Chapter 187

The girl who spoke first mentioned Jiang Yan again and asked Feng Qingqing: "Then...that little saint Jiang Yan, has he been invited too?!"

It's not just her.

Dozens of girls present stared at Feng Qingqing closely because of these words.

The younger generation! ! !

The strongest group of people.

There must be a place for the little saint Jiang Yan! !

07 Maybe you can meet your idol right away while you wait for someone, and you might even have a chance to be taught by him! ! !

Feng Qingqing ruthlessly defeated their illusions: "What are you thinking about?"

Feng Qingqing complained: "Although it is said that the younger generation is the strongest."

"The problem is that the little saint's strength is all reaching the upper level of the older generation of strong men in the last century. Now that he is here, will others still play?"

"My sister Feng Qianqian's ranking among this younger generation is already quite high. She said she is around 20, but do you know what my sister thinks of the little saint?"

"What?!?!" A pair of big eyes were staring at Feng Qingqing.

Shen Lingshuang paused for breath.

Wait for her to speak.

Feng Qingqing likes this feeling of being noticed.

It hung for more than ten seconds.

Cai said faintly: "My sister said that whoever is the strongest young generation in China, from number one to number 100, if added up, multiplied by a hundred times a thousand times, is not enough to be shot by the little saint Jiang Yan with one hand."

"The opponents that the little saint is targeting are all internationally famous old monsters who have started in the divine realm since they became famous in the last century."

"Comparing him to the younger generation in China is just to smear him, and it will make people laugh to death."

Hiss~~~

The thirty or so girls present were shocked this time by being tied tightly.

Scalp numbness.

Even if you don’t understand strength or weakness.

but……

The country's younger generation deserves to be invited by the country personally, and at all costs.

I can't imagine how terrifying the status and weight of a little saint who can easily kill all the strongest people of the younger generation with 100 times his strength against the world's old monsters is.

"Little Saint..." someone murmured, "Little Saint, he seems to be only in his early twenties?"

Shen Lingshuang gave her a definite answer: "As old as me, twenty-one."

silence.

silence.

Silence again.

Everyone present was shocked to the point of being speechless.

The anticipation and excitement for the teaching of the strongest group of young people suddenly disappeared by 70%.

Under the brilliance of Jiang Yan.

These domestic geniuses were dumbfounded.

Like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Even Feng Qingqing can't describe the feeling in her heart at this moment.

genius?

evildoer?

There is no way to describe Jiang Yan! !

Even if he doesn't reach the level of people like Lord Yu Lei and code name "God", he is still proud of the current era.

"If there is a chance..." Feng Qingqing secretly gritted his teeth and said, "If we can have him come and teach us a lesson, it would be really worth it."

This is the same idea as others.

Ding ding ding~~~~

It's time for class.

All expectations can only be put aside for now.

Currently they are still taking ordinary classes.

During this process, those mysterious young super masters will observe each person's nature and talent in private, and judge from this whether they are suitable for their own cultivation.

Feng Qingqing got the news that the real course against supernatural beings would be announced to these selected people for the first time tonight.

She didn't explain this to everyone.

I only mentioned it to Shen Lingshuang in private.

She told her that she should do her best in class so that she might be selected.

Shen Lingshuang didn't know what was going on.

But after being reminded, she looked carefully and finally discovered the problem! !

Ever since I came to the imperial capital to take classes.

She would find every time that during class, there were a lot of distracting thoughts and complex emotions in her mind, or she would feel sleepy inexplicably...

In short, there will be various things that affect your concentration in class.

Even more so today.

In the entire class, there were fifty high school students who were transferred to the class.

80% of the time I'll just sleep! !

Only ten people were still awake.

Reluctantly fighting against distracting thoughts and sleepiness.

Some people tried hard to pick up the pen and write notes, but they didn't notice that the strokes were crooked and a long diagonal line was drawn out.

Some people use Fengyoujing and other auxiliary means to try to wake up, but they keep applying it and their eyelids start to fight.

…

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong!

You must know that the selection of the Imperial Capital First High School is to select a group of people with the best academic performance and moral character from elite high schools in various countries.

these people……

Normally, you can doze off no more than five times in class throughout the year.

It's even more impossible that so many people fell asleep in such an important class.

Moreover, the teacher at the desk seemed to have expected it and did not even glance at the sleeping person during the lecture.

"Is this...their test?" Shen Lingshuang clenched her jade hand. Her willpower was extremely strong, and a belief that emerged in her mind kept her standing.

"Sure enough, people with backgrounds are more popular. If Feng Qingqing's news hadn't been leaked to the world, if I had relaxed today, I might not be much better than them."

Shen Lingshuang is on the notebook.

He resolutely wrote down a name with a silver hook and iron painting - Jiang Yan! !

As if she had gained strength.

She took a deep breath and straightened her back.

She focused her mind and stared at what was written on the blackboard without any distraction. She was very focused.

She was even better than in class on weekdays.

The teacher looked at her unexpectedly and gave her an approving smile.

She knew that those who could remain calm under the interference of such a powerful illusion would definitely be the seed apprentices that cultivators and ghost masters need most.

As she thought.

In the school's largest auditorium.

At this moment, the doors and windows were closed, and there was a formation separating the inside and the outside.

The stage in the auditorium was dismantled.

Instead, there was an oversized screen, which played the scenes of the classes in a total of 49 classrooms.

Sitting below the stage.

They were all powerful young people with strong auras and expressions of arrogance, indifference or calmness.

There were cultivators, ghost masters, sorcerers, and so on.