Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Following Zheng Yue, they arrived at a field as large as a football pitch, covered in lush greenery and many machines were placed around.

These machines were able to test various physical data like the speed, strength, and agility that Bao Qiri had just mentioned.

17 students followed Zheng Yue, the old ghost, and the witch onto this lush green field.

"First, I'll test your speed. These tracks in front of you will be your battlefield. Please go over there and draw lots!" Zheng Yue announced.

There were four running tracks here, so only four students could test at a time. Therefore, they needed to draw lots to group them and see who would run first.

At the drawing place stood a woman whom Zhu Bufan recognized as the woman whose breast he had touched last night.

At the moment, she was dressed in a military uniform standing next to a rectangular table, still enchanting and beautiful, but now she appeared dignified, cold, and stern, unlike her approachable demeanor last night.

A cardboard box was placed on this rectangular table.

Zhu Bufan followed behind Mo Jianwai, shifting his steps awkwardly. Zhu Bufan hadn't expected to meet this woman so soon; having told himself last night that if he saw her again, he would surely take the chance to touch her, but seeing her like this, she must have a complicated identity!

Apart from Zhu Bufan, the other 16 students walked up, while Zhu Bufan stayed back, keeping his distance from the woman.

"Come, grab a ball!" said Liu Fei, carrying the cardboard box and walking around in front of the students.

Every time she reached a student, she paused to let them reach into the box and grab a ball with a numbered label.

When Liu Fei reached Zhu Bufan, she didn't stop but moved directly to the student next to him, letting that student reach into the box first.

Now, only Zhu Bufan and the student next to him had not yet drawn a ball. Liu Fei did not let Zhu Bufan draw first but waited until the last student had taken a ball, then pulled out a ball numbered 5 from her pocket and tossed it at Zhu Bufan.

17 students, four tracks; they had to be divided into five groups, and obviously, the group with only one person landed on Zhu Bufan.

After Liu Fei performed this action, her face remained expressionless. Then she spoke, "Each ball in your hand has a number. Now, please, number 1s gather together, number 2s together, and so forth."

Once Liu Fei finished speaking, the students instantly gathered according to their numbers, leaving Zhu Bufan standing alone off to the side.

Liu Fei glanced at the solitary Zhu Bufan, then strode towards Group 1.

"What's your name?" asked Liu Fei, holding a piece of paper and a pen, addressing a girl.

"My name is Song Yan," Song Yan replied.

"And you?" After recording, Liu Fei asked Ni Yan'er.

Ni Yan'er was still looking at Zhu Bufan standing alone.

"Classmate!" Liu Fei raised her voice.

"Ah!" Ni Yan'er exclaimed.

"What's your name?" Liu Fei asked sternly.

"Oh, Ni Yan'er!" Ni Yan'er responded.

Actually, Liu Fei was somewhat surprised. She had just seen Ni Yan'er looking at Zhu Bufan.

Liu Fei took down everyone's names and their respective groups on her paper and pen.

Soon, she approached Zhu Bufan.

"Name!" Liu Fei said emotionlessly.

"Little brother!" Zhu Bufan knew, being all alone in the fifth group, this Liu Fei was indispensable, and Zhu Bufan believed that even if he stood at the forefront, Liu Fei would still get him into the fifth group.

"I said name, you didn't hear it, did you? Are you deaf?" Liu Fei, of course, knew Zhu Bufan was doing it on purpose, but why would she give Zhu Bufan a good attitude? So, Liu Fei said loudly.

"I didn't say anything wrong, last night you kept calling out next to my ear!" In response to Liu Fei's loud voice, Zhu Bufan grinned and dismissively made a teasing remark.

"Really? I had no idea!" Liu Fei wasn't afraid and just pretended it never happened.

"Yeah! Last night, someone even hugged me, I still remember…" Zhu Bufan raised his voice.

"Zhu Bufan!" Liu Fei was speechless, not expecting Zhu Bufan to act like this.

Actually, Zhu Bufan just wanted to irritate this woman. If Liu Fei had kicked a bit harder last night, Zhu Bufan probably wouldn't be able to continue his family line.

People were confused, just now Ni Yan'er looked at Zhu Bufan because she saw Liu Fei pulling out a small ball from her body and handing it to Zhu Bufan, not because Zhu Bufan reached into the cardboard box to touch the small ball. She was very puzzled, so she looked at Zhu Bufan.

Now hearing the conversation between Liu Fei and Zhu Bufan, they realized that these two knew each other, but it seemed like there was a bit of a conflict between them.

"Gaga, you know my name, yet you still ask, is it because I didn't make you comfortable last night! Do you want…" Zhu Bufan shamelessly said.

"Enough from you!" Liu Fei roared angrily, cutting off Zhu Bufan's words.

After a while, a smile appeared on her face.

"Little brother, your little brother still looks pretty fine! Seeing this, I really should give you another kick." Liu Fei said to Zhu Bufan with interest, and unconsciously lifted her foot slightly.

Seeing this, Zhu Bufan's eyes almost popped out, he quickly covered his crotch with both hands, really, Zhu Bufan was quite afraid of this woman kicking him again at this moment.

"Luoluo…" Seeing Zhu Bufan in that state, Liu Fei suddenly chuckled.

Everyone saw Zhu Bufan's state and was confused.

Mo Jianwai just came over, looking sleazy, his eyes shining as he kept staring at Liu Fei. Seeing this, it seemed like there was something going on between Zhu Bufan and Liu Fei. He couldn't help but feel resentful and yelled to himself, "Oh heaven! This is so unfair! Why did Zhu Bufan hook up with two beauties as soon as he arrived, while I'm doomed to just watch small videos?"

Speaking of Zhu Bufan hooking up with two, one is currently here, the other one is Ni Yan'er, at this moment Ni Yan'er has a face full of jealousy looking at Liu Fei with hostility.

The first group.

Three women and one man.

Ni Yan'er, Song Yan, and Qingcheng Shangguan, plus a strong man named Dao Ge.

The four of them quickly stood at the starting line.

Two-hundred-meter sprint, four long straight tracks quietly lying there, devoid of any emotion.

Dao Ge glanced disdainfully at the three women racing with him.

It seemed that this time, he could easily secure the first place.

Shangguan Qingcheng, as her name implies, devastatingly beautiful, her beauty is unquestionable, but the coldness on her face is also extraordinary.

Zhu Bufan had seen many cold beauties before. But this woman felt like ice with thorns, emitting a freezing cold that seemed life-threatening if one approached her.

Dao Ge licked his bright red tongue, his face full of desire, blatantly staring at this woman.

And Shangguan Qingcheng had a calm face, as if this was none of her concern.