The System Takes Me to Practice

Gongsun Wulong came outside, and instantly unfolded the terrifying late Mahayana spiritual sense, and found Yang Fan in no time.

In the blink of an eye, Gongsun Wulong came to Yang Fan's side.

Yang Fan was lying on a rock under the shade of the tree, with Erlang's legs tilted, and he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Sun Xiaoyou, the lecture on alchemy has already started, come with me."

Yang Fan had already noticed it when Gongsun Wulong discovered his spiritual sense, so Yang Fan didn't care about his arrival.

"Started so soon?"

Yang Fan came directly with a carp to fight.

Gongsun Oolong's mouth twitched, thinking: So fast...

Yang Fan soon followed Gongsun Wulong to the meeting room, but he was the only one to enter.

At this time, many students began to complain in the meeting room.

"Look, someone is coming."

I don't know who shouted.

When everyone looked around, they saw Yang Fan walk in lazily.

"It turned out to be a special-class student, and thought it was Song Teacher."

"Hey, when will Teacher Song come?"

What they didn't know was that Matsunaga was in the conference room behind them, and he saw everything in his eyes.

"I really want to know how little friend Monkey King explained."

Matsunaga didn't care about the complaints of students in the meeting room.

"Hey, you have gone to the wrong place. There is where Master Song sits."

The second male student in the first row reminded him kindly when he saw Yang Fan walking towards the podium.

However, Yang Fan didn't seem to hear him, regardless, he walked towards the stage.

"Hey, didn't you hear what I said? Teacher Cautious Song is here and will drive you out."

Yang Fan glanced at it. She was a girl with thin eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a green shirt, tightly bound, her figure proud, her eyes were very watery, her black hair hanging down like a waterfall on her fragrant shoulders, her features were delicate and her skin was fair. The standard melon face is a very beautiful beauty.

In an instant, Yang Fan drew everyone's eyes to him.

"Is this a fool? Senior Sister Liu Xiangxue had already reminded him so, and he still walked toward the podium like a death."

The girl who reminded Yang Fan of her green-clothed melon-seeded face was Liu Xiangxue. She was a fifth-rank alchemist and a protégé of Song Yongju. Among all alchemy students, her position was second only to Yuyuan, a half-step sixth-rank alchemist. .

Liu Xiangxue is five hundred and forty-eight years old this year, in the early stage of integration. At this age, he has the strength of the initial stage of the fit, and his talent is absolutely the top rank. In addition, he is a fifth-grade apothecary, so he is a sweet pastry.

If Liu Xiangxue leaves the Sacred Heart Academy in the future, even the royal family will draw in.

Yang Fan was very fast. After arriving at the podium in the blink of an eye, he looked at all corners of the meeting room. In the eyes of most of the students, Wang Road saw sarcasm, contempt, and gloat.

Twenty exchange students from Xinghuo Academy also came, but they were very far behind, in the last row.

"Sorry for being late, I will take this class today."

Huh!

As soon as Yang Fan said this, the scene instantly boiled, and the clamor was endless.

But it's more swearing.

"Don't be kidding, you just want to teach us alchemy? Sacred Heart Academy is no longer a teacher of alchemists?"

"Boy, I don't care who you are, get out of here right away."

At this moment, a person stood up, and Yang Fan looked at him. He was a chubby male student wearing a black robe, who was still a special class student.

Yang Fan recognized it. Two days ago, when I saw a group of special students from Yu Yuan, there was this fat man in that group.

"What's your name?"

Yang Fan asked.

"Wang Zhenggui!"

Wang Zhenggui raised his head, looking invincible in the world. He was a little short, fat, and a thick neck, which made him look like he didn't have a neck.

"It turns out that you are a fourth-rank alchemist."

Yang Fan noticed that Wang Zhenggui had a badge of the Fourth Stage Alchemist issued by the Apothecary Union on his chest.

"of course!"

Wang Zhenggui looked at Yang Fan with a contemptuous look.

He said.

"I don't know what grade alchemist you are?"

After other people heard it, they quieted down, and wanted to know who gave Yang Fan the courage to stand on the podium.

Ma Xiaoli, who was in the last row, was very angry, and really wanted to tell Yang Fan's identity directly.

Duan Liao, who was sitting not far from Ma Xiaoli, folded his hands across his chest, looked at Yang Fan with a sneer, and said.

"See how you end up!"

"me?!"

Yang Fan thought for a while.

"The grade is not high, so it's the eighth grade."

"What? 8-Rank! Hahahaha..."

Wang Zhenggui pointed at Yang Fan and laughed.

The other students of Sacred Heart Academy laughed similarly after listening.

But except for a few people.

One is Liu Xiangxue, and there are several students sitting in the middle. There are males and females, but they are all magnificent, soft and luxurious, and their temperament is obviously not comparable to other students.

"Haha, kid, I have to say that you are funny. Forget it, you just need to kowtow to us and apologize. Forget about this, we won't tell Teacher Song about this."

Wang Zhenggui couldn't keep up with his smile.

"Today, Mr. Matsunaga will not come here. I really do this class."

Wang Zhenggui's laughter stopped abruptly, and the party room fell into dead silence.

"What the hell, why would the academy arrange for you to give us a lesson in alchemy? Do you know how to make alchemy?"

"That is, we want Song Mentor to give us a lecture!!!"

"He actually called Mentor Song's name directly. This is disrespectful!"

"..."

Just when Yang Fan became the target of insults by the students, he stood up alone and attracted Yang Fan's attention.

That person is Ikuhara.

Bang!

Ikuhara slapped his palm on the table again, then stood up and said gloomily.

"Wasting my time."

Then walked towards the door.

"This **** thing!"

In the meeting room, Matsunaga was so angry that he wanted to go out and grab Ubara back, but he was firmly grasped by Tuoba Shuhua.

He clearly knows what Yang Fan has said, that is, that nothing happens to interfere.

Seeing that Yu Yuan had walked out of the meeting room, Yang Fan didn't have any expression on his face, it was a kind of indifference.

Then Yang Fan swept his eyes to everyone.

"Give you a chance, whoever wants to leave, can leave now, and you will not be punished by the senior management of the college. I can guarantee this."

Many people were moved by this, but after a minute, no one dared to take the lead.

About five minutes later, Yang Fan became a little impatient, said.

"Give you the last five minutes, and those who are left, I assume that you want to listen to my lecture."

Hh hhhh...

Yang Fan's words seemed to be a stimulant. Among the more than 10,000 people at a time, nearly seven or eight thousand people got up and left the meeting room. Fewer than three thousand people remained.

Among them are the few beautiful and handsome students with aristocratic temperament in the middle.