Chapter 23: Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 23
"Yo, when did you get so close to Mu Lin? For Mu Lin's sake, we won't make fun of you."
Those few people returned to their positions with a smile, Feng Jue stared at Mu Lin's gentle smiling face, put away his sword, and went to the last corner of the school to lean against.
Being rejected in person, Mu Lin just gave him a sideways glance.
Ling Qingxuan had given him a lot of books, and Feng Jue had already mastered the knowledge in the academy. For Ling Qingxuan's sake, he didn't leave directly.
Next was the Royal Sword class. Several people went straight to the sword and swayed provocatively in front of Feng Jue, "Feng Jue, have you learned this? Would you like us to teach you?"
There is a special passage in the arena, as long as Yujian can go back and forth at the specified time.
At the end of the first batch, the best grade among them was Mu Lin. Looking at Mu Lin, who was sought after by everyone, Feng Jue fell steadily on the sword. This made the people who laughed at him before for not coming to class stunned and comforted themselves. Feng Jue will only be on the sword, who can't be handsome at the start.
But when Feng Jue got the best result in the second batch, they were negative on the face.
"Feng Jue is definitely cheating, he didn't come to class, how could he!"
"That's right, obviously his qualifications are so poor!"
Several people were unwilling to be compared by him, and they coaxed.
Feng Jue's pure and beautiful face flashed in her mind, and she was full of confidence, "It's not better than it is, and the reason is too much."
Because Mr. Gui was still there, they couldn't even beat Feng Jue, they could only use their eyes to warn him that they would kill him later.
Mu Lin walked up to him holding the sword, "Feng Jue, let's have a match?"
The two of them are both high-class in appearance, but Mu Lin is strong in physique, strong in momentum, and standing together, the contrast is even more obvious.
Everyone around was booing, and Feng Jue agreed, "Okay."
If he wins Mu Lin at this time, then everyone will see his efforts, know that he is not bad, and can win glory for Ling Qingxuan.
The two stood on the take-off line. The match began. Feng Jue gathered his strength and used it quickly. The sword under his feet slipped and he fell directly. Yu Guang saw that the senior brother who had just provoked a smirk, and he quickly put his palm behind his back. .
"Haha, how dare you compare with Mu Lin, it's not like a dog gnawing shit!"
Seeing this change, Mu Lin did not move forward, waiting for him.
Feng Jue took the sword again, "I didn't admit defeat, the game continues."
The two continued the game, but Feng Jue's posture was a little inaccurate because of the fall just now, and he was a lot behind Mu Lin.
At the end of the passage, Mu Lin stopped, "Feng Jue, you Yujian was taught by Elder Ling."
His tone was firm, Feng Jue didn't say a word, gradually approached, and decided to surpass him.
"She is really good." It can make someone with such poor aptitude learn to use the sword in a few days.
Hearing Mu Lin's laughter, Feng Jue felt uncomfortable, he couldn't help but turn his head and said, "She is my master, don't think about it."
Mu Lin approached him in a hurry, "Two months later, in the sword test competition, if I get the top spot, you must give me the position of Elder Ling's disciple."
"You are already the disciple of Elder Tian!" Feng Jue panicked, and the sword under his feet was unstable.
"You don't need to take care of this. Will you agree to this game?"
The Sword Trial Competition is a conference where the disciples within five years of entry will compete together. The rewards will be based on their rankings. Mu Lin has only been in the door for half a month, and he has such ambitions.
"If you get the top spot, I will promise that you will never approach Elder Ling again."