Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 434: It’s not good, the ancestors are not good

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"Low, low Xuan class?"

The Yuchi clan's eyes widened in disbelief, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Master Eight, with your qualifications, even if you can't enter the High Profound Class, you can still enter the Middle Profound Class! Why did you go to the Lower Profound Class?"

Because there were two in front, both Ye Qingqian and Ye Fengru who entered the Gao Xuan class directly.

In their concept, the low-level class is the most inferior class.

"I...I think the Dixuan class is very good." Ye Fengyu was yelled at, and was stared at by the ancestor Zong Sen's gaze again. His back fell cold, and he lowered his head and said, "I'm in Dixuan. Class, can learn more..."

"It's the low-level class I let him go to." Ye Qingluo interrupted Ye Fengyu's words, her voice flat, "The college Xiaoyu went to has completely abolished Xiaoyu, and he must consolidate himself. The low-level class is the best place for basic training."

The reason she opened her mouth to explain was that she didn't want to see Yu Chi's shock, the smugness in her eyes stimulated Ye Fengyu.

Children of Ye Fengyu's age are the most vulnerable in their hearts, and they like to think wildly.

If really, under the suggestion of Yuchi's clan, think that the low Xuan class is the most wasteful class, it is likely to blow Ye Fengyu's mind to consolidate the foundation.

However, this explanation is an extremely far-fetched excuse in the ears of the ancestors and Yuchi.

In the division of classes in Xuan Academy, which class can she go to when she says she wants to go?

"Wait, you demon class...what's the matter?" The ancestor narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Qingluo in surprise.

She heard about Qingluo's performance during the assessment.

Break the twelve hours set by a genius mysterious man hundreds of years ago, and pass the admission examination record, and the new record set by Ye Qingluo is half an hour.

Twelve hours, and half an hour.

This contrast is so obvious!

After that, he shined brightly during the ability assessment.

Such grades can't be assigned to the Demon Class, the class synonymous with waste!

"Do you want to go out to play with the trash of the Demon Class?" The old ancestor's face was pale, and the wooden fish in his hand was knocked off with a thud.

The thing that ancestors hate most in their lifetime is waste.

Although she hates Ye Qingluo, Ye Qingluo represents Sanquan Sect after all.

Even into the class of demons?

If it were passed out, how would others laugh at the Devil's Class?

The more the old ancestor thought about it, the anger on his face couldn't be concealed.

It’s no wonder that Ye Qingluo doesn’t think about making progress, and even thinking about going out during the holidays.

Dare to let those wastes be destroyed.

"Tomorrow, I will go to the elders to have a good chat, the class of the devil...you must not stay anymore!"

Ye Qing squinted her eyes, and the corners of her mouth evoked an arc of a smile but a smile: "Is the Demon Class a waste? I will not stay in the Demon Class. It has nothing to do with the ancestors."

"You!"

"The most important thing is...Old ancestors, the age is different now, and your words are not as good as they were in the past. If Shangxuan Academy can be easily moved, it will be the best academy."

The old ancestor's face was blue and red. Although Ye Qingluo's words were indeed truthful, a junior said in front of her that she couldn't hold her old face!

"Miss Seven, what you said..."

Seeing that the ancestor was angry, Yuchi immediately stepped forward, stroked the ancestor's chest, handed her tea, and turned his head to look at Ye Qingluo.

"The ancestors care about you and think about your future. If you don't want to, why do you use words to stab the ancestors?"

The ancestor drank a sip of tea, and succumbed to his anger.

A pair of dark eyes, staring at Ye Qingluo coldly.

Ye Qing tickled the corner of her mouth, counting the time, the real good show should almost be staged.

She got up and smiled very gracefully: "If you have time to care about me, it would be better to care more about your lady Ye who graced the family..."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw an entourage rushing in in a panic: "It’s not good, it’s not good, the ancestor is not good..."