After leaving Di Jiaoxi's small courtyard, Han Feng rushed directly to the North Tower of Qianshan.
It is an attic located between "Shenglin Hall" and "Yunde Hall".
When Han Feng came to the north building, he saw some students heading towards the attic.
These students are almost all intermediate disciples, with powerful auras and fast bodies.
Han Feng stopped a kind-looking young man and asked.
"Senior brother, you also go to the North Building to attend classes?"
The young man glanced at the junior disciple mark on Han Feng's chest and was a little surprised, but nodded.
"Yes."
Han Feng asked hurriedly.
"Excuse me, senior brother, are there any instructors in the North Building to teach marksmanship classes today?"
"Marksmanship type."
The young man pondered for a moment, then suddenly nodded.
"By the way, I heard that today Instructor Dugu will be teaching on the top floor. It seems to be a marksmanship class. Junior brother can go and take a look."
"Teacher Dugu?"
Han Feng vaguely felt as if he had heard this title somewhere.
When the young man saw this, he smiled.
"Junior brother should be a new student."
"How does senior brother know?"
"Haha... The only people in the entire college who don't know about Master Dugu are the freshmen who are new to the college."
"Oh... Is this Dugu mentor famous?"
The young man said with a look of reverence.
"This is natural. Among all the instructors in Tiannan College, Master Dugu is definitely ranked among the top three in terms of strength. His marksmanship is superb and he has reached the level of a master.
Not to mention the front mountain, even the senior disciples from the back mountain, no one dares to be unconvinced! "
When Han Feng heard this, his eyes widened.
This Instructor Dugu is so powerful, and he is also a master of spear art. If you listen to his lessons, you will definitely be able to find a way to practice your spear intention.
After thanking the young man, Han Feng secretly sighed at his great luck and hurriedly climbed to the top of the attic.
There was only one classroom on the top floor, and Han Feng took a peek outside.
Good guy, most of the huge classroom is already full. There are at least forty or fifty people. Judging by their costumes, almost all of them are intermediate disciples.
You must know that there are only two to three hundred intermediate disciples in Qianshan, and there are so many gathered here alone.
This shows how popular this Dugu instructor's courses are.
It seems that there is no class yet, so I came at the right time.
Han Feng didn't think much and was ready to step in.
Unexpectedly, there was a man and a woman standing at the door of the classroom. Both were intermediate disciples. They stretched out their hands to stop Han Feng.
"You two, what does this mean?"
Han Feng looked at the two of them with confusion.
The woman glanced at Han Feng and frowned.
"Is this your first time coming to Beilou to attend a class? Instructor Dugu's class has thirty merit points per class."
"What……!"
Han Feng was stunned on the spot. He vaguely remembered what Qin Yan had said to him.
It seems that the instructors from the back mountain have to pay merit points when they come to the front mountain to teach.
But he never expected that the charges would be so high.
Thirty merit points, this is a three-month supply for former disciples.
This mentor Dugu is too evil!
Han Feng wanted to turn around and leave, but now he urgently needed to know how to practice "Gun Intent", so he had to listen to this class.
After thinking for a moment, Han Feng finally decided to use the old method of "exchanging spiritual stones for merit points".
However, this kind of thing is expressly prohibited by the academy, and Han Feng must choose a suitable partner for private transactions.
But when he glanced around, there was no one on both sides of the corridor, and Han Feng felt a little disappointed.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the stairs and climbed to the top floor at that moment.
Han Feng looked at the person who came, but couldn't help but be stunned.
The person who came upstairs at this moment was a woman in her early twenties, wearing a blue dress, tall and with perfect curves!
With Korean-style venomous eyes, it was immediately obvious that the woman's figure was definitely a perfect sporty figure, straight where it should be, and straight where it should be, with not a trace of fat between the waist and abdomen, and her body was delicate but elastic.
The woman's hair was tied into a simple ponytail, and her face without makeup had flawless and delicate facial features.
The most eye-catching thing is her eyes, which seem to contain thousands of stars, but with a cold and arrogant temperament in their depth!
I have to say that Han Feng was shocked at this moment.
In terms of appearance, women are on par with Chu Hanxin, Zhou Yunmei and Qin Fengqing.
Moreover, the unique temperament of the other party was something Han Feng had never seen before.
After a moment of confusion, Han Feng stared at the woman's clothes, but couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
There is no other reason than that the woman is not wearing the clothes of a college disciple.
With the experience of buying merit points in the spiritual pressure field, Han Feng knew.
Some students from wealthy families, especially female students, do not like to wear the clothes prescribed by the college.
Even at the risk of being discovered by patrolling disciples and having their merit points deducted, they are willing to wear what they like.
The woman in front of me must be of the same type!
This kind of girl has a rich family background, a strong sense of vanity, and is very egotistical.
As long as you follow their wishes, praise them a few words, and be sincere, it's not difficult to redeem merit points.
Han Feng was secretly happy in his heart and immediately hurried to greet him.
As he passed the woman, Han Feng gently tugged on her sleeve.
"Sister, please stay."
"Um……?"
The moment Han Feng reached out and touched the corner of the woman's clothes, a cold light suddenly emerged from the woman's pupils.
But after hearing what Han Feng called her, the cold light in her eyes immediately disappeared.
The woman turned to look at Han Feng without saying a word.
But Han Feng felt an inexplicable chill all over his body and became nervous.
"Uh... Senior sister, can I ask you a favor?"
The woman stared into Han Feng's eyes for a moment, and then uttered one word coldly.
"explain."
Han Feng was stunned when he heard this, and wondered to himself, are all the little girls nowadays so charming?
Do you think speaking word for word is cool?
But now that he was asking for help, Han Feng naturally did not dare to offend the other person, so he smiled in a hurry and whispered.
"Sister, can you sell me some merit points?"
When the woman heard this, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but froze, and then she stared at Han Fengdao after being stunned for a few seconds.
"You... are looking for me to buy merit points?"
Han Feng was shocked, looked around a few times, stretched out two fingers, and lowered his voice.
"Shh, senior sister, please keep your voice down. How about I trade you twenty spirit stones for one merit point?"
When the woman heard this, her face was expressionless.
When Han Feng saw this, his heart ached and he stretched out another finger.
"Thirty spirit stones, really no more."
Seeing Han Feng's guilty conscience and extremely painful appearance, a faint smile appeared on the woman's cold face.
That smile was so damn charming that Han Feng couldn't help but feel his heart shake.
When she was a little distracted, the woman said lightly.
"You come with me!"
Han Feng was stunned when he heard this, and then he understood.
This was an agreement to make a deal with him, and he was about to take out the spirit stone and give it to the other party, but unexpectedly, the woman turned around and walked towards the classroom.
Han Feng was confused in his heart, thinking that this girl actually trusted him. Do you plan to help him pay the merit points first?
Han Feng did not doubt that he was there, so he walked side by side with the woman and swaggered to the door of the classroom.
While waiting for the woman to pay merit points for him, he rushed into the classroom to find a good seat to listen to the class.
Unexpectedly, the expressions of the two intermediate disciples at the door changed, and they suddenly stood up, bowed in their direction, and said respectfully.
"Disciple meets mentor!"
Han Feng was shocked when he heard this, and quickly looked behind him, preparing to bow.
Unexpectedly, there was no one behind.
"Hey... Where can I find a mentor? Could it be that these two guys are playing tricks on me?"
Han Feng was confused when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the perfect figure standing next to him from the corner of his eye.
He suddenly realized something, his heart trembled suddenly, and the cold sweat quickly fell from his forehead...
Damn, no...it won't be so unlucky, right?
