The next day.
"Hei Hu... come on, let's spar!"
Although Ye Fengchun was exhausted like a dead dog yesterday, in reality, any young person who has reached this stage possesses a certain toughness. Early this morning, he got up and even took the initiative to invite.
His eyes were eager, as if they were saying, 'Come on... let's have fun... let's hurt each other...'
Xun Heihu glanced at him, shook his head, and mentally apologized, then found the head instructor Yu: "Head Instructor Yu... I have entered a grade."
"What?"
Although he spoke softly, the square was filled with martial artists, all of whom had sharp ears and keen senses.
Head Instructor Yu's eyes shone brightly, her hands flew as she pressed various points on Xun Heihu's body.
Xun Heihu's skin tensed almost like a reflex, his bronze color deepening with a hidden power ready to burst forth.
"Not bad, not bad... your body is like a bronze figure, strong as a bull... indeed a sign of entering the ninth grade."
