The middle-aged uncle smacked his lips and said with a smile: "With that damn fat guy sitting in charge, why do I need to worry about it?"
"That's true. Although the teacher is usually unconventional, he is still very reliable at critical moments." The man with glasses nodded, suddenly remembered something, and took out two documents from his briefcase.
"Your Majesty, this is the information of the two new students. Please take a look."
The middle-aged uncle waved his hand and scolded with a smile: "You Qingdao, you have been with me for so long and you still don't know that I am most afraid of reading these complicated documents. Just pick out the key points and read them to me."
"Yes." The man with glasses responded respectfully and cleared his throat.
"Zhang Fan, 20 years old, his father died when he was 3 years old, and he was raised by his mother Lu Fang. He was once hailed as a once-in-a-century genius boy. He once received an exceptional admission notice from MIT. That year he was 16 years old." The man with glasses raised his eyebrows slightly. This kind of talented boy is extremely rare.
"In the same year, he was diagnosed with a rare and strange disease. His family spent all their money to treat him and had to put his studies on hold. When he was 19 years old, he couldn't bear the severe pain, and he couldn't bear to continue to drag his family down. In September On the 4th, he jumped off the building and committed suicide while the nurse was not paying attention."
Hiss, the man with glasses took a deep breath and committed suicide by jumping off the building? So are you applying to school now?
He suppressed his curiosity and continued reading: "On the morning of September 20, the tomb guard discovered the opened coffin, but it was empty inside. According to the description, the coffin board was more than 20 meters away from the coffin at that time."
"Zhang Fan, who was resurrected, returned home and found that his mother Lu Fang was missing. According to his uncle, Lu Fang disappeared after going to borrow money from Leng Feng, a high school classmate."
Later, black lines were drawn on Zhang Fan's information, as if it had been altered.
The man with glasses narrowed his eyes. Normally, this kind of processing method is used by senior officials to hide some secrets that cannot be leaked. But this is the first time I have seen him in the freshman information. What is this to hide? What has this Zhang Fan done that deserves to be classified as a top secret?
Xiang Lengfeng, Xiang Lengfeng... Why does this name sound so familiar? The man with glasses pondered for a while and suddenly thought of something.
To the cold wind! It's the puppet master Xiang Lengfeng, one of the special envoys of the evil society!
The bespectacled man looked at the middle-aged uncle, hesitated, and said, "Your Majesty, this cold wind..."
The middle-aged uncle's expression did not change at all from beginning to end. He interrupted the man with glasses and said calmly: "There is no need to read Zhang Fan's. Let's read another little guy."
When the bespectacled man saw the middle-aged man's expression, an idea flashed through his mind, but he didn't ask any more questions. He has been with this adult for so long and knows clearly what to ask and what not to ask.
"Ji Qianming, 19 years old, was found at the door of the orphanage in 1999. He is an ordinary high school graduate with mid-range grades and no bad record."
Then there was a period of silence. The middle-aged uncle was stunned for a long time and then tentatively said: "No more?"
"No more." The man with glasses had a strange look on his face. He flipped through the information over and over again, but this was the only thing he said.
"...Have they been to Mr. Qin's place?"
"Been there."
"What did Mr. Qin say?"
"Mr. Qin's evaluation of Zhang Fan is that he is extremely talented, extremely talented!" The bespectacled man imitated Mr. Qin's tone seriously.
"Where's Ji Qianming?"
The bespectacled man's mouth twitched: "Mr. Qin said he was, uh, a good boy, keep working hard!"
"...Okay, I understand."
…
Looking at the strange masked man in front of him, Ji Qianming felt a chill coming from his feet, and his hair stood up one by one.
"Run!" Zhang Fan's face turned a little pale when he saw Qingli.
Damn it, why did I meet the core members of Shangxie at this time!
Ji Qianming came to his senses and without any hesitation, the two of them ran away.
A gust of wind blew past his ears, bringing up a gust of sand and gravel. Ji Qianming felt as if his vision was blurred, and a fanged evil ghost mask suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"Run? Can you run away?"
A joking voice came from under the mask, and in the flash of lightning, a green arm suddenly stabbed out from under the cloak!
Ji Qianming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he leaned back suddenly. At the same time, a light flashed on the mirror in his mind, and an iron rod suddenly appeared in his hand, hitting the cyan arm diagonally.
The cyan arm was slightly deflected by the blow and slid past Ji Qianming's abdomen.
At this time, Ji Qianming, who exerted too much force, could not control his center of gravity and fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Cough cough cough."
Ji Qianming coughed and quickly got up from the ground, staring closely at the man in front of him.
Through the moonlight, he could see clearly the arm that had just attacked him.
The arms are blue all over, thin and long, with strong muscles squeezed together, and there are sharp undercuts at the joints of the palms and elbows, which are hideous and terrifying.
"He is Qingliu, a core member of Shangxie." A weak voice came from the ground. Zhang Fan stood on the ground with one hand and stared at the dark blue mask.
"Shangxie?" Ji Qianming was stunned. This was the first time he heard this name.
"A gathering place for jackals." Zhang Fan said coldly, without concealing his murderous intention, "The core members inside are all ability users, the lowest is level two, and each of them is carrying at least a dozen lives. , death is not a pity!"
"This Qingliu is a newcomer who has just joined the evil guild. He only has the second level of strength. It's not like we don't have a chance."
Second-level ability user!
Ji Qianming frowned as if facing a formidable enemy.
It is true that he had indirectly killed the third-level visionary Ren Yi before, but 99% of that was due to luck, and even so, he could not defeat the opponent. If Ren Yi hadn't sensed Fatty Cui's approach and self-destructed, It was definitely him who died!
And the man in front of him is a real second-level ability user in his prime state, and he kills people like crazy. Can these two first-level teenagers be able to defeat him?
"Isn't there no chance? Is it just you?" Qingli sneered, "I didn't even show one-tenth of my strength just now. How do you get the confidence?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body twisted, and large areas of skin began to turn blue, and bulges moved under his clothes. His originally thin body became stronger, and his whole body became half a meter taller!
Click!
The mask on his face made a soft sound, and a crack spread rapidly from the middle. In the blink of an eye, the entire mask broke and fell to the ground.
The moonlight shone on Qingli's face, and a ferocious cyan face appeared in front of the two of them. Two long fangs poked out of its mouth. From a distance, it looked like a hell ghost. It was eerie and terrifying. terror.
hiss!
Ji Qianming took a breath. He never expected that a living person would turn into a green-faced and fanged evil ghost in front of him!
Even Zhang Fan on the side frowned slightly, not because he was frightened by Qingli's transformation, but because in his calculations, the probability of victory was lowered. This Qingli's strength was higher than he imagined.
"Now, do you still think there is a chance?" A cruel smile appeared on Qingli's bloody mouth, and the corners of his mouth went straight to the base of his ears, which made Ji Qianming feel chilled.
I saw Qingli's thick right leg stamping hard on the ground, and his whole body rushed over like a sharp sword, with unparalleled momentum!
Zhang Fan snorted coldly, moved his fingers slightly, and a sharp steel pipe bounced off the ground and flew straight towards the Qingzhanmen Gate.
Qingli looked at the flying steel pipe, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and his speeding figure did not pause at all.
The steel pipe and the green beast were approaching very quickly, and the moment the tip pierced the forehead, there was a sound of gold and iron hitting each other.
Ding!
The tip of the steel pipe seemed to have hit a hard rock surface. It could not be stored at all and flew out completely.
In a flash of lightning, Qingli had already rushed in front of Zhang Fan!