Chapter 182: Wind Blade

At the martial arts training ground of Tianyi Academy, Zhang Ye and his disciples from the Ding class practiced a set of combined attack formations. In addition to individual battles, there were also group battles in the cultivation competition.

Zhang Ye was not worried about individual battles. He gave a few disciples with outstanding combat abilities a small start. It would not be a big problem to get good rankings. The most important thing was group battles. This was the weakness of Class D, so until the opening of the cultivation competition, Zhang Ye will focus on training their combined attack formations.

"Okay, everyone, let's take a rest." Seeing that the disciples were a little exhausted, Zhang Ye ordered them to take a rest.

The disciples were so relieved that they lay on the ground like dead pigs, unable to get up again, wailing incessantly. During the break, Zhang Ye would not be too harsh. Instead, he would respond to the disciples' requests and tell some stories about the world of cultivation.

How many stories can Zhang Ye, a blacksmith, have? But luckily he can make it up.

At this moment, a male instructor led the class neatly to the martial arts field, which was in sharp contrast to the laziness of Zhang Yeding's class.

"Look at this person, and then look at you, what do you look like?" Zhang Ye laughed and cursed.

During this period, the disciples also figured out Zhang Ye's temper. As long as he was not teaching, it didn't matter how much he joked. They all said, "Magical teaching, how can it be the same? The teaching in Class A is at the peak of Nascent Soul." Meaning. It's because of your teachings in the middle Nascent Soul stage that we are worse than others.

"Master, let me in. Cultivation is up to you!" Zhang Ye punished the little fat man who yelled the most fiercely, making him cry for his father and mother.

Zhang Ye and his disciples were playing around for a while, and then they heard a voice saying contemptuously: "It's obvious that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

Zhang Ye's face darkened, and he followed the sound. On the surface, the teacher of Class A was scolding the disciples in the class, but it was obvious that he was directed at Zhang Ye.

During this period of time, apart from getting to know Professor Xiaoru from Class B, Zhang Ye had no connection with the teachers in other classes. What was this teacher from Class A doing, looking like he was criticizing Huai?

Zhang Ye suddenly caught a glimpse of Long Aotian standing at the front of Class A and immediately reacted. Last time, Long Aotian was beaten in the cafeteria. The teacher in Class A was afraid of Zhang Ye's backer and did not dare to retaliate openly, so today they met and ridiculed him.

Zhang Ye felt that he would leave after the cultivation competition was over, and there was no need to be as knowledgeable as him, so he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the Class A teacher raised his nose and continued to pretend to scold the disciples: "We don't have any background, we can only practice hard on the ground, otherwise Just like some people, they are ignorant and mislead others!”

Zhang Ye was very happy. Seeing that the instructor in Class A was endless, he imitated him and scolded the members of Class D: "When you hear what the instructor in Class A says, keep your feet on the ground and practice well, otherwise you will be bullied in the future." I can only talk about people behind their backs!"

The disciples of Class D burst into laughter. The teacher of Class A was stunned for a long time, and he was choked and didn't know what to say.

Zhang Ye didn't want to get entangled with him, so he ordered: "Okay, everyone has had enough rest. Let's continue practicing the combined attack formation."

"Yes!" Now that there are outsiders, the disciples of Class D know the rules and are not lazy. They start practicing hummingly.

The teacher from Class A glanced at Zhang Ye and also ordered his disciples: "Everyone, start practicing!"

The two squads seemed to be wrestling, shouting to kill Zhentian. After a while, a huge sword energy suddenly struck towards Ban Ding. Zhang Ye saw the opportunity and drew his sword to neutralize it, sparing the disciples of Ban Ding from harm.

Zhang Ye held the sword and looked at Class A with blazing eyes. The sword energy earlier was coming from their phalanx.

The instructor of Class A scolded his disciples a few words, and then ran over in a pretentious manner: "Teacher Magic, I'm really sorry. Just now, the disciples accidentally slashed a sword energy. It's good that no one was injured."

Zhang Ye's face was livid. If the sword energy was accidentally struck by the disciples, then as the instructor, you should be able to stop it, but that sword energy was just struck, and it was obvious that it was intentional.

"Since it was not intentional, please pay more attention later." Zhang Ye said seemingly magnanimously.

The teacher of Class A smiled proudly. He had indeed ordered his disciples to do the previous sword strike. The excuse was wrong, and Taoist Miracle could only endure this tone.

The teacher of Class A was like a proud general, returning to Class A with his head held high, and the disciples of Class A burst into cheers.

The disciples of Class D were extremely angry. They also knew that Class A was deliberately targeting them, but they could only endure the magical teachings, so what could they do.

Just when the disciples of Class D were dejected, Zhang Ye suddenly said: "Don't be distracted and continue practicing the formation. By the way, little fat man, did you make a mistake with your sword just now?"

Little Fatty was a little confused: "Magical Teaching, I'm not wrong."

"If you say you are wrong, you are wrong. Come on, let me show you the correct demonstration!" Zhang Ye snatched the flying sword from Xiao Pangdun's hand and slashed it casually. The huge sword energy spurted out, and it went straight. Learn from Class A.

The teacher of Class A turned his back to Class D. He was still complacent at first, thinking that the magical Taoist could do nothing to him, but he never thought that the sword came so suddenly that the teacher of Class A could not avoid it.

The teacher in Class A was slashed by the sword energy and fell to the ground. Because Zhang Ye held back, he didn't suffer any real damage, but he couldn't get up for a while.

The teacher of Class A roared angrily, stood up with difficulty, and was about to go to the magical Taoist to settle the score, but Zhang Ye ran over with an embarrassed look on his face: "Teacher of Class A, I'm really sorry, I just showed the swordsmanship to the disciples, and I accidentally accidentally A blast of sword energy came over, as long as no one was injured."

The teacher in Class A looked confused. Isn't this what he said before? Also, no one was injured, but I was!

The teacher in Class A stared at Zhang Ye for a long time, his mouth open, but he didn't know what to say.

The disciples of Class D came to realize that it turned out to be a magical teaching that treated the other person in his own way and taught Class A a lesson. Everyone laughed and exclaimed that they were happy.

Zhang Ye patted the teacher in Class A on the shoulder: "If you really don't know what to say, you can borrow what I said earlier, 'Since you didn't mean it, pay more attention later' and I can accept it."

Hearing this, the disciples of Class D were rolling on the floor with laughter. Magical Teaching is so shameless. When I beat someone, I blamed them for not cooperating well, but I like it...

The teacher of Class A was so angry that he was shaking all over. If he hadn't been worried that the magical Taoist's backer was Elder Dingyuan, he would have punched Zhang Ye in the face, but he couldn't endure it. After all, Class A The disciple is watching eagerly, we can't just let it go!

The teacher of Class A gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher Magic, I heard that your sword skills are unparalleled, and I also have some research on the art of swordsmanship. How about we compete with each other?"

The teacher in Class A felt that he was at the peak of Yuanying, and he was half-stepping into the void. He had suffered a loss because of a sneak attack before. How could he not be able to beat the magical Taoist, who was in the middle stage of Yuanying, in an honest confrontation?

Moreover, once the magical Taoist agrees to discuss, as long as he is not beaten to death, Elder Yuan will definitely not be blamed. Even if the magical Taoist doesn't dare to challenge, the teacher from Class A can still regain the lost face.

Although the disciples of Class D are young, they are smart and understand the stakes. They all said: "Magical teaching, we still need to practice the formation. Don't waste time, please give me some advice!"

"Magical teaching, I forgot my swordsmanship..."

The disciples of Class D wanted to use this as a stepping stone for Zhang Ye. Even though it was disgraceful to avoid fighting, it was still better than being defeated at the hands of the teachers from Class A.

As for whether their magical teachings can surpass those of Class A, it is not considered at all, because one is a peak Nascent Soul trained by Tiandao Palace, and the other is a mid-level Nascent Soul trained by Ye Luzi. There is no comparison.

Zhang Ye knew that the disciples of Class D were well-intentioned, but he came to Tianyi Hospital to be gilded and could not leave any stain. Since the teacher of Class A was provocative, then he should be defeated.

Zhang Ye first said to Class D: "Give me a moment to burn the incense." Then he said to the teacher of Class A, "How do we compare?"

The teacher in Class A was stunned. He never thought that Taoist Magic would really dare to challenge him. Moreover, when Taoist Magic said it would take one stick of incense, did he want to defeat himself in one stick of incense? Arrogant!

"You can't last longer than a stick of incense in my hand." The teacher in Class A deliberately misinterpreted Zhang Ye's meaning, "How about beating him until he begs for mercy?"

"Okay." Zhang Ye liked this simple and rough rule and didn't bother to talk.

Class A was very excited when they learned that the two newcomers were going to compete in teaching, while Class B was a little worried. After all, the gap between the two people's realms was too big.

The instructor of Class A opened the competition formation in the martial arts arena to prevent the remaining power from spreading and affecting the disciples. He then took out a sword and said to Zhang Ye: "Miracle Taoist, I wonder what sword technique you are going to use later?"

"Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique, I wonder what your name is?" Zhang Ye asked.

"Bangfeng..." The teacher of Class A was about to introduce his sword skills, but he realized later that the Taoist priest did not ask about his sword skills, but his name?

The teacher of Class A hesitated for a moment, then reported his name, so that the magical Taoist would live in his shadow from now on: "I will not change my name when I go down, I will not change my surname, Malzaha!"

Zhang Ye was stunned. Damn it, he didn't believe it when the dean said there was such a name. He didn't expect that such a person actually existed: "Ma Jiaoxi, please invite me."

"My last name is Malza, not Ma. You should call me Professor Malza." The teacher from Class A looked unhappy and continued, "I haven't mentioned my sword skills yet. My sword skills are strong wind..."

Zhang Ye interrupted him: "I don't care what sword technique you use, as long as I know that someone named Ma was defeated by me."

The teacher in Class A twitched his facial muscles and roared angrily: "I told you that my surname is not Ma!" He swore that he would smash the stinky face of the magical Taoist priest later.

Zhang Ye avoided exposing his identity and did not use the Three Sky-Breaking Swords. Instead, he used the Tiandao Palace's Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique. This is one of the most difficult sword techniques in the Tiandao Palace. In his hands, he can use it with ease and smoothness, even if he is from Class A. The disciples couldn't help but shout a few times.

The teacher in Class A was a little jealous, but fortunately, his Guangfeng Divine Sword was not weaker than the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique. He immediately used it, and the sword energy was billowing, competing with Zhang Ye on the same level.