The strongest talent

I don't agree, I don't agree, I agree...

Tong Lin's voice was like a pebble dropped on a calm lake, and ripples of sound spread slowly throughout the Kyoto Academy. All the students in the academy could clearly feel the anger in her voice - she had won the award for three consecutive years. The intermediate class instructor with the title of Best Instructor, the ninth-level female warrior saint Tong Lin, is angry!

"It's this little girl!" In the square in front of the teaching building, Teng Baizhan, who was bidding farewell to Yuan Qing, looked up at Tong Lin in the sky, chuckled, and curled up the corners of his mouth: "Yuan Qing, why don't you come to Kyoto College to be a teacher? It's so smooth. I'm actually working as a teaching assistant for this woman. I'm afraid my life will not be easy in the future."

Yuan Qing frowned slightly, and the expression on Yang Qinglan's face also changed.

This is the first day of registration to enter Kyoto Academy. To be precise, I haven't registered yet. Has this offended a war saint? No, it seems that all the instructors in the intermediate class have been offended. They are standing by the window one by one, with sneers on their faces and eyes that look like they want to kill someone!

"Don't worry, leave this matter to me." Teng Baizhan laughed loudly and shouted loudly: "Tong Yatou, Yuan Qing is my brother, I am asking you here, will you give me this face?!"

Before Tong Lin spoke, the students watching nearby were already excited: "How dare you talk to Teacher Tong like this? He is really the King of Hundred Splits, the life and death brother of the King of Siberia, the captain of the special battle team, the tenth-level martial saint... this Yuan Who is Qing? Teacher Tong doesn’t like it, and the Hundred Splits King wants to help him—it’s a good show.”

"King of Hundred Splits." Tong Lin slowly descended from mid-air, the anger on her face subsided, and she changed to a fake smile: "If King of Hundred Splits comes to be an assistant, I will have no problem inviting you in my eight-carat sedan chair. Change it." This kid is only at level 4. He wants to be my assistant, but there is no way for him!"

Teng Baizhan let out a "poof" and scolded with a smile: "Damn girl, you have such a big temper. You actually want me to be your teaching assistant. You are not qualified. If it were your teacher who said this to me, it would be the same. Stop talking nonsense. , you have to give this face, you have to give it, you have to give it, you have to give it, it’s Brother Hong’s intention for Yuan Qing to be a teacher, what, you want Brother Hong to talk to your teacher?”

Tong Lin snorted coldly, with a hint of anger on her face.

"Shameless." A female teacher on the teaching floor said angrily: "King Baili took advantage of his seniority and called Teacher Tong 'Tong Yatou', and even used the King of Siberia to suppress her! If he had the ability, he would fight Teacher Tong. In one game, if you are suppressed to the same level, it’s not certain who will win and who will lose!”

Several teachers next to them looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces. One of the male teachers shook his head helplessly: "Teacher Tong is a disciple of King Heijiang. King Heijiang is the same generation as King Siberia. King Baili is the brother of King Siberia... Let's put it this way. , Teacher Tong is really the junior of King Baili, but calling her girl in front of so many people is a bit too much."

"Siberian barbarian, do you expect him to talk to you about truth and quality?" Another young female teacher said with a smile: "However, what Sister Lu said just now is right. If the realms are the same, King Baili may not necessarily win against Tong. Sister, when Sister Tong was young, few people in the same realm could beat her, and she was one of the best among the true disciples of King Heijiang."

At this time, more and more students are coming from all directions. Even many teachers and students from advanced classes are heading to the office building of teachers from intermediate classes. More than two thousand people are crowded around the small square, and there are even a few of them. A powerful teacher who is a ninth-level saint!

"King Hundred Splits." Tong Lin looked at the crowd around her, the anger on her face disappeared, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up: "Since you are speaking to Yuan Qing, of course you have to give me this face, but I have a small condition. If you don’t agree, even if you bring trouble to the teacher or the King of Siberia, you won’t be able to let me relax.”

Hearing what she said, Teng Baizhan immediately understood that this little girl was determined.

"Damn it." Teng Baizhan turned around and glared: "Yuan Qing, this teacher is no longer good. I'll go talk to Brother Hong and Princess."

Yuan Qing smiled.

After listening to them talking so much, even though it was a bit confusing, I guessed that Teacher Tong didn't want a teaching assistant, especially an early stage fourth-level teaching assistant. So much so that if you rise to the level of the King of Siberia, you still have to make difficult conditions...

"Teacher Tong." Yuan Qing took a step forward, neither arrogant nor humble: "I am a teaching assistant. It doesn't count if I say it, or if you say it. If you make a condition, I will accept it. That's all. It’s a trivial matter that doesn’t require the Hundred Split King’s face.”

Tong Lin sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Without the face of the Hundred Split King, you can't even hear this condition... Yuan Qing, listen carefully now, I am a ninth-level war saint. Now I have suppressed myself to the early stage of the fourth level to compete with you. As long as I If you can hold on for ten minutes under my command, I can give you the position of assistant teacher. If you hold on for less than a second, you will go back to where you came from. You will not be welcome at Kyoto Academy!"

Wow!

The students watching nearby were in an uproar, and even many teachers were a little surprised and dumbfounded.

Teacher Tong, you are going a little too far. Who in the academy doesn’t know that you are one of the core disciples of the True Legend of the King of Heijiang, a ninth-level peak warrior saint, and you are about to be crowned king. Combat experience, consciousness, method of exerting force, unique sword skills... Which of them is not crushing the same level? How can a mere fourth-level brat fight you?

"Tong Lin, you have gone too far. What is the difference between this and rejecting Yuan Qing directly?!" Teng Baizhan's face turned red, his whole body was full of energy, and he was obviously angry.

However, Yuan Qing took a step forward again, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Yuan Qing, the fourth-level early stage spiritual warrior, please give me your advice."

"Brother Yuan, are you stupid?" Teng Baizhan said anxiously: "Do you know who she is? Does the King of Heijiang know that she is the true disciple of the King of Heijiang... Hey, it's useless to say it, you have already Let's engage in battle. Come on, come on, I'll think of a solution later. The worst I can do is let Brother Hong talk to the King of Heijiang, I don't believe we can't cure this Tong Yatou."

Yuan Qing's heart was slightly shaken.

The King of Heijiang, the great figure who is known as the strongest warrior saint in China and founded the Heijiang Martial Arts School, is actually Tong Lin's teacher? No wonder she was so confident that even the King of Siberia couldn't keep her face down. What she said just now was indeed no exaggeration. If Teng Baizhan hadn't been here, she might not have even bothered to put forward this condition.

"This Yuan Qing is finished." Among the onlookers, many people gloated: "No wonder Teacher Tong disagrees. It turns out that he is only in the early stage of the fourth level, and his level is not as good as ours. With such strength, he still wants to be a teaching assistant. Just kidding!"

There are also some students who are more thoughtful and think about deeper questions: "It is said that Princess Qi of the King of Siberia is coming to our college to study. At this time, Yuan Qing is coming as a teaching assistant. Could it be related to this matter? Teacher Tong is from Heijiang. Wang's disciple, Yuan Qing is from the Siberian King's faction... This is a conversation between the King of Heijiang and the King of Siberia through the air!"

"Now we have something good to watch." Upstairs in the teaching building and around the small square, many teachers raised their lips: "Even if Teacher Tong suppresses the realm, combat consciousness, experience... he is definitely not comparable to Yuan Qing, the King of Siberia." He's going to lose everything!"

Beside Yuan Qing, Yang Qinglan's face turned red with anxiety, but she didn't dare to speak loudly. She quickly leaned over and whispered, "Yuan Qing, don't be impulsive. Your fight with Teacher Tong is not as simple as it seems. We have just come to Kyoto College. Finally, good……"

"If we don't fight, we won't even have a chance to enter Kyoto Academy." Yuan Qing took a step forward again, grabbed the A-grade alloy sword on his left waist with his right hand, and pulled it out with a swish: "Teacher Tong, please!"

Tong Lin looked at the sword in Yuan Qing's hand, and then at the Blood Tiger Sword on his back, with disdain on her face, and casually stretched out a hand: "Whoever has a cheap A-level sword in their hand, lend it to me. "

"Teacher Tong, use mine." Among the surrounding crowd, a male student who was nearly 1.9 meters tall threw the alloy sword to Tong Lin and shouted with a smile: "Teacher Tong, be merciful, don't throw it Assistant Professor Yuan was beaten to death, but killing is not allowed in the academy."

Tong Lin weighed the alloy knife and curled her lips again: "Yuan Qing, I will teach you a lesson for free now. A qualified spiritual warrior must be proficient in weapons. You are carrying a knife on your back and a sword on your back. As a layman, I really don’t know where the courage comes from. I want to come to Kyoto Academy to be a teacher with just a little merit. What a wishful thinking!"

Without saying a word, Yuan Qing spread his legs slightly. His left leg and right arm quickly combined their spiritual energy. The alloy sword in his hand glowed with a layer of light silver. His heart beat slowly accelerated, and powerful spiritual energy continued to flow. Skeletons poured into his limbs, and cracks appeared on the cement floor under his left foot.

"You are in the early stage of the fourth level, and so am I now." Tong Lin took a deep breath, and there was a thunderous explosion in her body. The bones and flesh seemed to dim for a moment, and the spiritual bridge between the chest and abdomen broke automatically, leaving only the heart. He reached the Spirit Bridge node, and then gently swung the alloy knife in his hand, making a horizontal and diagonal starting posture, and shouted in a low voice: "Yuan Qing, don't blame me for not giving you a chance, you just made the first move."

The moment they saw Tong Lin's hand gesture, many teachers' eyes instantly brightened up. Even Teng Baizhan narrowed his eyes. Many onlookers even exclaimed - that was the SS-level sword fighting style originally created by King Heijiang. Technique, the famous Black Oblivion Sword!

"SS level." Yuan Qing breathed slowly, holding the sword in his hand tighter and tighter.

Just this morning, I got the complete copy of the Huangshui Fenglang Dao from the princess. It is an S-level peak fighting skill, not much worse than the SS level. The ninth level of power generation method has been learned long ago. The Martial Emperor Sword, which has been improved with the intelligence of the brain, can spin, sprint, accelerate... it is only stronger than SS-level fighting skills.

You have the Black Oblivion Sword, I have the Martial Emperor Sword, I have spiritual power to jointly improve my health, I have the inheritance of Wuyuan Star civilization, and I have a reason to enter Kyoto Academy - ten minutes, I don’t even need a sword, it will take more than one minute to defeat you. Even if I lose!

"Yuan Qing." Ten meters in front of her, Tong Lin shouted coldly again: "What are you dawdling about? Sooner or later you will lose. Take action quickly and don't waste my time. I haven't had lunch yet."

Yuan Qing frowned, and his left leg suddenly exploded with all its strength. A small impact wave visible to the naked eye erupted from his feet. His body suddenly rotated rapidly, faster and faster; while rotating, his body seemed to be bombarded by a heavy machine gun. The shells that came out were as bright as snow, and they rushed towards Tong Lin with a bang. She shouted loudly: "Assistant teacher of Kyoto College, I'm determined!"