I Really Want To Go Against The Sky Chapter 242: The team recognizes and is ready to go!

Five minutes later.

An Sheng finally stopped hiding.

Jin Wenze looked upset and thought he had a chance. He bullied him and waved his fist again to greet Ansheng’s chubby face.

He wants to avenge this revenge, he must make An Sheng also panda eyes!

Brush!

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

No matter how fast he punches, the force on his fist is explosive again, and his figure is still still uncontrollably again when he is about to approach Ansheng.

The whole body is imprisoned and cannot move.

This time, An Sheng did not play any more heartbeats, and no longer kept Jin Wenze's fist only one centimeter away from the tip of his nose.

When Jin Wenze was about one meter away from him, he used force to imprison Jin Wenze's body. Then he raised his right fist and moved his thoughts, and Jin Wenze's body floated out of thin air, ringing in midair. Three hundred and sixty degrees, he took the initiative to hit An Sheng's fist.

Boom!

An Sheng's fist hurt for a while, and he took a breath.

The defensive power of the warrior level is really not covered, even the extremely fragile eyes can shock his fist.

However, in any case, he finally put a panda seal on Jin Wenze's right eye, and finally symmetry.

It’s cool.

After watching this kid, dare to dare to arrogant in front of his handsome, hum, dare to look down on him, this is the end!

Now, An Sheng even wants to hold up a **** and shouted at Chu Feiyun several people: Who else!

"This is... mental restraint?!"

"An Sang is really a spiritual teacher?"

On the one hand, Chu Feiyun couldn’t help but exclaimed. Before that he had doubts about An Sheng’s strength. Now that he sees that An Sheng controls Jin Wenze’s body floating around in the air, he is more flexible, and he is more affirmed. Kind of guessing.

The little fat man named Ansheng in Grade Three and Grade 29 is a spiritual teacher!

Spiritual teacher!

There is no one in a million. Among the South China Martial Arts School, except for the 28th class of Hu Yangcheng, which was only announced yesterday, he unexpectedly awakened his mental strength because of the mock test in "Salvation". He has never listened before. Said who else is so lucky.

Now, the strength shown by this An Sheng is no longer as simple as mental awakening.

This guy was able to use his mental power to imprison Jin Wenze, who lives at the level of martial artist, indicating that his spiritual training has at least reached the level of first-level or even second-level spiritual teachers.

Spiritual practice like this is definitely not something that can be achieved in a short time.

It’s really deep enough to hide!

Chu Feiyun sighed in his heart, and suddenly glanced at Yang Fan who was standing opposite. These two guys are from the bottom class of Class 29, and they both like to play pigs and eat tigers. .

Is it pretending to hit your face or something, is it really that interesting?

Chu Feiyun is really incomprehensible. As the saying goes, geniuses such as Yang Fan and An Sheng, who like to gather together by class and people to divide into groups, why do they like to be mixed with a group of trash doomed to have no achievements?

Especially, Yang Fan is mixed up with the despicable situation like "The Shame of South China". Every day when someone is pointing and scolding for waste, is it really that cool?

Aren’t these two people sick?

Zhu Yuchen and Duan Xiaorui were also surprised, and at the same time turned their heads in disbelief to Chu Feiyun.

"Boss Chu, you read that right, is that fat man really a spiritual teacher?"

Zhu Yuchen couldn't help asking out this joke, but it was not funny at all.

Chu Feiyun said: "You can’t go wrong. Ordinary rune appliances don’t have the ability to manipulate and move others. This is the spiritual power exclusive to spiritual masters."

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

Although they don’t know the spiritual master group very well, they know the rarity and strength of the spiritual master.

Millions of spiritual teachers are hardly seen among the federal warriors, but they are not joking.

Seeing that his strength was only one chip lower than them, Wen Ze was now controlled by An Sheng in the air like a doll.

At the same time sigh.

God, is this blind? Why is this very fat little fat man in front of him awakening his mental strength, but these handsome and handsome martial geniuses are not so well treated?

Don’t say that the value of the face is everything, why is it so bad?

On the opposite side, An Sheng is only a second-level spiritual teacher, with limited mental strength, and can only barely control Jin Wenze for about three seconds.

After three seconds, Jin Wenze’s psionic energy was rejuvenated, and his ability to move again was restored.

However, this time, he didn't feel angry like before, and continued to attack Ansheng with his fist.

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

After knowing that An Sheng may be a spiritual teacher, he has been controlled by his body twice in a row and told Jin Wenze that he is not yet an opponent of An Sheng.

If An Sheng is really a spiritual teacher, it means that, up to now, An Sheng has not used the fighting method he is best at to deal with him, otherwise a spiritual attack, with his current martial will, is basically Can't resist.

The mental attack of the spiritual master has always been known for being tough and hard to guard against. If An Sheng really gave him such a look, Jin Wenze would definitely be ugly, and even serious injuries might be possible.

"Classmate Jin, do you want to continue?"

An Sheng looked up proudly and looked at Jin Wenze with a vigilant look on his face. He enjoyed the surprise, fear and incredible eyes of his opponent, which made him feel very accomplished.

Jin Wenze took a step back cautiously, and sounded and asked, "Are you a spiritual teacher?"

An Sheng raised his chest and said: "I introduce myself again, I am An Sheng, a second-level spiritual teacher, An Sheng!"

There should be screams and applause here!

An Sheng glanced dissatisfiedly at the surrounding audience. Chu Feiyun and others all looked at him stunned, shocked and surprised, but none of them spoke out loudly.

It's really disappointing.

This is his first show as a second-level spiritual teacher!

It's so difficult for these people to show a little admiration and envy little eyes, and then shout a few words of 666.

"Okay! So far."

Yang Fan interrupted An Sheng with a loud voice. He knew the dead fat man very much, and he had to endlessly. If he was allowed to show off like this, one morning would not be enough for him.

"An Sheng is a team member specially recruited by President Chen Guang as a secret weapon of our South China team. I hope all students will pay attention to confidentiality, at least before the start of the competition, do not disclose this news."

Yang Fan solemnly explained to Chu Feiyun the four of them, and the four looked awkward, and Zheng focused on the head.

At this time, no one has questioned the existence of An Sheng. As a second-level spiritual teacher, An Sheng's existence can indeed be used as a killer tool at a critical time.

Spiritual teacher, very rare.

The four are even a little excited in their hearts. After all, they usually have a hard time having the opportunity to fight with the spiritual master.

"Formally know, Ansheng classmate!" Duan Xiaorui took the lead and gently extended his right hand to Ansheng: "Grade 3, Duan Xiaorui, I am very happy to meet you!"

An Sheng stepped forward, grabbed Duan Xiaorui's tender and boneless hands with both hands, and smiled and said: "Fortunately, I will have heard of the name of Duan Xiaomei, today I finally saw a real person!"

Duan Xiaorui smiled softly and shook his right hand slightly, and easily withdrew his little hand from Ansheng’s two pig claws. "Classmate Ansheng is really funny."

This fat man wants to take advantage of his old lady, hum!

An Sheng has some unsatisfactory intentions, and once again complains about his martial arts talent. If the martial arts training is not only the fifth grade of martial arts, Duan Xiaorui will never get out of his hand so easily, how can he hold for a few more seconds bell.

Zhu Yuchen also came over at this time, and also extended his right hand to An Sheng: "Zhu Yuchen, the first grade of senior three, pleased to meet you!"

An Sheng lighted his lips, just wanting to say that Lao Tzu never shook hands with men, but he heard Yang Fan cough without a trace.

The little fat man shook his body and quickly extended his right hand with Zhu Yuchen politely: "Fortunately, I will meet you! Classmate Zhu Yuchen, I am very happy to know you!"

Following Jin Wenze, with two panda eyes, he walked to An Sheng again and reached out his right hand: "Let’s meet again, Jin Wenze in grade three and grade two."

"Don't fight, you don't know each other!" An Sheng saw a pair of dark blue eyes on Jin Wenze's face, without any embarrassment. He reached out and held a firm grip with Jin Wenze, and said, "Classmate Jin, let's learn from each other in the future! "

Jin Wenze's mouth twitched, and there was no answer.

Lao Tzu is not a masochist. Before you can be absolutely sure, the silly fork will go to you again!

Finally, only Chu Feiyun didn't come. Yang Fan's eyes shifted slightly, and he turned to look at Chu Feiyun.

The same is true for Zhu Yuchen, Duan Xiaorui and Jin Wenze. Now that everyone is a team, since they have agreed with each other, wouldn’t it be more inappropriate if they are not so gregarious?

Feeling the eyes that everyone looked at, Chu Feiyun stepped forward, took a deep look at An Sheng, and then slowly extended his right hand: "Grade 3 Chu Feiyun!"

Simple and straightforward, there is nothing to please you.

An Sheng Yi Le, this guy is very proud.

"I know you, the first genius of the South China Wushu School in a century, our star student this year." An Sheng reached out and shook his hand, saying: "If there is no brother Fan, you must still be us A brother from South China!"

Chu Feiyun is a little bit hurt.

Why is this dead fat man so beaten up, I really think that you are a spiritual teacher and no one can take care of you?

Chu Feiyun exerted a little pressure on his right hand, An Sheng’s bones clucked, and the plump Xiaofei’s face was almost deformed with pain, and he blushed and his neck was thick.

Chu Feiyun, who killed thousands of knives, dared to take the black hand.

An Sheng is also polite, and his mental power bursts out immediately, and a mental stab came directly to Chu Feiyun's head.

Chu Feiyun's face was reddish. Afterwards, he flicked his head like everyone else and smiled lightly at An Sheng.

His guess is indeed true. The mental power of this little fat man can only deal with the martial arts class 2 and below. The impact on the martial arts class like him~IndoMTL.com~ is not as serious as imagined.

"Student An Sheng, we must be close and close in the future, I am very optimistic about you."

Chu Feiyun patted An Sheng's shoulder heavily, showing a rare enthusiasm.

An Sheng was shocked, was photographed to vomit blood, and his right hand was like a fire.

The strength of Chu Feiyun was completely beyond his expectations. His proud spiritual impact had no effect on Chu Feiyun.

Yu Shou!

It’s too much!

An Sheng couldn't help but cast his eyes on Yang Fan for help. Chu Feiyun's enthusiasm, he could not bear it.

Yang Fan gently skimmed his head, as if nothing seemed to be seen.

This dead fat man is definitely the kind of master who gives a little sunshine, and if he doesn’t give him a lesson, his tail can be lifted into the sky.