The Daily Life of the Immortal King

The 40-meter blue-steel broadsword straddles directly in the center of the playground, and the blue-gray blade surface is also scattered with the rays of sunlight reflected back... What kind of picture is this? This knife is like a weapon left by the ancient demons in the world, and it feels heavy just by looking at it.

The crowd was silent.

Teacher Ye also took a deep breath: "Student Fang... Doesn't your knife have the function of shrinking?"

Many large weapons will have a functional "shrinking symbol" implanted during the production process to ensure that the blade can be carried around. According to common sense, the 40-meter broadsword should be shrinkable.

Unfortunately, Fang Xing followed and shook his head: "This is a relic left to me by my father. It is said that during the casting process, the forge master was stimulated by his lovelorn and suffered from intermittent Alzheimer's disease. Symptoms, in the most critical step of making this broadsword, I failed to put the shrinkage in it."

Everyone: "..."

"..."

For some reason, Wang Ling always felt that Fang Xing's experience was strikingly similar to his own. He remembered this intermittent Alzheimer's disease, which he took a lot of effort to cure the old man.

Teacher Ye sweated a little: "Then Fang Xing will still use the teaching spirit sword this time... But in order to cooperate with the school's physical education class, it is suggested that Fang should be equipped with a normal-sized spirit sword or spirit sword. it is good."

"Okay, Teacher Ye."

Fang Xing nodded and accepted it happily: "Nei...Mr. Ye, can you put the knife away for me?"

Teacher Ye twitched the corners of his mouth: "Can't you take it back yourself?"

Fang Xing sighed: "My 40-meter broadsword, it's hard to get it back when I pull it out... So in normal times, I usually don't let it out easily."

Teacher Ye wanted to cry without tears: "..."

The knife weighs 6,000 jin, and when Ye Teacher lifts it up by himself, he can't balance it well. The aura of the storage space has the function of automatic acceptance. As long as a part of the item enters the storage space, it will be automatically recognized and stored.

But when the 40-meter big knife was placed on the playground, because the body of the knife was too large, the handle of the knife was over two meters high from the ground.

In the end, Mr. Ye found another physical education teacher in the office. The two raised the knife together and slowly put the handle of the knife into Fang Xing's school uniform pocket.

This scene looked a bit strange, but Wang Ling always felt that Fang Xing seemed to be hiding something.

Because when the knife was taken back into Fang Xing's pocket, Wang Ling clearly noticed that Jing Ke seemed to tremble slightly in his hand.

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Because of this knife, the physical education class was delayed for a quarter of an hour, and the warm-up exercise before the official class had just begun. The playground of No. 60 Middle School is not big, only 400 meters in a circle. Usually, during the warm-up, Mr. Ye would ask the students to jog 4,000 meters at a constant speed while holding the sword in four minutes, that is, ten laps.

But this time, because there was too much time delay, Teacher Ye also increased his requirements, limiting the time for boys to 2 minutes and for girls to 3 minutes.

Jogging with the sword in hand is already quite difficult, and now the time has been shortened, making a group of boys complain. Wang Ling was jogging in the middle of the queue, and the basic training in the foundation-building period didn't make him feel much, he just thought he was a sparring partner. And he doesn't need to control Jingke at all, because Jingke is conscious.

Chen Chao led the boys to run in the front row. Although he looked very tired, Wang Ling felt that Chen Chao could obviously continue. Before entering the No. 60 High School, Chen Chao was a sports student, and he was better than here in terms of endurance competition. Most of them are excellent.

On the other hand, Guo Erdan was sweating profusely when he ran to the fourth lap, and there was a vague rhythm of falling behind.

Master Erdan has a wide heart and a fat body. As a foundation-building stage jogging, of course, it is not a problem, but it is very demanding to control the sword while jogging. Normally, when he was warming up with the teaching spirit sword, Guo Erdan ran quite hard. This time, he has to manipulate his own exclusive spirit sword to run, and the consumption of spiritual power has increased sharply.

Of course, Wang Ling was right behind Guo Erdan, and with a little thought, Guo Erdan could run more easily. But doing so would harm him instead. The foundation-building stage basic training course at this stage is still quite important. The current foundation is directly linked to the upper limit of future realm growth.

Therefore, Wang Ling never made a move.

On the seventh lap, Wang Ling noticed that all the classmates around him were already sweating profusely. He immediately manipulated his spiritual power to condense the water in the air on the surface of his skin, which looked a bit like sweating. look.

Otherwise, everyone around him was sweating, and he didn't have a drop of sweat himself, which seemed so strange.

After the 2-minute jog, Guo Erdan collapsed directly on the ground, gasping for breath. Chen Chao supported his knee and kicked Guo Erdan's thigh, making him stand up and move around more.

After that, the girls' jogging warm-up was over, and all the girls, except for Sun Rong, were not doing much better.

Wang Ling sat on the side and rested a little bored. He saw that most of the people in the field looked tired and about to die. Besides himself, there was also... Fang Xing.

After ten laps, Fang Xing didn't even blushed or was out of breath, which shocked Teacher Ye. He felt that the physical strength of this transfer student was very good, even if he was teaching the spirit sword to control the sword and jogging, it would not be so easy. And most importantly, he also deliberately limited the boys' time.

"Student Fang's physical strength is good!" Teacher Ye couldn't help but praise.

Fang Xing touched his head embarrassedly and looked very modest: "In my original school, the school building was at the foot of the mountain, and I had to walk 20,000 steps every day to go to class. It may have been practiced at that time."

"So it is." Teacher Ye nodded. He had heard of Fang Xing's school, the most strict boarding aristocratic private cultivation school in Jinghua City, Tianshi Dizhong.

"Your grades are outstanding!" Teacher Ye glanced at the blueprint and stopwatch in his hand.

He had a record time just now. In the last three laps, Fang Xing obviously increased his speed, and Chen Chao, who directly overtook the leader, was the first to finish his warm-up. The overall completion rate was faster than Chen Chao's, it only took one and a half minutes clock time.

"In two weeks, the district sports meeting in our district will start. I want you and Chen Chao to represent the boys in our school to participate in the Relay Run under the Control Sword." Teacher Ye stared at Fang Xing and put forward his own request .

Unexpectedly, Fang Xing agreed immediately: "No problem, Teacher Ye."

"If you are asked to jog with a normal spirit sword, do you think your spirit power consumption is enough? Why don't you take a break, let's test it again?" Teacher Ye said.

"Okay, Teacher Ye." Fang Xing nodded lightly.

"I'll help you borrow a spirit sword first!"

Teacher Ye looked around: "Who would like to lend his spirit sword to Fang Xing?"

"I don't need Teacher Ye, I'll borrow it myself."

Fang Xing smiled and waved his hand.

Then, Wang Ling saw this person and walked towards him step by step.