The Strong Man Who Sweeps the Trash? !

Chapter 153: A Strong Man Who Sweeps Garbage? !

Maybe it was because the vice-principal said hello, Yifeng had just appeared at the school gate, before he had time to take a look at the small courtyard, someone came to him and took him to see the vice-principal. Yifeng even just took a look at the school gate.

Although it was just a glance, Yifeng was still shocked by the magnificent school gate. The towering and majestic school gate reaches into the sky like a pillar of heaven.

"As expected, it is one of the largest academies in the mainland." Yi Feng sighed, without taking a second look, he followed the man to the practice rooms one after another.

"You're here!" The vice president was obviously waiting for Yifeng, and when he saw Yifeng coming, he waved his hand to let the passers-by leave.

Yifeng nodded and said, "I don't know how the dean will test me?"

Seeing that Yifeng got straight to the point, the deputy dean smiled: "Zhanlan Academy accepts all kinds of talents, including poets, piano players, doctors, and warriors. Even poison masters who are regarded as demons by the world, we also accept a few trainings! "

When Yifeng heard the vice president's words, he couldn't deny it and smiled: Although the poison master was insulted by the world, he was secretly. That great power does not exist without him. Not to mention a behemoth like Zhanlan Academy.

When the deputy dean saw that Yifeng heard that his college was cultivating poison masters who were scolded by the world, his expression didn't change at all. He also nodded secretly: at least this kid is not stupid. He won't hear the poison master shouting and beating and killing like the world, which he appreciates.

"Then I can choose one of them to study, right?" Yifeng said with a smile. If that's the case, Yifeng wouldn't worry about the test at all. With his medical skills and the countless prescriptions he got from the third elder . No matter what the doctor's test is, he has the confidence to pass it.

The deputy dean shook his head and said, "No! You can only choose warriors. This continent is the world of warriors. I hope that the students recruited by the college will achieve great achievements. And warriors have the greatest growth space and opportunities."

Yifeng shrugged helplessly and said, "You just make up your mind."

Although a little disappointed, Yifeng didn't care too much, this is his territory, and he can only listen to him. What's more, with my own strength, I have the confidence to face this test.

The vice president smiled and said: "It stands to reason that with your strength, it is more than enough to enter our Zhanlan Academy. But since it is an exception, it cannot follow the standards of ordinary people. In this way, as long as you can take over three Ten tricks. You and I will give special approval."

Yifeng looked at the vice president strangely and said: "This person is not you! If it is you, then I will forget it."

"Of course it's not me. Although you have some strength. But it's not enough for me. One move is enough to defeat you!" The deputy dean said in a proud tone, "There is an old man who sweeps garbage in our college, as long as you can catch him Thirty strokes, I will accept you!"

"What?! The old man who sweeps the garbage!" Yi Feng exclaimed, and then smiled strangely, "Well... even if you look at Concubine Die's face, don't let the water be so obvious. It's not that I look down on the old man, it's just that It is not suitable for martial arts competitions, if this key accidentally hits the old man, the old man will not be able to bear it."

The vice-principal laughed: "Crazy boy, there are not many people in the academy who dare to say that. Just hit him hard, and I guarantee he'll be fine. But you, I don't know. "

After finishing speaking, the vice president ignored Yifeng and clapped his hands. Immediately, an old man with a slightly ragged clothes walked up to the dean respectfully, holding a broom: "Dean..."

Yifeng looked the old man up and down, and the little sight just now disappeared in an instant. Although the old man looked hunchbacked and weak, his clear and shining eyes made Yifeng feel a little palpitated.

"Uncle Wang, didn't you say that you don't have to do the sweeping work? If you can, you can teach those bastards their studies." The vice president was kind to the old man.

"Hehe! Thank you, Vice President, for your concern. However, after decades of sweeping, I'm really not used to doing other things. Besides, my low strength, how can I be a teacher." The old man said with a smile.

The vice-principal shook his head helplessly. Although this Uncle Wang only has the strength of the fifth-level teacher, his experience and theory are not comparable to the teachers of the college. It's just that he seems to be keen on sweeping the floor. No matter what he and the dean say, I don't even want to be a teacher!

When Yi Feng heard that the vice president wanted to invite the old man to be his teacher, he raised his heart fiercely: I heard that the teachers of the college are at the lowest level above the seventh level. Could it be that this old man has reached the seventh level? !

Yi Feng gave a wry smile, no wonder the Great Elder and the others repeatedly said not to provoke the giant of Zhanlan Academy, even an old man who sweeps the floor is seventh rank! One can imagine how terrifying its strength is.

"Yifeng, Uncle Wang's strength is at the fifth level! However, even against the seventh level, Uncle Wang has won before, so I only want you to take thirty moves from Uncle Wang." The vice president turned to Yifeng and said.

Yifeng nodded and said to the old man, "Old man, please do something!"

The old man chuckled, the powerless and shriveled body just now changed suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be dissipating infinite energy, which also made Yifeng more vigilant.

The old man put the broom aside, laughed and said, "Young man! Be careful!"

After finishing speaking, the old man pushed his withered palm towards Yi Feng without making a sound, just like the usual hand probing freely.

Of course, Yifeng felt the huge power in it. His figure flashed sharply, and he turned to his palm in a hurry, streaks of fighting energy formed into cotton swirled on his palm, allowing the remaining palm to form in an instant.

For this old man, he did not dare to underestimate him at all, and he used Japanese-level martial arts as soon as he came up.

Although Yifeng defeated Liu Zixuan of the eighth rank, that was by relying on the strong attack of Shattering and the surprise of teleportation. Otherwise, in that duel, the chance of him winning is very small.

And although the old man in front of him is at the fifth level, his strength is still two levels higher than his own. What's more, the vice president asked him to be a teacher. There must be something special about it.

Quan and Zhang collided together silently. It's just that Yifeng's trembling hands showed the strength of this punch.

Yifeng took three steps backwards, then slowly stabilized his body, and the way he looked at the old man changed.

He could feel that the old man was using a star-level martial skill, but the lowest-level martial skill was actually against his day-level martial skill, and was even better. The control of this power is so powerful that it is frightening.

Yifeng noticed that the old man's use of fighting energy was hardly wasted. All concentrated on the attack.

"Young man is good! You can take over 70% of my strength! Hehe, although it is because of the use of Japanese-level martial arts. But my strength should be two or three levels higher than yours! It's even." The old man looked at Yi with appreciation. front.

Yifeng smiled, and his admiration for the old man deepened. With just one trial, you can see your exact strength.

"The old man's eyesight. The boy admires it. But please always use the second trick!" Yi Feng smiled.

"Hehe! Then be careful, I won't hold back now!" The old man smiled and kindly reminded Yifeng.

After finishing speaking, he threw a punch at Yifeng. With the whistling sound of the wind, this fist hit Yi Feng's chest fiercely like a broken bamboo.

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