The Daily Life of the Immortal King

This scene made Wang Ling stunned for a moment. He was sitting in the shade of a tree pretending to be resting, which should be a rather inconspicuous position. However, Wang Ling missed a point. This position was right in front of Fang Xing, and it was actually quite close to Fang Xing.

As a result, just after Teacher Ye finished speaking, Fang Xing walked towards him step by step.

"This classmate, can you lend me your sword?" Fang Xing smiled, his expression seemed very natural and relaxed.

In the bottom of his heart, Wang Ling didn't want to borrow it. For a cultivator, any exclusive magic weapon is quite private. And most importantly, Jingke had a very special meaning to Wang Ling.

After Fang Xing finished asking, the two of them didn't move and looked at each other from a distance of more than one meter. This was the first time Wang Ling looked directly at Fang Xing. One sits in the shade of a tree, the other stands in the sun, the two are in stark contrast.

Under the sun, Fang Xing's hair was slightly brown. It's still the white short sleeves and a pair of blue striped sweatpants. His face was very white, which made Wang Ling feel that if he wore women's clothes, he must be a good player...

After a full minute of silence, Wang Ling finally reached out and handed Jing Ke out.

Because he really couldn't stand the hot eyes of the girls around him.

The current Fang Xing is like a sun, and it is dazzling as soon as he arrives at No. 60 High School. Wang Ling actually had an expectation in his heart that if he refused Fang Xing's request, he would probably be hated even more than if he did not borrow it.

Therefore, although Wang Ling borrowed the sword, he didn't like Fang Xing very much in his heart...

He hadn't read Fang Xing's intention to borrow his spirit sword, everything seemed natural. But Wang Ling had a feeling in his heart that Fang Xing did it on purpose.

Of course, handing over Jing Ke to Wang Ling also has his own purpose. Jing Ke has his own consciousness. If Fang Xing is really tricky, he will definitely be able to detect it with Jing Ke's strength.

As a result, the next physical education class has completely become Fang Xing's personal show.

In previous years, No. 60 Middle School's performance in the district's school league sports meeting had been poor. As the teaching and research team leader of the sports group, Mr. Ye always had a headache. This year's elite class of No. 60 High School finally came to a few sports students such as Chen Chao. In addition, he suddenly discovered Fang Xing, a good seedling today. Teacher Ye felt that this opportunity should not be missed.

Fang Xing stood on the starting line holding Jingke, waiting for Teacher Ye to start. In the case of using the teaching spirit sword before, Fang Xing ran ten laps and one and a half minutes.

If using the normal spirit sword, the error in the final result is no more than 30 seconds, that is, if you can still run within two minutes, Mr. Ye feels that the running events in this year's 60th High School Talent League Games are basically stable.

Following Ye Laoshi's wave, Fang Xing started to run along the track.

The jogging speed of the cultivator...is much faster than the sprint of an ordinary person. As soon as Fang Xing started, he brought a series of afterimages, making the girls around him instantly become a cheerleader.

The girls were cheering, while the boys were discussing gossip. As a transfer student, Fang Xing was a bit out of touch, causing some boys to be unhappy.

But this kind of unhappiness can only be pressed in my heart. Now at this juncture, whoever is fighting against Fang Xing will definitely have no good fruit to eat. If you want to be ignored by girls, even if you are looking for trouble in private, it is very likely that you will not be able to fight!

How to say something... I just like that you don't like me, and you can't get rid of my expression.

Wang Ling felt that this sentence was very appropriate for Fang Xing now.

For the first six laps, Fang Xing ran surprisingly easily, Jingke was stably controlled above his head, floating in the air.

When he handed Jingke to Fang Xing, Wang Ling had already made Jingke as relaxed as possible, and tried to intensify Fang Xing's consumption of spiritual energy.

To Wang Ling's surprise, Fang Xing actually endured it.

On the seventh lap, Fang Xing's cheeks finally dripped with sweat, and the speed obviously slowed down a bit. Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, this speed is still a series of phantoms... Therefore, Teacher Ye's eyes have always been closely following Fang Xing, and his mind is highly concentrated.

This slight difference in speed, Mr. Ye has been teaching physical education for so many years, is actually very sensitive.

Wang Ling was sitting under the shade of a tree watching the play. He was stunned when he saw Chen Chao propped up on his waist: "Classmate Fang Xing...that's too perverted!"

Wang Ling felt that this "perverted" sound should be a great compliment to Fang Xing. Chen Chao's level has reached the standard of a first-level athlete in the realm of Huaxiu Kingdom's foundation-building period. Fang Xing's eyes are mostly judgmental, so that Chen Chao can say such a thing is enough to prove that Fang Xing is unusual.

But Wang Ling always felt that Fang Xing was far from being as simple as it seemed.

Wang Ling looked at the runway. In the blink of an eye, Fang Xing had already reached the ninth lap, and with the cheers of the girls around him, Fang Xing changed his slow pace and suddenly started to speed up. .

On the tenth lap, he passed in front of Teacher Ye like a gust of wind, and the stopwatch finally stopped at 1 minute and 31 seconds.

"Too...too powerful!" Teacher Ye looked at the stopwatch and almost jumped up with excitement.

Under the normal use of the spirit sword, the difference from the previous one is only one second!

Moreover, the most important thing is that the spirit sword Fang Xing used was Wang Ling's. It was not his own spirit sword, and he did not sign a contract. Under the circumstance that the level of tacit understanding was relatively low, he actually ran out more than a sports student. Excellent grades... Teacher Ye suddenly felt that he had found a treasure!

After the run, Fang Xing's face turned a little red, while panting, he came to Wang Ling to thank him, and returned Jingke back.

When he took over Jingke, Wang Ling already knew for sure that Fang Xing's specific realm was far from being as simple as the foundation-building stage.

What is this man hiding?

This feeling of not knowing the origin made Wang Ling a little uncomfortable.

Fang Xing lifted up his white short sleeves, wiped his sweat, and smiled brightly: "Classmate, thank you! Oh, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

Wang Ling hid the depth in his eyes under Liu Hai Hai.

This is the second time the two meet each other.

Before he could speak, Chen Chao, who was beside him, had already interjected: "His name is Wang Ling, and he is a master who doesn't like to talk much."

Chen Chao has always been a familiar one, and he always has an inexplicable affection for the top players in sports. So the impression of the other party waking up is not bad.

"Oh, it turned out to be classmate Wang Ling." Fang Xing nodded.

Suddenly, he looked at Teacher Ye who was beside him: "Mr. Ye, have all the people at the league games gathered?"

Mr. Ye touched his chin and thought: "The specific lineup has not yet been determined, but this year our school will take the city's focus, so this time the competition in the district should still be taken seriously. Principal Chen asked me to come up with the strongest lineup. Let's For the two elite classes, you and Chen Chao have already secured places."

"Like This……"

Fang Xing smiled and looked at Teacher Ye with his teeth bared: "Actually, I think classmate Wang Ling is quite strong. Let him come with you?"

"..."

Wang Ling saw it now.

This... is definitely intentional!