Five minutes later.


    Ansheng finally stopped avoiding.


    Jin Wenze looked happy. He thought his chance had come. He bullied him and waved his fist again to Ansheng''s fat face.


    If he wants to avenge this eye, he must beat Ansheng into a panda eye!


    Brush!


    Jin Wenze was surprised, and the familiar feeling came again.


    Even if his fist was fast and his strength was explosive, his body was still uncontrollably still when he was about to approach Ansheng.


    The whole body is imprisoned and can''t move.


    This time, Ansheng did not play any more heartbeat, and did not let Jin Wenze''s fist only one centimeter from the tip of his nose.


    When Jin Wenze was about one meter away from him, he forcibly imprisoned Jin Wenze''s body with spiritual strength. Then Ansheng raised his right fist and moved his mind. Jin Wenze''s body floated out of thin air. After 360 degrees in mid air, he flew and took the initiative to hit Ansheng''s fist.


    Boom!


    Ansheng''s fist hurt and took a breath.


    The martial arts master''s first-class defense is really not covered. Even his fragile eyes can shake his fist.


    However, in any case, he finally stamped a panda seal on Jin Wenze''s right eye, which was finally symmetrical.


    Cool.


    See if this boy dare to be arrogant in front of his handsome, hum, dare to look down on him, this is the end!


    Now, an Sheng even wants to strengthen his middle finger and drink to Chu Feiyun: who else!


    "This is... Mental confinement?!"


    "Is Ansheng really a spiritual teacher?!"


    Meanwhile, Chu Feiyun couldn''t help exclaiming. Before, he had doubts about Ansheng''s strength. Now he saw that Ansheng actually controlled Jin Wenze''s body floating and spinning in the void. He was more flexible and affirmed this speculation.


    This fat man named Ansheng in class 29 of senior three is a spiritual teacher!


    Spiritual teacher!


    None of the millions in South China martial arts school, except Hu Yangcheng of class 28, who was publicized only yesterday, unexpectedly awakened his spiritual strength because of the simulation test in salvation. I have never heard of anyone else so lucky before.


    Now, the strength of Ansheng is not as simple as the awakening of spiritual power.


    This guy was able to use his spiritual power to imprison Jin Wenze, a martial arts master, indicating that his spiritual cultivation has at least reached the level of a first-class or even a second-class spiritual master.


    Such spiritual cultivation is definitely not achieved in a short time.


    What a deep hiding!


    Chu Feiyun sighed in his heart, and suddenly glanced at Yang Fan standing opposite. These two guys are from the bottom class of class 29. They also like to dress up as pigs and eat tigers. It can be said that they have the same smell.


    Pretending to be forced to hit the face or something, is it really so interesting?


    Chu Feiyun really can''t understand. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Why do geniuses like Yang Fan and an Sheng like to mix with a group of garbage destined not to achieve anything?


    In particular, Yang Fan is mixed with the despicable situation of "the shame of South China". Will it be so cool to be pointed at and scolded every day?


    Is there something wrong with these two people''s brains?


    Zhu Yuchen and Duan Xiaorui were also surprised when they heard the speech. At the same time, they strangely turned their heads to Chu Feiyun.


    "Boss Chu, are you right? Is that fat man really a spiritual teacher?"


    Zhu Yuchen couldn''t help asking. This joke was not funny at all.


    Chu Feiyun said, "no mistake. Ordinary Rune instruments can''t control and move others. This is the exclusive spiritual power of spiritual teachers."


    Zhu Yuchen and Duan Xiaorui were speechless at the same time.


    Although they do not know much about the group of spiritual teachers, they are very clear about the rarity and strength of spiritual teachers.


    It''s hard to see one of the millions of spiritual masters among the federal fighters, but they''re not joking.


    Seeing that the strength is only a chip worse than them, Jin Wenze is now controlled in the air by Ansheng like a doll. They can''t go up and down. They have no doubt in their hearts.


    Sigh at the same time.


    God, is this blind? Why can this wretched little fat man awaken his spiritual power, but they don''t have such good treatment?


    Didn''t you say that selfie decides everything? Why are you being naughty again?


    On the other side, Ansheng is only a spiritual master. His spiritual strength is limited. He can only barely control the time of living in Jin Wenze for about three seconds.


    Three seconds later, Jin Wenze''s psionic strength burst out and regained his ability to move again.


    But this time, he was no longer as angry as he was just now, and continued to attack Ansheng with his fist.


    Just now, the dialogue between Chu Feiyun and Zhu Yuchen was not deliberately avoided, and Jin Wenze heard it clearly.


    After knowing that Anson may be a spiritual teacher, the experience of being controlled by the body twice in a row tells Jin Wenze that he is not Anson''s opponent now.


    If Ansheng is really a spiritual master, it shows that up to now, Ansheng has not used his best fighting method to deal with him. Otherwise, he can''t resist a spiritual attack with his current martial will.


    The mental attack of the spiritual master has always been famous for being fierce and difficult to prevent. If Ansheng really gives him such a blow, Jin Wenze will be very ugly and even seriously injured.


    "Classmate Jin, do you want to continue?"


    Ansheng proudly looked up at Kim Wenze with a positive face and vigilantly looked at himself. He enjoyed his opponent''s surprised, frightened and incredible eyes, which made him feel a sense of achievement.


    Jin Wenze cautiously stepped back and asked, "are you a spiritual teacher?"


    As soon as Ansheng held his chest out, deser said, "introduce yourself again. I am Ansheng, a secondary spiritual teacher, Ansheng!"


    There should be screams and applause here!


    An Sheng glanced discontentedly at the audience around him. Chu Feiyun and others were staring at him, shocked and surprised, but none of them applauded.


    What a disappointment.


    This is his first show as a secondary spiritual teacher!


    These people, showing a little worship and envy, and then shouting 666 by the way, is it so difficult?


    "All right! That''s it."


    Yang Fan made a noise and interrupted Ansheng. He knew the dead fat man very well. He got up endlessly. If he was allowed to show off, one morning would not be enough for him.


    "An Sheng is a member specially recruited by President Chen Guang. He is used as a secret weapon of our South China team. I hope all students pay attention to confidentiality and don''t divulge the news before the challenge arena at least."


    Yang Fan solemnly explained to Chu Feiyun. They looked cold and nodded solemnly at the same time.


    At this time, no one has questioned the existence of Ansheng. As a secondary spiritual teacher, Ansheng''s existence can really be used as a killer mace at a critical time.


    Spiritual master, it''s rare to say.


    There was even a little excitement in their hearts. After all, it was difficult for them to have the opportunity to fight with the spiritual master.


    "Get to know Anson formally!" Duan Xiaorui took the lead in standing up and gently stretched out her right hand to Anson: "class two, senior three, Duan Xiaorui, nice to meet you!"


    An Sheng came forward, grabbed Duan Xiaorui''s soft and boneless hands with both hands, smiled and said, "nice to meet you. I''ve heard of Duan''s name for a long time, and I finally saw a real person today!"


    Duan Xiaorui smiled gently and shook her right hand. She easily withdrew her little hand from Ansheng''s two pig claws. "Ansheng is really funny."


    This fat man wants to take advantage of me, hum!


    Ansheng has some unfinished business. He starts to complain about his martial arts talent again. If the martial arts cultivation is not only level 5, Duan Xiaorui will never break away from him so easily. How can she hold it for a few more seconds.


    Zhu Yuchen also came over at this time and also extended his right hand to Ansheng: "Zhu Yuchen, class 1, senior three, nice to meet you!"


    Ansheng flicked his lips and was about to say that I never shook hands with men, but Yang Fan coughed without trace.


    The little fat man shook his body and quickly stretched out his right hand and shook Zhu Yuchen politely: "nice to meet you, classmate Zhu Yuchen. I''m glad to know you, too!"


    After that, Jin Wenze, holding two panda eyes, walked up to Ansheng again, stretched out his right hand and said, "meet Jin Wenze in class two, grade three again."


    "Don''t fight, don''t know!" Ansheng saw a pair of black eyes on Jin Wenze''s face. Without any embarrassment, he stretched out his hand to firmly grasp Jin Wenze and said, "classmate Jin, we''ll have a chance to compete again in the future!"


    Jin Wenze took a swipe at the corners of his mouth and didn''t answer.


    I''m not a masochist. Silly fork will come to you to compete before he has absolute confidence!


    Finally, only Chu Feiyun didn''t come. Yang Fan looked at Chu Feiyun and turned his head.


    So are Zhu Yuchen, Duan Xiaorui and Jin Wenze. Now we are all a team. Since we have recognized each other, it''s not appropriate to be so unsocial?


    Feeling the people''s eyes, Chu Feiyun stepped forward, took a deep look at an Sheng, and then slowly stretched out his right hand: "Chu Feiyun, class 1, senior 3!"


    It''s simple and direct. There''s nothing polite like nice to meet you.


    Ansheng Yile, this guy is very proud.


    "I know you are the first genius of South China martial arts school in a hundred years. We are the star students of this year." an Sheng reached out to him and said, "if there is no brother fan, you must still be our first brother in South China!"


    Chu Feiyun has a little egg pain.


    Why does this fat man deserve such a beating? I really think no one can deal with you if you are a spiritual master?


    Chu Feiyun exerted a little force on his right hand, and Ansheng''s hand bone clucked. His plump little fat face was almost deformed with pain, and his face was red and his neck was thick.


    Chu Feiyun, who killed thousands of knives, dares to take a black hand.


    Ansheng was not polite. His mental power broke out instantaneously, and he directly stabbed Chu Feiyun''s head.


    Chu Feiyun''s face was slightly red. After that, he shook his head like a normal person, and looked at an Sheng with a faint smile.


    His guess was right. The little fat man''s spiritual power could only deal with martial artists at and below martial arts Level 2. The impact on martial arts Level 3 like him was not as serious as expected.


    "Ansheng, we must be close to each other in the future. I''m very optimistic about you."


    Chu Feiyun raised his hand and patted Ansheng on the shoulder, showing a rare enthusiasm.


    An Sheng was shocked. He was photographed wanting to vomit blood, and his right hand was like a fire. He couldn''t draw it out.


    Chu Feiyun''s strength completely exceeded his expectations. The spiritual impact he was proud of had no effect on Chu Feiyun.


    Die young!


    Too much!


    An Sheng couldn''t help but cast his eyes to Yang Fan for help. Chu Feiyun''s enthusiasm was a little unbearable.


    Yang Fan gently tilted his head as if he didn''t look at anything.


    This dead fat man is definitely the kind of master who will try his best to shine if he gives some sunshine. If he doesn''t teach him a lesson, his tail can tilt up to the sky.