This was an honest and hard-working disciple, and he couldn’t lie even if he wanted to. Although his strength was a little lower, she couldn’t believe that he really had such talent in cultivating the spiritual herbs. If possible, he should be well-trained in the future.

Thinking of this, Ximen Qianxue’s eyes fell on Ding Hao instead.

“Ding Hao, do you also cheat?” In Ximen Qianxue’s tone, there was a taste of “being angry with Ding Hao since he failed to live up to her expectation”.

All disciples in the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts could see that the beautiful and elegant teacher Ximen Qianxue had a special concern for Ding Hao. Some of them had even begun to guess that Ding Hao was so attractive that both ladies and girls, even his female teacher had been captivated by him?

In the face of criticism, Ding Hao had to stand up in an embarrassing manner with a low eyebrow.

The disciples laughed again.

As a matter of fact, for a long time what Ding Hao impressed those disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts was not the image of a genius master who was high above others and was beyond others’ reach, but who had the confidence of being approachable and was like a brother around. At this time, seeing Ding Hao look embarrassed, all of them did not look down upon him. Instead, they felt that such a Senior Brother Ding was a real flesh and blood person and a living friend beside them, not a cold idol.

However, just then.

A voice full of irony and ridicule passed from behind prickly—

“Hey, this is the so-called nominal disciple who won the champion in the five academies competition? Incredibly he even cheated in planting a pot of the Blood Coagulation Grass, how did this mean guy with moral corruption sneak into the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect? What a shame!”

He rebuked all disciples by saying this.

In a surprise, the crowd glowered and looked uniformly toward the rear where the voice was from.

Nobody knew when there appeared three or four figures of arrogance at the back door of the classroom.

These people were 14 or 15 years old, and they should be at the nominal disciple’s age, but their clothes showed that they were neither from the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts nor none of other four academies. They were wearing very casually.

Four men’s Qi was fluctuating in an extremely strong manner with a disdainful air. Looking at disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts, it seemed that the Emperor high up in the air was looking at a group of beggars.

Their head was a teenager of 14 years old, slender and very handsome. He had sword-shaped eyebrows inclined into temples, ape shoulder with wasp waist, slender arms, special-shaped and sabers hanging in left and right waists, one for each side, and each handle was dotted with a small golden bell.

As he walked step by step, the golden bell made a clear jingling sound, with a very strange rhythm, like a ringing in the hearts of all people, driving the hearts of all people beat together.

Among the disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts, some people with weaker strength turned pale immediately.

This was obviously a kind of extremely domineering cultivation skill such as the sound wave.

“Hum!”

Ding Hao hummed coldly.

His hum contained the strength of the Five-Apertured Martial Disciple Realm, mingled with the Qi shock spreading out.

The bell rhythm was immediately disturbed, losing the demagogic charm.

Many people exclaimed and just then they came to their senses. Unexpectedly Ding Hao and others got fooled so that they were almost wounded by the rhythm of the golden bell. This was a terrible secret skill of the sound wave. Who were these four people?

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“Yuan Tiangang, what are you doing here?” Ding Hao slowly walked out of his seat.

Four teenagers were all bloodline warriors, and they belonged to the top 20 in the master list of noble disciples whose names had been covered. Since entering the sect, they were above all ordinary nominal disciples. The head was Yuan Tiangang, who had a conflict with Ding Hao in the 7th ladder area a few days ago. Yuan Tiangang was accompanied by the teenager with a mole, Wang Yong and others.

“Do what? Of course, I come to see you.” Wang Yong’s black mole twitched and he said with a forced smile.

“We are in class. Get out of here immediately.” Ding Hao looked bad. And this group of people was not well-behaved, obviously, they came to make trouble. Ding Hao would not be kind at all to them.

Yuan Tiangang turned a deaf ear to Ding Hao’s warning.

His eyes swept over Ding Hao and turned to Ximen Qianxue standing on the podium. Suddenly a stunning look surged in him and very soon his look turned into a sense of strong possessiveness of the naked lady. Such an expression just flashed in his narrow eyes, but it was caught by Ding Hao.

“Oh, I can’t imagine that a group of ordinary disciples has such a beautiful and elegant teacher.” Yuan Tiangang shook his head and smiled softly, “What is your name, Madam? I suppose you are tired of facing this group of stupid and lowly trash every day.”

Such words immediately aroused the anger of disciples in the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts and they immediately rose to their full height and smote the table.

“What did you say?”

“Where did you get your arrogance?”

“Who are you? A face of debauchery is also worthy of talking to our teacher Ximen Qianxue.”

Young courage and uprightness were aroused, and they stood up one by one, glaring at Yuan Tiangang and his fellows. They surrounded them.

“It’s pathetic that a group of local chickens, facing the phoenix, want to play the game of winning by relying on many.” Yuan Tiangang was so disdainful that he did not take Ding Hao and other disciples seriously. He still fixed his eyes on Ximen Qianxue with an expression full of naked possessiveness. He was a very direct guy driven by sexual passion and he did not like hiding his feeling at all.

“We are having class, now, please… go out!”

Ximen Qianxue frowned and said with a light and firm tone. This beautiful teacher, a domineering lady, was also a wonderful person. She never hid her likes and dislikes. Everyone could see that she was full of disgust for these unexpected guests.

“Girl, do you know who is standing before you?” Wang Yong with a black mole smiled darkly and said, “We are all true bloodline disciples of martial arts. Even some elders in the inner sect dare not speak to us like this. You are just an unknown teacher of nominal disciples. Believe it or not, you will lose your good job as a teacher if our Senior Brother Yuan said something against you, and you can never earn the sect Contribution Points.”

Such words like dropping a bomb in the crowd made the disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts feel dizzy.

What?

Legendary bloodline warrior disciples!

The top 20 in the master list! Mysterious geniuses whose names were covered!

Unexpectedly those four rampant and rude guys before them were such disciples!

Some disciples in the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts suddenly felt an unprecedented disappointment hanging over their hearts.

To tell the truth, the highlight performance of ordinary geniuses such as Ding Hao, Li Muyun, Liang Feixue, and Lin Xin paved the way, so everyone was full of expectation for the bloodline warrior geniuses in the top 20 of the master list. But now the performance of the four men like Yuan Tiangang had disappointed everyone. Compared with Ding Hao and others, these so-called bloodline geniuses were simply a group of scoundrels.

What a group of scoundrels who had been wrongly loved by heaven!