"Huh? Why did you feel like a very strong mental fluctuation just now swept away? Is it an illusion?"

Teacher Zhu, who was lying on the side of the bed in the lounge, suddenly turned down lightly, frowned slightly on his face, and after barely concentrating and sensing it carefully, she found that everything was as usual. She thought she was in a dream just now, and turned over and closed her eyes.

He muttered softly unconsciously: "It must be because he has been too tired these two days and has a little nervous allergic. How can there be a level 3 spiritual thought master at the South China Martial Arts School or the entire Xichu City?"

"A D-level town with a population of only more than one million is far away from the federal center. No senior spiritual master will come here to explore with boredom. He must be dreaming..."

As for Yang Fan in the next training room, he was not within the scope of consideration of Teacher Zhu.

A little rookie who has just awakened his mental power, even if he has the assistance of the second-level spiritual herb, he will be unable to be promoted to a first-level spiritual mind master if he is exhausted.

Moreover, the medicinal power of the second-level spiritual medicine cannot be completely refined so quickly. Even if he can advance, it will probably take a week or a month later.

Teacher Zhu stayed here and had seen too many students who thought they were talented and wasted second-level spiritual grass over and over again. They failed to advance again and again, and they had long been used to it.

"That's the old guy Zhu Huanan who had a strange idea, he had a good martial arts school. He insisted on cultivating a spiritual master with delusion. He was simply not doing his job!"

"Don't he know that those who are truly spiritually gifted have been destined to be extraordinary since they were born, and naturally there will be better and more professional schools to train them. How could they get a pure martial arts school without a little professional foundation to pick up bargains?"

“Ha…I owe it~!”

Teacher Zhu stretched and yawned a big yawn, then his head tilted, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep.

The teacher on duty in the No. 1 practice room also felt a little abnormal when Yang Fan broke through to the third-level spiritual master. At that moment, he felt a sense of peeping at the sight of something being targeted.

But that feeling flashed away. Like Teacher Zhu, he thought it was his illusion. He looked around vigilantly. After not finding any abnormalities, he stopped paying attention to the students in the practice room carefully.

Then he was confused and found that after swallowing all the second-level spiritual herbs, the student did not immediately meditate and refine and absorb it, but stood up, opened the door, and left!

"Should I remind him?"

"It's wrong to do this, it's shameful to waste!"

"Every level 2 elixir is picked back by teachers in the school with endless risks from the group of monsters outside the school. It must not be wasted just like that!"

At this moment, the teacher on duty had the urge to drag Yang Fan back and beat him up.

In the past, even the young ladies from rich families would try their best to absorb and refine them as soon as they swallowed the elixir. Many people could even stay in the training room for a whole week without eating or drinking.

He has never seen a student as lazy, passive and lazy as Yang Fan, who is so unfocused on absorbing and refining spiritual medicines. What kind of future will he have?

Prodigal son, this is!

The teacher on duty sighed in his heart, but in the end, he still held back.

Because there is no reason!

After all, it is someone else's own magic medicine. No matter whether it is spending money, relying on connections or relying on his own abilities, it is all their own things. How to use it is someone else's freedom.

Even if he flushed all the spiritual medicines into the toilet, no one could find any advice.

The teacher on duty has no reason to accuse Yang Fan and even teaches him how to use his cultivation resources. The school does not have such regulations, and that is not the scope of his responsibility.

So, the only thing he could do was to look at Yang Fan silently with an excited smile on his face, leaving the No. 1 training room with a very casual look.

Then, the teacher on duty made a truthful record on his observation record:

"Yang Fan, a student of Grade 329, a martial artist at level 8, a first stage of mental power awakening, and a time of cultivation, one hour and twenty-five minutes. Taking spiritual medicine: Level 2 spiritual cultivation; refining time: 0; mental power cultivation progress: 0; potential assessment: 0."

Yang Fan returned to the classroom of Class 29 with confidence. There was a teacher in the classroom where he was attending classes normally. Yang Fan pushed open the door of the classroom with a report, and then he began to look at the teacher talking on the podium with a little dumbfounded glance.

"Huang Zhong? Why did he get better so soon?"

Yang Fan was surprised. Two hours ago, he clearly saw Wang Zhe smashing Huang Zhong's stomach with a punch, completely destroying Huang Zhong's dantian and martial arts foundation, and looked pitiful with only half of his life left.

But now, he appeared on the podium of Class 29 again intact. How could this girl recover so quickly?

Could it be that the South China Martial Arts School also has ambergris liquid similar to that in the body of the Golden Giant Mang that can instantly recover any injuries in the body?

Yang Fan suddenly thought of the magical medicine he got in the game. Even the level 4 demon broke the tiger king's throat instantly, allowing it to be resurrected with full blood. Isn't it a little bit to cure Huang Zhong's dantian?

"In my memory, the golden giant seemed to die in the hands of the South China Grandmaster. The ambergris liquid seized at that time must have remained, but it has been more than 130 years since it has passed, and hasn't been used up yet?"

Yang Fan was stunned and felt that it was unlikely.

Even though the golden giant poison sac is not small, the ambergris liquid contained in it is more than ten kilograms, but after so many years of use, even a hundred kilograms should have been used up long ago, and it is impossible for it to be stored for so long.

"It seems that there are really a lot of good things in the warehouse of the school fund department! There are even magical medicines like ambergris that can make people resurrect in an instant! If you have the chance, you must make some!"

For a moment, Yang Fan began to drool. It seemed that the top three in tomorrow's resource battle had the opportunity to go to the school-funded warehouse to select spiritual medicine resources.

"It turned out to be Yang Fan. I heard Principal Chen say that you went to the training room of the school’s funding department, but I didn’t expect you to come out so soon."

After seeing Yang Fan, Huang Zhong twitched his mouth, his pupils tightened, and his fists clenched for a while before suddenly letting go.

Immediately afterwards, a kind and sincere smile appeared on his face, and waved at Yang Fan, saying, "Since you are back, then take your seat quickly. The college entrance examination is about to be held. Everyone should not slacke in every second!"

"Thank you, Teacher Huang!"

Yang Fan bowed politely to thank him, then stepped into the classroom and headed straight to his back seat, as if there was no unpleasantness between him and Huang Zhong.

On the way back, all the students in the class stared at him with an alien look, shocked, confused, fearful, and fearful. They all made Yang Fan feel a little embarrassed and felt that he had become much more handsome again.

After returning to his seat, Yang Fan found that An Sheng was also staring at him in a daze. Yang Fan couldn't help but raise his hand and touched his handsome face, and asked An Sheng softly: "What's wrong, fat man, I haven't seen him for only two classes, so I don't know me anymore?"

An Sheng nodded honestly: "To be honest, I really don't dare to admit it. Yang Fan, are you sure you just went to the training room, not the hair washing room?"

"How many meanings?" Yang Fan was stunned. He thought An Sheng would ask him what his relationship was with Wang Zhe. Unexpectedly, the first sentence that popped up from An Sheng's mouth was actually a hair washroom?

"Look at it for yourself!"

An Sheng kept laughing and handed Yang Fan a small mirror. Yang Fan took it and saw that he was shocked and snapped, and then he directly crushed the mirror in his hand to pieces.

Who is the monster in the mirror with a black purple face?!

When did my handsome face and flowing black hair turn into this ghost? Who is framed by me?

Yang Fan was shocked and angry, and at the same time, his old face was ashamed and hot as he realized it.

Just now, he actually swayed in the school with such a purple-dyed head. No wonder the younger sisters who had just met on the way back to the classroom would run away when they saw him in horror.

No wonder these students in the classroom just now looked at him like they had seen a ghost. Even Huang Zhong felt obviously startled when he saw him.

Fortunately, he always thought that these people were shocked by his sudden increase in martial arts cultivation and Wang Zhe's cousin standing up for him and beating Huang Zhong and Charlotte.

Now it seems that's not the case!

He was hacked by the teacher Zhu from the school’s fund department!

Either Principal Chen Guang was deliberately messing with him because he was unhappy with him or was jealous of his handsome face!

Yang Fan's persecution had relapsed, and he began to wonder who was hurting him.

"Yang Fan, the spiritual medicine you received at the school funding department is not a second-level spiritual herb, right?" An Sheng suddenly thought of a possibility and asked Yang Fan in a low voice.

Yang Fan nodded. Did they do anything to tamper with the spirit grass? It’s really unforgivable!

"No wonder." An Sheng suddenly realized, and then asked Yang Fan with great experience: "I guess after you got the spirit grass, you should have directly chosen to swallow it, right?"

Yang Fan nodded again, and at the same time he began to feel a little frightened. Could it be that the sacred grass is not for eating?

"Anla!" Ansheng chuckled and said, "Don't worry, this is just a side effect of taking yuling grass. It's normal, but the head and hair have changed a little color and will automatically dissipate in a few days, and will not have any adverse effects on you."

"Actually, as long as you ask more questions to the school funding department teachers when you get the medicine, or be a little polite to them, they will carefully tell you how to take the medicine you need."

An Sheng smiled at Yang Fan with a tone of an experienced person and said to him with a treacherous smile: "I'm sure you didn't ask too much when you got the medicine, or when Teacher Zhu or Teacher Zhao was selling you the legendary high-level spiritual secret method, you didn't act positively, and even thought they were liars."

"Otherwise, they will definitely tell you in advance that the best way to use Lingling grass is to apply externally to the forehead, rather than swallowing it directly."

“Huh?!”

As soon as An Sheng finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. After looking at Yang Fan in confusion, he directly poked out his mental power and scanned Yang Fan's body without saying a word.

"Yang Fan, have your mental power broken through?!"

"And I was promoted to the level above and directly became a second-level spiritual master?!"

An Sheng was shocked!

He could not sense any sign of mental power in Yang Fan's body. This was almost impossible unless Yang Fan's mental power had far exceeded the spiritual limit of him, a first-level spiritual mind master!

But how is this possible?

Even if Yang Fan takes the spirit grass, there shouldn’t be such a huge breakthrough?

Is it so easy to achieve a second-level spiritual master?

This coach has been practicing hard for three years and is still at the peak of level one, which shows the tenacity of the second-level mental barrier. Yang Fan, a rookie who has just awakened his mental power, has no experience in practicing. How did he get past the mental barrier between level one and level two?

This is unscientific!!

Yang Fan curled his lips and looked at the fat man An Sheng with contempt. Now he knew he was shocked? Didn’t he smiled happily just now?

I am also a second-level spiritual thought master, how could I be so fictitious? I really think that everyone will be trapped in the realm of a first-level spiritual thought master like you, and I will not make any progress?

Yang Fan suddenly felt shivering and gave An Sheng a mental sting without hesitation. An Sheng was shocked. The depths of the sea of ​​consciousness were like thunder. His whole body suddenly became numb and stiff. He had not recovered for a long time.

After about half a minute, he slowly woke up from the strong stimulation of the mental sting, looking at Yang Fan with his eyes straight, his expression in his eyes was shocked:

"Are you wrong?"

"Is this guy Yang Fan a monster? He has actually surpassed the third level! Now he has become a third level spiritual master?!"
Chapter completed!