Chapter 8 Xuanmo, waste materials

After another half month, Xuanmo still stayed at the level of a first-class fire warrior. No matter how hard he practiced, it was difficult to take half a step forward.

At this time, Xuanmo's situation was gradually known by the students of the college, and the evaluation of Xuanmo was gradually replaced by disdain and ridicule. In the mouth of the students, they gradually became known as Xuanmo waste materials, but Xuanmo could only bear it silently.

The relationship between Xuanmo and Lianyue is also jokingly called genius and waste materials by the students. They are all stupid talents, but this does not affect their relationship too much.

Since Xuanmo finished practicing every day, it was basically dark, and Wang Zhi and others only had five o'clock after class. Therefore, they don't eat with Xuanmo every afternoon. Xuanmo can only go to the canteen after practicing alone.

On this day, Xuanmo still practiced for a day as usual. When it was dark, Xuanmo stopped practicing. Touching the already purring stomach, he walked straight to the canteen.

I still hear other people's sarcasm from time to time on the road.

A girl whispered to another girl, "Isn't this the waste material of Class Two?"

Another girl quickly replied, "Yes! I heard that he has been more than three months and hasn't broken through the first level yet!"

"I don't think he can become a fighter no matter how much he practices."

"Alas! Yes! It's better to go back to the countryside to farm earlier."

Listening to the fading sarcasm, there was no change in his expression on Xuanmo's face. Maybe Xuanmo really didn't care about this, maybe Xuanmo was used to being ridiculed like this, or maybe Xuanmo was suppressing his emotions. But no matter what, it can be seen that Xuanmo always adheres to a heart that never gives up.

When he arrived at the canteen, Xuanmo only needed a small cage of steamed buns, ten steamed buns in a cage, and only 3.5 copper coins, which was both affordable and cheap for Xuanmo, so Xuanmo almost ate small steamed buns every day.

At this time, a discordant voice came into Xuanmo's ears.

"Isn't this a celebrity in our college? Xuanmo, is it a waste material?" Xuan Mo looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall figure, followed by a group of senior students, walking towards him with their heads held high, and this person was Tang Ting, whom Xuan Mo had not seen for a long time.

Tang heard them walk to Xuanmo and look at the steamed buns he ate. His eyes showed strong disdain. "The poor are poor, and waste materials will always be waste materials. If you give you another hundred years, you can't catch up with my strength."

Xuanmo clenched his fist. Xuanmo never liked Tang Ting, even hated him and hated him. He said lightly, "Who am I? I don't need you to evaluate. Please be respectful."

Tang Ting was still so rude and said to Xuanmo, "Kid, don't think that with the support of the little girl Lianyue, you dare to be rude to me. Let me tell you, you think the little girl Lianyue really likes you. She is sympathizing with you and pity you, haha! Who would like a civilian and a waste?

After saying that, he asked the people behind him, "Are you right?"

The students behind Tang Ting said with one voice, "Yes!"

Listening to Tang Ting's sarcasm, Xuan Mo's fists are clenched. After all, no matter how much Xuan Mo doesn't care, he will not care about Tang Ting's insult to him. Xuan Mo endures his emotions. He doesn't want to conflict with Tang Ting, because he knows that he doesn't have this. Strength, then got up and said coldly to Tang Ting, "Please get out of the way."

Tang Ting looked at Xuan Mo and suddenly remembered what Lian Yue had said. He didn't want to provoke the Huolian family, so he waved back and said to Xuan Mo, "I have something to do today. Please forgive you first. You will never become a fighter." After saying that, he took the students behind him to the canteen.

Looking at Tang Ting's departure back, thinking about what he just said, "Is Xiaolian sympathizing with me? It's impossible. She is really nice to me, but... How can she be so kind to me as a commoner?" Xuanmo's heart was like two people talking to each other.

After a moment, Xuanmo clenched his fists and said to himself, "Alas! No, no matter what, as long as my strength improves, I will not be sympathized and have the ability to protect Xiaolian, so I'd better practice hard.

After saying that, Xuan Mo trotted all the way to the dormitory.

I came back to the dormitory and chatted with Wang Zhi and others for a while. Because they were all different magic, I discussed their cultivation methods and experiences.

In fact, after the formal class, they will talk about their different magical cultivation experiences every night. Wang Zhi is now a five-level soil warrior, a silver wolf two-level wind warrior, Link two-level light warrior, and blue ice three-level water warrior. After calculation, only Xuanmo is still a first-class fire warrior.

Then, after chatting, they went to bed separately.

Xuanmo wants to change clothes tomorrow, so he took out a set of washed clothes from the cabinet. However, when he took out his clothes, a small red ball rolled out of the cabinet. Xuanmo picked it up, looked at it carefully, and unconsciously smiled at the corners of his mouth.

This red ball was given to him by Feng Yang three months ago. Because Feng Yang asked him to come to him with the fire crystal nucleus three months later, Xuan Mo put it close to the cabinet and never moved it. Gradually, he forgot about it.

At this time, Xuanmo took this very rare fire crystal nucleus and remembered what Feng Yang said to him at that time, "I absorbed the energy of this crystal nucleus, and maybe I can break through." Thinking of this, Xuanmo had a little more happy expectations in his heart.

Xuanmo has decided to go to Fengyang to absorb the fire crystal nucleus tomorrow, so he went to bed early. Before going to bed, he still held the fire crystal nucleus firmly in his hand, with a sweet smile on his face.

The next morning, Xuanmo was still running on the playground with Lianyue. Obviously, Xuanmo was much better than at the beginning. Thirty-nine laps an hour was not very tired.

They soon finished today's running training, but Xuanmo seemed to be much more silent today and went to class earlier.

The morning is still a theoretical class, and the afternoon is a practical lesson. Xuanmo asked Xia Yu for leave early. This was the first time Xuanmo had asked for leave since he fainted last time, so Xia Yu also agreed.

At noon, after dinner, Xuan Mo took the fiery crystal nucleus and walked to the windy office to the door.

"Dangbang" Xuanmo gently knocked on the door and whispered, "Is Dean Feng there?"

"Please come in." Hearing an extremely strong voice, Xuanmo pushed the door and went in.

"Hello, Uncle Feng!" Xuanmo said respectfully as soon as he entered the door.

Feng Yang, who was writing, raised his head and saw Xuan Mo. He smiled and said, "It turned out to be Xiao Mo. Sit down first."

Xuanmo sat on the chair and lowered his head to Feng Yang and said, "Uncle Feng, you must know my situation. I have been a first-class fire fighter for three months. Can you help me?"

Feng Yang looked at Xuanmo, got up and came out from behind the desk, walked to Xuanmo's side, and put his right hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, Xuan Mo felt a soft energy spread all over his body.

Feng Yang looked a little strange. He slowly withdrew his right hand, turned back, put his hands behind him, and whispered, "The strength of the body has reached the peak of the second level. How can the magic of the first level be less than half of the first level? Even if it is a natural magic body, it can't be like this!"