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"Do you know about Indian pancakes?" Ye Qian trembled in fear as he heard Ye Qian's playful and teasing voice. Ma Liu didn't know what Ye Qian was going to do next, and he had never even heard of some Indian flying pancakes.

All of their gazes were gathered on the stage. Those female students no longer had any worries or fears, but were all curious, curious as to what Ye Qian was going to do next.

Ma Liu cried out, but he did not even have the space to react. Ye Qian then let out a loud laugh: "Go fly, Pikachu!"

Using some force to grab Ma Liu's wrist, Ma Liu was sent flying into the air, following which, everyone saw an astonishing scene. When Ye Qian let go of his hands, his 1.76 meter long body was easily thrown up by Ye Qian. After that, he turned into a straight line, flew over the heads of the students in the classroom, and directly flew towards the black board report at the back of the classroom.

Those students sitting in the middle of the classroom suddenly lowered their heads, watching a figure fly over their heads. They were so scared that cold sweat covered their foreheads.

"My god, this code is also okay …"

This kind of feeling like a human traversing the mountains was best known to Zhao Longxing. Zhao Longxing muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over, and he was unable to regain his senses for a long time.

In a short moment, all the students in Class 11 understood what was meant by an Indian flying biscuit.

Ma Liu's body spun twice in the air, and with a bang, he smashed onto the newspaper at the back of the Class 11 classroom. However, he did not fall down, his entire body was like a big biscuit as he stuck onto the newspaper.

Terror, speechlessness, and awe filled his heart. For a moment, all of his emotions surrounded his Class 11.

Class 11's classroom was standardized, and was around ten meters long. He threw a 1.76 meter tall man over ten meters into the air without reducing his strength. The inertia force directly threw him onto the blackboard, sticking to him. How much strength was needed to do that! He didn't even dare to think about it.

In the entire Class 11, all the students turned around to look at the black board newspaper behind them.

Let alone these students, even the bunch of hoodlums brought by Zhou Zhaoyang were dumbfounded. They had seen strong people before, and they had all seen capable people fight, but they had never seen anyone with such strength. At this moment, those hoodlums were all pondering about one question: with such strength, was this guy even human?

The first to react to the shock wasn't Zhou Zhaoyang, nor was it those hoodlums, but was actually Liu Rong.

Liu Rong had originally wanted to bring Zhou Zhaoyang and the others to find trouble with him, and after Zhou Zhaoyang and the others finished beating him up, he would pick the peaches himself, and then ruthlessly humiliate Ye Qian and get back what he had done. But Liu Rong did not expect Stupid Ye to become so terrifying, so much so that he did not look human.

At a time like this, Liu Rong was not in the mood to watch the commotion.

Liu Rong was witty, but Zhou Zhaoyang was troubled by it. He brought a group of over a hundred people to find trouble with a single student, looking very aggressive, but now, he had not even succeeded in finding a single one, and was unable to even enter the classroom. If this matter were to spread to the martial arts world, it would make people laugh their teeth off!

Just as Zhou Zhaoyang was about to bring his men and rush in, Ye Qian moved once again. He raised his hand without a trace of politeness, and turned all of the people Ma Liu brought in into flying pancakes.

He didn't even have the chance to scream miserably before he heard a few bangs. At the back of the classroom, there were a few more big cakes on the newspaper.

"Brother Zhou, what do we do? This classroom door is so small, and that kid has a hidden weapon. If we rush in like this, it would be all for nothing!"

The little hoodlum behind Zhou Zhaoyang was worried about the chalk in Ye Qian's hand, but what Zhou Zhaoyang was considering was completely different. With Ye Qian's strength, he could actually throw Ma Liu out like a flying biscuit. Since this was the sixth floor, if this fellow went crazy and threw a few of the people he brought down, his life would be over.

Thinking about that, Zhou Zhaoyang trembled, he retreated a few steps, and started sweating profusely. He originally thought that he already knew how powerful Ye Qian was, but he didn't think that he would still underestimate Ye Qian's methods.

"Brother Zhou, what should we do now?"

The group of hoodlums brought by Zhou Zhaoyang could only take advantage of the situation. Once they met with such a strong counterattack, everyone was like ants on a hot pan, and lost their sense of propriety in an instant.

At this time, Ye Qian unhurriedly organized his exam papers, stood up from the lectern, and sneered towards Zhou Zhaoyang who was standing outside the door: "Zhou Bapi, I didn't think you would be able to find this place, not bad, not bad, looks like your master is really anxious!"

Ye Qian's words caused Zhou Zhaoyang to be shocked, he had never thought that Ye Qian could actually guess that there was someone behind him.

However, as a loyal lackey, Zhou Zhaoyang knew who he relied on to survive.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Zhou Zhaoyang denied immediately, and then, his eyes rolled around for a long while: "Ye Qian, I, Zhou Zhaoyang, have come to find trouble with you today. This is the school classroom, I don't want to fight with you here, but it would be bad if I hurt the other students. If you have the guts, come with me to the field. I'll skin you alive! "

Zhou Zhaoyang was also feeling extremely helpless, because fighting with Ye Qian in the classroom would be impossible for him. More than a hundred people could not open it, and as long as Ye Qian stood at the door, he would definitely pass through it alone. Moreover, Ye Qian's godly powers were astonishing, and this was the sixth floor, if he was not careful he would lose his life. Therefore, Zhou Zhaoyang could only open his mouth to threaten Ye Qian, hoping that he would be able to avoid it. After all, these Class 11 students were not people that Ye Qian could fight.

Of course, Ye Qian understood what Zhou Zhaoyang was thinking, but as an expert of Cow-tiger State, he was not afraid of these hundred over people.

With a tranquil laugh, Ye Qian said: "Alright, we'll go to the sports field then. Coincidentally, I haven't had enough of it just now, the sports field is big, so we can have a good fight there!"

Seeing that Ye Qian had agreed, Zhou Zhaoyang was immediately overjoyed.

"Alright, then I'll bring some people to wait for you at the school field!"

Zhou Zhaoyang waved his hand: "Let's go!"

After he finished speaking, the hundred over people majestically followed Zhou Zhaoyang downstairs, and headed towards the school field. It was already time for class, but there were still a lot of students outside watching the movement of Zhou Zhaoyang's group.

"Look! Look! They're coming down!"

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but it's said that they came to look for Ye Qian in the second year of high school Class 11?"

"Wow, they really came to find Stupid Ye, then how is Stupid Ye, is he already dead and crippled?!"

"Nope, I heard that Ye Qian is taking the exam and had arranged for them to duel on the field!"

"Damn, Stupid Ye is awesome, there must be more than 100 people here, does he really dare to go?"

"Who knows? Let's just follow them and see!"

Since the establishment of No. 1 High School, there had never been such a large scale brawl. All the students were very curious, so they risked their lives to skip classes in order to watch the commotion. A group of three people, two from a group, and many others headed towards the sports field.

However, they did not dare to get too close. They could only stand at the periphery.

On the roof of the third year of high school, Shi Ting was still holding onto his binoculars as he watched. He was a little confused: "What's going on, what is Zhou Zhaoyang doing, didn't we ask him to go and kill that fool Ye Qian? Why are you bringing so many people to the sports field? "

Just as he was speaking, a figure rushed over from the rooftop's entrance while gasping for breath: "Young Master Ting, something new, something new!"

"What's going on? Is Ye Qian really dead!? " Shi Ting put down the binoculars and asked excitedly.

"No, no. It seems like Zhou Zhaoyang was unable to get any benefits from bringing his people to the second year of high school. On the contrary, the few people who rushed into the classroom were actually taken care of by Ye Qian. "

When Shi Ting heard this news, he gnashed his teeth in hatred. "Trash, a bunch of trash.

"Hehe, Young Master Ting, don't be anxious. It was said that Zhou Zhaoyang had arranged for Ye Qian to fight on the field. The field is huge, and even if Ye Qian can fight, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape this time! "

Shi Ting heaved a sigh of relief and snorted, "If I don't kill Ye Qian this time, I will make sure that trash Zhou Zhaoyang gets lost!"

Zhou Zhaoyang had already become the focal point of the entire school for the moment. Feeling the gazes of fear and reverence from the students, Zhou Zhaoyang still enjoyed it a lot.

"Brother Zhou, do you think that brat will come? Are you sure you don't want to play any tricks with us? "

"He dares?" Zhou Zhaoyang snorted, then giggled: "But even if he wants to play any tricks, it's useless, the Young Master Ting has long blocked his back, even if he calls the police, the police will not come."

"Heh heh, Brother Zhou is still the best of the best. On the field, we have so many people beating him up, so how can we not kill him? "

"That's right, that's right! I think that kid only has a little bit of strength, so it's not that big of a deal! "

With a rod and a blade, Zhou Zhaoyang brought his men straight to the sports field. Because it was in the morning and there weren't many classes for physical education, the field seemed empty.

However, the moment Zhou Zhaoyang stepped onto the grass patch, a voice suddenly scolded: "Who are you people? "Do what?"

Zhou Zhaoyang glanced over and saw a man standing not too far away from him. The man was around forty years old and had a scholarly appearance. He wore a suit with a golden frame, and looked like a scholar.

After he finished speaking, the person rushed over to Zhou Zhaoyang, pointed at him and berated him: "This is a middle school, you don't seem to be our students, so please leave this place immediately, don't affect our school's everyday lessons!"

Zhou Zhaoyang tilted his head and laughed. He did not expect that a seemingly powerless guy, who looked like a teacher in school, would actually dare to point at his nose and say something. It was simply inconceivable.

"F * ck, what the hell are you? You dare to talk to our Brother Zhou like that! Are you looking for a smoke? "

Without waiting for Zhou Zhaoyang to say anything, a delinquent beside him rushed forward, wielded an iron rod for a moment, and fiercely smashed it onto the incoming person's head.

The person's eyes turned cold, releasing a cold light, he dodged to the side, then grabbed the lackey's metal rod and fiercely kicked his lower abdomen, immediately, Zhou Zhaoyang and the other lackeys saw the lackey who was in front stagger, and flew out.

Seeing his own person being kicked flying, Zhou Zhaoyang suddenly took a deep breath, "F * ck, old fellow, your hands are pretty tough!"

Casually throwing the iron rod to the side, the man snorted, then turned to Zhou Zhaoyang and said: "I'm the Principal of No. 1 High School, Jiang Tiansheng. I'll say it again, hurry up and get out of here, or I'll make you all lie down and leave!"