luck did their first team have? The academy actually sent them a teacher at the pinnacle of Mahayana.
Dean Bai Jianjia seems to be at the pinnacle of Mahayana. They are equivalent to having a dean-level mentor!
Happiness comes too suddenly!
Seeing the reactions of Ye Feiran and the others, Yan Zheng nodded with satisfaction, "I am so powerful as your instructor, so don't embarrass me!
By the way, there is one thing that I must tell you in advance, otherwise I am afraid that you will lack motivation.
I just arrived at the college this morning, do you know where I came from?"
Ye Feiran and eight others shook their heads, they didn't know.
Yan Zheng stroked his beard, casually set up a soundproof barrier, and then said, "I come from the inner courtyard of Tianshen Academy, and I am the elder of the inner courtyard!"
Hearing this, Ye Feiran and the other eight were shocked.
The elders from the inner courtyard actually came to be their mentors, why???
"The reason why I rushed here in such a hurry to be your mentor is naturally because the talents of the eight of you have caught my eye. Otherwise, even if Bai Jianjia and the entire outer courtyard invited me, I would not come." Yan Zheng looked arrogant.
road.
Ye Feiran and the other eight secretly thought to themselves, fortunately our talents caught your eye, senior.
"Ahem..." Yan Zheng coughed lightly and continued, "Getting back to the topic, since I have come all the way to be your mentor, there is naturally more than one reason.
In addition to your talents, I want to train you to become the most powerful team in Tianshen Academy, regardless of the outer academy or the inner academy."
Hearing this, Ye Feiran and the other eight people felt very excited. After all, who doesn't want to become more powerful?
However, can they really become the most powerful team in Tianshen Academy?
Yan Zheng saw the fire in their eyes and kept his composure without asking any questions, so he felt naturally satisfied.
"Ahem...we'll talk about the training later. Have you had breakfast?"
Yan Zheng's topic suddenly changed, and Ye Feiran and the other eight people were obviously stunned.
"No."
So, Yan Zheng withdrew the barrier, waved his hand and said, "Follow me!"
Ye Feiran and the eight others looked at each other in confusion, wondering what kind of medicine Yan Zheng was selling in his gourd.
However, when they smelled the aroma of food, they finally knew.
Yes, Yan Zheng brought them to the dining room of the college, and the dining room of the college only provides food to deacons, tutors, elders and deans, not to disciples.
Ye Feiran looked at Yan Zheng's back, the corners of her lips slightly raised, she suddenly liked this tutor very much, hahaha...
The college's dining room occupies a large area, and there is also a dining hall, but few people eat in the dining hall, and they are always sent there.
Yan Zheng picked a large dining table, motioned for Ye Feiran and the others to sit down, and then went directly to order.
After a while, one after another delicious and delicious meals were served one after another. The meat was the meat of spiritual beasts, the vegetables were spiritual vegetables, and the rice was spiritual rice... In short, everything was made of top quality ingredients.
Han Xize swallowed and lowered his voice, "Instructor Yan, what do you mean?"
"This meal may be the last breakfast." Ye Feiran said nonsense seriously.