Class is a very familiar and fresh thing for Yuwei.

In the past, there were also classes in China.

But the immortal Tao has developed to an extremely high level. Due to the technical differences and the existence of "divine thoughts", their "classing" is completely different from the martial arts world.

Mortals in the Earth Star China will enter the Taoist temple and "give the talisman" when they grow up to a sufficient age.

After that, you can access the Xuanwang, an information structure with countless divine thought structures.

That is a real "a ocean of knowledge". Mortals can swim in it and learn the knowledge they need by relying on the passes given by the talisman.

If you need to step closer, there are also immortals in the Taoist court teaching the Dharma, and the Heavenly Venerable in the Heavenly Palace preaching is a smooth learning system, and at least the true soul of the Yuanshen will be recommended.

Of course, there is no such condition in the martial arts world.

Yuwei walked into the classroom and saw only desks, with students in groups of three or three, and an empty podium in front of them.

Hearing the footsteps, some people looked up and were stunned when they saw Yuwei.

The white-haired and golden pupils looked too prominent, and they fought with Yuji several times. Now, Yuwei is known to everyone and is immediately recognized by these students.

"It's that amazing freshman!"

Some people spoke out and quickly attracted the attention of the entire classroom:

"It is said that I am easily defeated by him, and I am afraid I have the blood coagulation level!"

"It's not said that I've seen him confront Yu Ji in the cafeteria, and even without any initiative to take action, Yu Ji flew backwards!"

"Really, such a young child!?"

"Is Yitong next to him? Why did that guy hook up with the freshman?"

A group of people whispered to each other, and their eyes were gathered on Yuwei and the others from time to time.

Yitong said "Hey!", raised his head, acted like a fake tiger's power, and walked to the front position with Yuwei.

He looked at several students he seemed to know, and his eyes showed pride.

Yu Wei glanced at Yi Tong and thought this magic weapon was quite interesting and really "played" some kind of role.

Perhaps, this is how the magic weapon passes the time for thousands of years.

Yuwei and Yitong walked towards the front seats and glanced at the students along the way.

These students are all in their teenage years, much bigger than Yuwei's body "Lu Yao".

But their cultivation is far inferior. With a swipe of spiritual thoughts, they can see that most of them are only in the realm of forging tendons, and only a few have the level of bone change.

These young girls who have changed their bones did not wear the robes of the Martial Arts Mansion, but instead had various gorgeous clothes, which obviously came from the aristocratic families.

Those students at the level of forging muscles are all from ordinary families.

This is normal, too.

Ordinary people only entered the Martial Palace in their teens. Now they have just been training for a year or two, so it is good to be able to rely on blood medicine and posture to enter the forging of tendons.

Not everyone can rely on themselves to catch up with the blood of the aristocratic disciples and the cultivation speed of dual irrigation of resources. Even the most arrogant and foolish person in the non-arist family still has a powerful father and huge martial arts resources.

This difference in cultivation and family background has caused obvious differences among students.

Yu Wei looked at it and found that the students of the Yi Bone Realm of the aristocratic family sat on both sides of the ordinary forging muscles, presenting two groups.

The Martial Palace itself is an organization that arises from conflicts between the imperial court and the aristocratic families.

Now that the aristocratic family has allowed their disciples to infiltrate, the Martial Arts Mansion will naturally have confrontation when trying to absorb it.

"As expected." He nodded and sat down in his seat.

Yuwei sat in front, and the students behind were still staring at him and talking.

In such a commotion, the classroom door opened again.

A woman who looked very young walked in.

Her face was gentle and graceful, her eyes were full of intellectuality, and she had a sense of maturity with infinite wisdom.

But her figure is very petite and delicate. At first glance, she only looks like a young girl, not even bigger than the students present.

Only the costume that represents "Zhengling" on her body shows that this is not only not a student, but also a Martial Arts Mansion Zhengling with a high level of martial arts cultivation.

The man was about to step into the classroom and glanced at the bottom, and his eyes stopped at Yuwei.

She widened her eyes slightly, with a little surprise, and then showed a gentle smile:

"It seems that we have a new student."

She walked into the lecture hall and said to Yuwei:

"Hello, I am An Wei, you can call me An Zhengling."

"What should I call this student?"

Yuwei blinked and answered truthfully: "Lu Yao."

An Zhengling smiled softly: "Lu Zhengxue, welcome you to the Wufu."

"All classrooms in Wufu are open, and all courses are available for study. You can choose your own courses."

“It is a wise choice to choose my course.”

She said, picking up a stack of books in her hand.

With a trembling five fingers, more than a dozen books were shaking in her hand, turning into afterimages and flying out, accurately landing on every student's desk.

"Dong!" A heavy sound echoed.

Yu Wei's eyes turned, and she watched as the book was made of some special structure outside and the extremely hard book was smashed on the table, and the entire iron-wood table shook.

When he came in, he found that every table was a little uneven and was still thinking about what was going on. Unexpectedly, it was smashed every time he distributed a book in class.

Yuwei glanced at An Zhengling: "I didn't expect that Zhengling looked gentle and petite, and her movements were quite violent."

An Zhengling didn't know what Yu Wei was thinking and said to everyone:

"Okay, we won't chat anymore and take the class seriously."

She glanced at Yuwei and said seriously with a gentle expression:

"Since someone is attending class on the first day, I will talk about the first thing I need to know in the Wufu."

An Zhengling looked soft and soft:

"That is, except for our Martial Palace, all aristocratic sects are backward systems."

As soon as these words were said, many students were stunned.

Some people also showed helpless expressions, as if they had been used to it for a long time.

Yuwei also blinked: "So direct?"

Only Yi Tong showed a good look and looked very happy, looking "Sure!"

An Zhengling continued:

"Studying in the Martial Arts House is the most correct way forward in the world."

"The aristocratic family is becoming increasingly corrupt, and the sects are all in the land, so it can be said that they are all pigs and dogs."

"Only our Martial Palace is invincible in the world!"

A student from a noble family was immediately dissatisfied and stood up and said to An Zhengling: "Zhengling said this?"

This young student from a noble family should be from the Zuo family and the Ye family. Although he is not a direct line, he has been vigorously cultivated by the clan and was sent to the Martial Arts Mansion.

Such people are very proud of their family.

He said, "The family has been passed down for thousands of years, originating from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, ancient kings, and monarchs from all over the world. It is almost humane history itself, passed down from blood, and is extremely stable!"

"Martial arts are the transformation of life, and the inheritance of bloodlines of aristocratic families can continue the transformation of bloodlines of the previous generation, and each generation is better than the next!"

An Zhengling looked at him and snorted coldly: "Ignorance!"

"Both blood is bound by the blood, but it is bound by the blood."

"The hundreds of countries in the Western Regions still regard bloodline nobles as their respect. Only the top-ranking people can open up their bloodlines of gods and demons. The nobles have almost developed into another race and will never give the people the force that they can compete with."

"The bloodline of such a clan is too convergent and develops like a pool of stagnant water."

"The result was that when Donghuang conquered the world, billions of people in the entire Western Region could not produce ten real bodies!"

"Even in Zhongzhou, there are hundreds of saints working together to defeat the world of the aristocratic families and establish a sect!"

The students of the aristocratic family widened their eyes, opened and closed their mouths a few times before refuting:

"What do you say about that sect?"

An Zhengling tilted his head and nodded again:

"Hundreds of saints resisted the princes and established sect holy lands, and indeed recruited disciples and developed martial arts."

The students of that aristocratic family were happy and said proudly:

"Yes, such a sect is also a sect holy land formed by aristocratic families!"
To be continued...