After traveling to the world of cultivation, it seems that I am still in college

The girl never turned her head again and listened to the teacher with the class.

The teacher of the practical class is an old man. I don't know why there are old men in the world of cultivating immortals to prolong life. Everyone seems to respect him very much and calls him Mr. Wei. I heard that the old man's full name is Wei Bohuan. He was the teacher of this course when the headmaster was just a disciple in the sect, so the headmaster also respects him very much. Not to mention that they all hope to get the guidance of Mr. Wei and become the next headmaster.

Damn, what are you dreaming about? With Hengli here, how can the position of the head of the sect go to anyone else? Qin Shuxue didn't know that it was too early for her to say this. She instinctively felt that there was someone above her.

Old man Wei respected the students' wishes, so he cleared his throat and asked the students in the lower class directly: "Since we are doing a practical exercise today, what do you think about sparring with the upper class?"

Of course, the lower class people desperately refused. If they fought with the upper class, they might be killed by the upper class if they didn't take the upper class seriously. The Five Elements Technique couldn't defend against it, so it was just a pure competition of who was more resistant.

Old man Wei shook his head repeatedly. Without this fighting spirit, how could there be any progress? In recent years, the qualifications of students have been getting worse and worse. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He blurted out: "You are really the worst class I have ever taught! You don't strive for progress!"

Fortunately, I was in the middle class, so I wasn't scolded directly. Qin Shuxue patted her chest to calm down, but she probably heard this kind of talk in every class, so she didn't take it seriously.

"Situ Xiayan!" the old man suddenly called out the name.

"Here." The girl answered loudly. Qin Shuxue then realized that her name was as flamboyant as her, and it had four characters. But why did other people's names sound so good, while hers sounded so rustic... (I'm definitely not saying that the names of readers with the same name are rustic, it's just that the heroine likes to complain too much. The heroine didn't really say that everyone's names are rustic, please don't mind.)

"You can be a representative. Are you from the upper class willing to compete with the lower class?"

"Of course," Situ Xiayan said righteously, looking like a follower who had been used to being a teacher. "Studying with each other is a beneficial way to improve. If you want to lag behind others because of fear, why come to my Chongyun Sect? If you only want to live a comfortable life, why do you come to cultivate immortality?"

Damn, Chongyun Sect is run by your family? You have no right to scold us! Everyone in the lower class thought in unison.

Old Man Wei nodded with satisfaction, his expression softened a lot: "Since Situ Xiayan has said so, the upper class doesn't mind your lower class's low abilities, so don't shirk your responsibility. Of course, everyone should stop sparring when it's appropriate. If you use too much force, I will report it to the head of the sect and investigate whether there are other intentions."

How come I came to class and got a lecture? Qin Shuxue was speechless. Her level was so bad, she wanted to know how much worse the lower class could be. Old man Wei asked people to draw a few lots. She was happy to be idle, leaning on Yu Feiling like a boneless person to watch the fun.

"Everyone, please read the rules of our competition first, and then draw lots to find your opponents."

Without him even shouting to start, the female disciple from the upper class attacked the male disciple from the lower class. Her attribute was obviously fire, and although she could not condense into a stable form, she still caught the opponent off guard with a stream of fire. The boy retreated in panic, but the corner of his clothes was still burned, and the fire instantly grew bigger.

Old man Wei instructed from the side: "Use water magic to summon water."

But the boy knew the truth, but he just couldn't cast any spells, like a car without oil that stalled several times during the ignition stage. He could only summon a few drops of water.

Old Man Wei was a little anxious: "Don't be distracted, your spiritual power is unstable, you can't use magic like this."

Qin Shuxue straightened up and summoned a ball of water to try it out. It was relatively smooth. Although her upper limit was only a bowl of water, it was much better than that boy. No, if this person could enter a sect, then could others who could not enter a sect really protect themselves? ? What is the meaning of popularizing magic? ?

The fire had already burned through the clothes and reached the male disciple. Old man Wei seemed to want to force the male disciple to help, and he was slow to act. Without him, the girl would not dare to rescue him. The girl also began to wonder if the boy would be severely injured. Would she also be punished by the headmaster? At this time, a stream of water came out from the crowd and poured accurately on the male disciple. Everyone looked over at the same time. It turned out to be Situ Xiayan. She had very precise control over spiritual power and could make water remain in any shape she wanted. Even if she put out such a fire, the water she summoned would not dry up.

I have to admit that Situ Xiayan is really strong. With this kind of talent, is it not enough to meet the requirements of the headmaster? How strong is Hengli? Qin Shuxue looked at her with envy. I am afraid that my ability can only stay at the current level.

Old Man Wei looked at Situ Xiayan with dissatisfaction, as if blaming her for her sudden action.

Situ Xiayan was not panicked. She walked up to the male disciple, took a closer look, and said to Old Man Wei in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Mr. Wei, everyone knows your good intentions, but this fellow disciple's body can't bear such injuries. If a simple sparring results in a death, I'm afraid it will also affect the reputation of our Chongyun Sect. You see, his clothes are stuck to his flesh. If he is not sent to the hospital, his life may be in danger, so I took the initiative to attack him."

Old Man Wei had no choice but to wave his hand and have the injured disciple taken away. He then asked the others to draw lots: "Remember, if you injure your opponent, don't wait until this moment to save him. But don't be afraid to attack because you are afraid of getting hurt. Even if you are not good enough, the doctors of Chongyun Sect are not useless."

Situ Xiayan turned out to be the little judge of justice! Qin Shuxue was even more excited, pulling Yu Feiling to praise Situ Xiayan like a little fangirl: "Oh my God, I have never seen someone so beautiful and so capable! Why doesn't the headmaster accept her? She is so strong, the teachers should be scrambling to get her, right?"

Yu Feiling pushed her away with disdain: "Keep your voice down, don't let her hear it again. There are many people who want to be her teacher, even the senior brothers and junior brothers of the headmaster, that is, our uncle, but she despises them all and insists on being the headmaster's disciple. If the headmaster doesn't accept her, she won't become his disciple."

"It's so unlucky. I drew a lot and heard you two talking about me behind my back. Why don't you like to be upright?" Situ Xiayan's voice sounded coldly above Qin Shuxue's head. She held a lot between her slender fingers. When Qin Shuxue turned her head to look at her, she let go and the lot fell on Qin Shuxue's face. Wasn't it her own name or something?

"I can draw you even in a lottery, you really haunt me." Qin Shuxue hated it most when others looked down upon her, but she couldn't compare to Situ Xiayan in any way. The little beauty looked at everyone with her nose, and she was a little impatient and secretly licked her face.

"Since Mr. Wei asked us to draw lots, it must be fair. What's wrong with following the arrangement? Did I do something to make you draw me? Do I look like I want to die?" Although she couldn't get angry at this face in her heart, Qin Shuxue still refused to admit defeat.

Situ Xiayan glanced at her and asked in confusion, "How come you can speak a few human words today?"