A group of people squeezed into the Black School Pavilion, and they were all too excited as if they had knocked [blood mixture].

"Fan, you and me, I will never treat you badly if I am not fair. Believe me!" Qian Duoduo's fat face trembled with excitement.

Bai Lu immediately sneered and winked at Fan Wujiang, "Xiao Jiang, they have a lot of martial servants in the Qian family, and Qian Xiaopang has two martial servants with him."

I'm different, from childhood to adulthood, I don't know how much my family has arranged, and I haven't accepted it. Therefore, you followed me, and you were my first warrior. ”

A group of people rolled their eyes and smiled, only Si Liren looked away expressionlessly.

"Brother Fan, you said you would always help Lan'er, can you... Can you be a martial artist for Lan'er?"

Mao Lan'er, who has never dared to behave, actually began to snatch people in a rare way, and now other people are even more unstable.

Jiang Leyi stretched out his hand and put it on Fan Wujiang's shoulder, "Brother, you will be my brother in the future."

What martial servants are not martial arts attendants, those who follow me Jiang Le are all masters. At least they are all young masters, our family hall, horse farm, go at any time.

Lao Teng doesn't like to eat the dishes of the guild, I will arrange people to send it to you every day, and I will take care of it. ”

I have to say that Jiang Le is still a bit eye-catching.

Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth all of a sudden, why don't you say you lose first, it's not thoughtful enough. However, if Xiao Fan follows Ah Le, it will be okay, better than with others.

In Qian Duoduo's heart, there are still other things in intimacy. The Scrapwood Foursome must be much more important to him than others. Of course, Fan Wujiang was also included at this time.

Pei Liusha was tall, raised his hand and put it directly on Jiang Le's hand, pulled Fan Wujiang to his side, stretched his face and said, "Don't rob me from anyone."

Xiao Jiang is my old Pei's person. You still have mentors and family heirlooms, but I don't have anything, and my family heirlooms are about to be lost.

If it weren't for DJI, I wouldn't have figured out the principle of [turning soil and quicksand] into a clear one. Whoever robs it is going to kill me!

It's decided, Xiao Jiang, let's sign the contract and go!"

While speaking, Pei Liusha hooked Fan Wujiang to the desk, and at the same time dialed the phone, preparing to send a martial arts contract.

The academy was originally a martial arts class, and it was very common for a child of a family to sign a contract directly on the spot if he fell in love with a martial servant.

"No, no, Fan Fan is mine. Huangfu Sheng's handsome face, which was better than a girl's skin, turned red, and shouted loudly, "I called my brother!"

The three people who had just grabbed the most were completely speechless. Nima, robbing people and shouting helpers.

"If it weren't for my good brother, I would have wanted to strangle you. Qian Duoduo yelled angrily.

"Xiao Jiang, which sequence of elemental powers have you awakened?" Mobihe asked calmly.

This is a question for him. After thinking about it, he shook his head and replied honestly: "The elemental power has not awakened yet, and I don't know what it will be." ”

A group of people looked at each other, all of them didn't understand, and stared at him for a long time.

Fan Wujiang was a little cramped, "So, don't be angry for me." I don't have any skills now, but I've just started to forge my body and learned the seven basic boxing techniques. ”

"How much is the index?" Jiang Le was the most knowledgeable and hurriedly asked.

Fan Wujiang thought about it and didn't have anything to say, so he counted it straightforwardly.

"The perception index is 58, the protection is 29, and the rebound is 36. ”

The preliminary index of other elements is not counted, and even if it is counted, it is impossible for him to say. Besides, no one will believe it, and you have to be laughed at as a fool.

Unlike wizards, martial servants use the entry level of forging as the entry standard.

Refining the third layer of steel skin [rebound], it will reach the bottom line standard of forging body entry, which is equal to the entry level of martial arts.

The entry-level is based on the index, and after all the data reaches 100, you can seek a breakthrough and advance to the primary third grade.

In addition, the initial practice of martial arts was all fist and foot kung fu, and after reaching the intermediate third grade, he began to contact cold weapons.

The Seven Styles of Basic Fist is one of the most effective ways to improve the three indices of martial arts.

As soon as Fan Wujiang reported the data, Jiang Le stared at him with some incredulity and asked suspiciously, "How long has it been since you started?"

"Yesterday, yesterday just refined [the rebound]. Fan Wujiang was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Jiang Le.

"Yesterday?!!" Jiang Lewei shouted, "Are you sure it was yesterday?"

Seeing Xiao Fan nodding, Jiang Le didn't care about the three seven twenty-one in front of Fan Wujiang, and said to everyone: "I am a beginner level of body forging, which will still help Xiao Fan to become a martial artist in the future, so don't shout." ”

"That's not good, how can you say whatever you want, my Chen family also has a mid-level second-grade martial artist, doesn't it have an advantage over you?" Saying that, Chen Yipin smiled and wanted to pull Fan Wujiang's hand, but was preempted by Pei Liusha.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, everyone crowded forward, everyone wanted to pull Fan Wujiang to their side, and they all blocked others from letting the other party get into Fan Wujiang's body. You pushed me, and the desk slammed down.

The wind was blowing and whirring, and the tutorial textbooks and exercise printbooks that blew off the ground flew up.

Then there was the fire, which smelled of burnt paste, and I don't know who was unlucky enough to be burned.

Immediately afterwards, the ceiling was like a shower, splitting the head and covering the brain, pouring everyone like a chicken in soup.

Only Luo Yi and Si were far away from the center of chaos, leaning on the bookshelves outside on the left and right, watching the excitement.

"Is there enough trouble?" Luo Eighteen said with a helpless smile.

A bunch of embarrassed people, you look at me, I look at you, all burst out laughing.

", Chen Yipin, why are you burning Lao Tzu's hair again. Qian Duoduo felt a little hot in the back of his head.

"What's the call, last time it was you who burned it, and it wasn't me. Chen Yipin retorted.

Bai Lu is no longer human, with a wool curly hairstyle, which is watered at this time, hangs on her head like instant noodles, and the makeup on her face is also spent, which is miserable.

Mao Lan'er fortunately tied Nezha's head, and her hairstyle did not change, but there were some droplets of water on the top of her head and clothes.

She was the shortest of the crowd, and when the fire came, there was a tall man lit it, and a tall man under the water was on top. Maximize the advantages of petiteness with minimal damage.

"It's none of our business, we haven't done anything. Jiang Le and Wu Wei glanced at each other, reached a consensus in an instant, and hurriedly cleared their ways.

"Don't make a fuss, didn't you come to Fan to discuss the elimination match in three days?" Si Liren looked at Bai Lu's decay, and hurriedly controlled the fire element to create a hot air and dry the 'instant noodles'.

Bai Lu cast an aggrieved and grateful look at Si Liren, and a group of people began to clean up the chaos they had created.

The desk was put in place, the water was dried over the fire, and it took less than two minutes to clean up.

As soon as he sat down, Pei Liusha couldn't wait to propose: "Let's discuss the ownership of Xiao Fan first. In this way, it's not interesting for everyone to argue, let Xiao Fan decide for himself. ”

Fan Wujiang didn't care about the word 'belonging' that Lao Pei said, after all, the eternal model of 'martial servants must choose the master and serve' had already been stereotyped in the concepts of the children of these families.

"Fan Fan, choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me. Huangfu Sheng waved his hands, but he was trying to sell cute.

"Brother Fan, Lan'er fights for herself, is it okay?"

Mao Lan'er's timid appearance is indescribably cute. This is really cute!

Fan Wujiang glanced at Huangfu Sheng, who was still selling cuteness next to the small basket, and really wanted to remind him.

"I have an idea. Luo 18 said suddenly.

Fan Wujiang was looking forward to what he would say, and his performance last time was really unexpected.

"In this knockout round, if Xiao Fan binds one of us to the acolyte, he can enter the arena justifiably. ”

Poof! Fan Wujiang wanted to vomit blood a little.

Speaking of which, it is still necessary to let him, a rookie martial arts attendant, choose the master.

As soon as he debuted, someone wanted to sign himself, is it so popular?

Just getting started and going out to eat mixed rice?

What's going on with being a little nervous for some reason......