Hua Jitian was looked at by this teaching gentleman, and inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was locked. He subconsciously twisted his body to get rid of this lock.

At this time, Mr. Teaching's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. He secretly said in his heart that Hua Jitian had a strong touch, he just differentiated a trace of consciousness and locked it, and was felt by Hua Jitian.

Hua Jitian moved his shoulders again, and said, "What the nephew of the thousand soldiers said is the truth, I killed Wu Qingfeng, but so what?" He put on a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Mr. Jiaoshu smiled slightly, still pushed his glasses up, and said, "Don't you explain?" He pushed his glasses up, very distinctively, the whole slap stretched out, covering his mouth and nose, but only with his index finger, on the beam in the middle of the glasses frame, up to the top, it looked very natural.

Hua Ji Tiandao: "Is the explanation useful?"

Mr. Teach's eyes burned and he said, "Sometimes there is." ”

Hua Jitian said again: "Do you have the final say?"

Mr. Teach said, "No. I'm just listening. ”

Hua Jitian laughed: "Then what nonsense am I giving you?"

Mr. Teaching also laughed: "That's right." ”

Hua Jitian took out two bottles of wine and threw one to Mr. Teaching: "You should be a senior brother, drink some first, and I'll explain when the person in charge arrives." ”

Mr. Jiaoshu grabbed the wine bottle: "Erguotou, I haven't drunk it for a long time." ”

Hua Jitian asked, "Do you want to have snacks?" I have peanuts and ham in my space. ”

Mr. Teach: "No. As he spoke, his hand moved slightly, and the bottle cap bounced up, but it did not hit the ground, but flew out flat, flying directly into the trash can more than 30 meters away.

The martial arts arena of the basic group looks no different from the square in the city, with garbage cans scattered dozens of meters away. It's just that compared with the squares in the city, there are no superfluous facilities in the martial arts arena, and they are all flat ground paved with thick stone slabs.

Hua Jitian praised: "Good kung fu." ”

The cap of the wine bottle in Hua Jitian's hand also popped up, but Hua Jitian reached out and grabbed it, and then flung it, and flew into the trash can with a sound of breaking the air.

The rest of the people present were stunned. They didn't expect Hua Jitian to have such a big heart, so they drank with the teacher of the basic group after just a few words.

Zhao Qianbing was secretly frightened in his heart. Hua Jitian's hand is also upside down, everyone present can do it, it is nothing more than a throwing skill.

However, the hand of the teacher in the basic group looks very ordinary, but in fact it is extremely extraordinary.

How did Mr. Teacher do it, Zhao Qianbing couldn't figure it out.

True qi is ten meters and eight meters away from the body, it is nothing, not to mention Zhao Qianbing, a person with about the tenth level of martial arts can also do it. However, for every additional meter, the required martial arts level needs to be increased even more.

For example, level 10 can control 10 meters, and level 12 or 3 may not be able to control 11 meters. And to control more than thirty meters, theoretically you need more than forty levels of martial arts true qi.

But this teaching gentleman is only in his thirties, and he is certainly not at level 40.

Zhao Qianbing secretly judged in his heart that this teaching gentleman was definitely not an ordinary person, but he was also a little strange in his heart, if it was a member of the Zhao family, why hadn't he seen it?

Hua Jitian and Mr. Teaching talked and laughed, chatting very speculatively, ignoring the others. However, neither of them exchanged names.

In other words, Mr. Teaching has listened to Zhao Qianbing's complaint, he knows Hua Jitian's name, but Hua Jitian does not know Mr. Teaching's name.

Mr. Teaching said: "I have a relationship with Senior Brother Yan, and my demeanor is really admired by my younger brother." ”

Hua Jitian smiled: "Didn't you notice that my style is seven or eight points similar to his." ”

Mr. Teaching looked at Hua Jitian for a long time and said, "I didn't find it." ”

Hua Jitian laughed: "Senior brother is too honest. ”

Mr. Teach said: "Everyone has their own temperament, and you are not bad." ”

Hua Jitian said: "I also think I'm good." ”

"Hahahaha. The two laughed maniacally, and then they drank on the goo.

The other people at the scene began to be confused again, whether this was a case or drinking.

Especially Zhao Qianbing, he felt that he was the same, because Hua Jitian asked Mr. Teach, was it useful to state the matter to Mr. Teach, and Mr. Teach made it clear that Mr. Mao was useless.

But what about himself, as soon as the teacher asked, he poured beans into the bamboo tube, and said everything about it. Alas, when he was in the basic group before, he was tortured too much by the instructors, and he had a natural awe for the teachers in the basic group.

Just when Hua Jitian was laughing wildly with Mr. Teaching, and Zhao Qianbing was confused, someone came again.

The disciples of the Zhao family in Group A, B, C and D ended their training and rushed back from Sizhi Mountain. Some of them found out what was going on here, and they all gathered around.

After a while of inquiry, everyone focused on Hua Jitian again. Some eyes are hatred, because some people have a good relationship with Wu Qingfeng, and more eyes are gloating.

Wu Qingfeng doesn't die, they don't care, what they care about is that Hua Jitian is unlucky.

As young people, they don't want to see other young people rise, but they want to see other young people, especially young people like Hua Jitian, who are in the limelight, unlucky or falling.

It's not that the young disciples of the Zhao family are too dark in their hearts, but that the psychology of human beings has always been so dark.

Fortunately, the people in the four groups together are not as many as the disciples in the basic group. There are about 100 people in Group A, 200 in Group B, 300 in Group C, and about 500 people in Group D.

It adds up to a little over a thousand years.

This thousand is basically the hope of the Zhao family's cultivators in the next ten years.

Of course, not all the young children here, there are many who have gone out to practice. Over 23 years old, it is mainly experience-based, basically not here, even if it is here, it is not subject to the constraints of the course.

The teachers of the four groups also came over, and they said a few words and drank away the unrelated disciples. The teachers in groups B and C were ready to leave when they saw that they had nothing to do with them.

The teacher in group B is a beautiful sister, and when she was leaving, she glanced at the teacher in the basic group. Mr. Jiaoshu shuddered, and hurriedly handed the wine bottle to Hua Jitian.

"Brother, let's talk back. Mr. Teaching whispered, and then caught up with the beautiful teacher in Group B, looking at the figure, cautious.

Mr. Teaching walked to the side of the beautiful teacher in Group B. smiled sideways at the beautiful teacher, revealing a cheap look.

Hua Jitian sighed secretly, what kind of hero is sad to pass the beauty pass.

Just as Hua Jitian sighed, he saw the beautiful teacher twist the ear of the teacher.

"Luo Yinchuan, so bold, he actually drank behind my back. ”

"I met a nice little brother and couldn't hold back. Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

"Hmph, there will be a next time, the family law will serve. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Don't worry, without your permission, I won't drink anymore. Mr. Teaching didn't say yes. He put one finger behind his back and made an ok pose, which meant that he would pass the level and let Hua Jitian not have to worry.

Hua Jitian covered his face, Emma, this guy is worse than himself. After all, there is only one Wang Xiaomei who often moves his hands and feet to himself, and the rest of the girls are relatively stable.

Hua Jitian's heart moved, Luo Yinchuan, this name is so ear-catching, I haven't heard of it. However, with Luo Yinchuan's skills, he shouldn't be so obscure.

Zhao Qiankuo muttered: "It turns out that this person is Luo Yinchuan, and he is not dead." ”

Zhao Qianbing didn't speak, looking at Luo Yinchuan's back, his eyes were full of fear.

Hua Jitian said: "Is Luo Yinchuan very powerful?"

The teacher in Group A is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly chubby figure: "Hehe, Xie Bancheng's apprentice, five years ago, he was known as the first person under the age of thirty, and he is the one who is most likely to catch up with the sword god Xie Bancheng." ”

Hua Jitian wondered: "Doesn't it mean that the middle-aged generation only Yan Crazy Dao and Mei Shanzhao are more awesome." "Moreover, if Luo Yinchuan is so powerful, why have I never heard of it.

The fat teacher of Group A said: "That's because Luo Yinchuan is young and won't compare with us." Five years ago, he was seriously injured and disappeared, thinking he was dead. I came here last month and became a teacher in the basic group. ”

Hua Jitian nodded: "So that's what it looks like." Xie Bancheng's apprentices, who became the teachers of the Zhao family's disciples, are all the power of love. ”

Teacher D smiled slightly and answered, "Who said it wasn't?"

The fat teacher of Group A looked down at Wu Qingfeng's corpse, then at Hua Jitian, and said, "What's the matter?" Shi Cai heard a few words from people in a mess, and knew that people seemed to be killed by Hua Jitian.

He looked at Hua Jitian, but asked Zhao Qianbing.

Zhao Qianbing hurriedly stepped forward to report.

Hua Jitian looked at the fat teacher in Group A, a little familiar.