The seventh senior brother Ma Fushuai is worthy of being the first tyrant in the land of Shenzhou, and he easily solved the financial dilemma of the Divine Martial Academy.

For him, a few small goals, that's just a drop in the bucket.

The other brothers got the grant and left satisfied.

In the dean's office, only Li Mingyang, Ma Wen and the seventh senior brother Ma Fushuai remained.

Li Mingyang stepped forward curiously and asked as an interviewer.

"Senior Brother Seven, what do you think of the fact that Marven suddenly became the reincarnation of the Valkyrie and was called the star of hope for the future of the human race?"

Seventh Senior Brother Ma Fushuai was slightly stunned, then scratched his head and said, "To be honest, I'm still confused. ”

"Oh, is it so unbelievable?"

Ma Fushuai nodded: "I know a little bit of the inside story, Master Martial God and his old man once said that this reincarnated person must have some kind of talent, but my son...... He ......"

Marven said angrily: "What's wrong with him?"

"He's very talented...... is less obvious. ”

Li Mingyang couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "He is worthy of being the first local tyrant, and he is artistic when he speaks!"

Ma Fushuai smiled: "But it doesn't matter, Senior Brother has already said before I came just now that someone will personally guide his cultivation, which will definitely ensure that he will awaken as soon as possible and contribute to the safety of our human race as soon as possible!"

Li Mingyang and Marven glanced at each other: "Oh? Could it be that the senior brother personally gave guidance?"

"How is that possible! Senior Brother is so busy that he has no time to guide him......

"Who the hell is that?"

"This, I don't know very well, Senior Brother just said to reassure me, this person will definitely not let us down. ”

While they were talking, they saw an aunt sweeping the floor slowly sweeping the floor approaching.

Li Mingyang: "Senior brothers all said rest assured, this person must be not ordinary!"

Ma Fushuai smiled: "Of course, no matter how my son is now the reincarnation of the Valkyrie, the hope of the human race in the future, ordinary people are really not qualified to teach him!"

As soon as the words fell, the aunt who was sweeping the floor gave him a blank look and said indifferently: "Raise your feet!"

Ma Fushuai didn't take it seriously, raised his feet and changed places and continued: "It's just that Senior Brother said that this person is even more powerful than him, I really can't think of it, except for Master and his old man, where is there a more powerful person than Senior Brother?"

Li Mingyang was also curious: "Oh, more powerful than the senior brother?"

Marven smiled proudly: "It's me, even your senior brother can't teach me, how powerful does that have to be...... Eh, Auntie, where are you going to sweep?"

The aunt glared at him: "Who made you not know where to move!"

"Then you should say it......"

"Can't you see me sweeping the floor? I don't have any eyesight! Today's young people are really not as good as the next generation!"

"You!"

Marven was just about to refute, when he saw his father's face suddenly change drastically, and all of a sudden he was pale and bloodless.

"Division, Division, Division......"

Marven: "What a wet, what a wet! I swept the floor without sprinkling water, and the dust flew up!"

Ma Fushuai's voice trembled slightly: "No, it's not...... Yes, division, division......"

Li Mingyang's heart moved, as if he understood a little.

Marven was still stunned, and said angrily: "What the hell is wet!"

"Master!"

Ma Fushuai finally shouted.

Li Mingyang and Ma Wen's faces suddenly changed.

"Master?!"

Li Mingyang said secretly, could it be that this sweeping aunt looks just a middle-aged aunt, the wife of Lord Martial God, and his own master?!

The sweeping aunt snorted, ignored it, and continued to clean the dean's office.

Li Mingyang and the three of them looked at each other, but Ma Fushuai saw the situation quickly, coughed, smiled dryly, and stepped forward and said, "Master, how can you do such a rough job! Come, let the disciple come!"

"No, I don't. ”

Li Mingyang also reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'll help!"

Marven was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally understood that it must be this old aunt who will guide his cultivation in the future......

Looking at her expression, it's not easy to mess with at first glance, I have offended her just now, what good life do you want to live in the future?

Thinking of this, his face turned green.

Marven was not stupid, he hurriedly followed the steps of the other two, grabbed the broom handle and snatched it: "Ah...... Auntie, I'll help you, let me come, let me come......"

The sweeping aunt glanced at him.

Marven suddenly felt that the world was spinning, pedaling, stepping back more than a dozen steps, and fell on a pile of messy things with a pop, making the ground even more messy.

Aunt Sweeping stopped cleaning, stood up straight and glanced at Marven, and said indifferently: "You are the child named Marven?

Marven struggled to climb out of a pile of cardboard boxes and documents, looking like he dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and only promised: "Yes, yes, it's me......"

"Hmph, this qualification and cultivation are really too low......

Marven didn't dare to refute, so he could only stand respectfully and nod.

Aunt Sweeping snorted again: "However, it's still much taller than that dead old man." ”

The three of them naturally understood that the dead old man in her mouth was the Martial God of the Three Realms and the savior of the human race, but she could shout like this, who would dare to refute her?

In the sky and on the ground, the only person that Lord Martial God is afraid of is the old aunt who sweeps the floor in front of him.

Marven couldn't help but be curious: "Ah, you mean Lord Martial God......?" He's not as talented as me?"

"His cultivation talent is similar to that of a monkey who has not fully evolved. ”

"What about me?"

"You're much better than him, about the same as a baboon. ”

Marven: "Huh...... Isn't that still a monkey?"

Aunt sweeping ignored him and glanced at Li Mingyang: "You are Li Mingyang?"

Li Mingyang hurriedly apologized: "It's me, it's me." ”

"Well, in terms of talent, you're still like a human being. ”

Li Mingyang sweated in his head, and said secretly in his heart: "If my talent is like a person, then where are there people in these Three Realms......"

Ma Fushuai next to him pulled him and said in a low voice: "You are content! In the mouth of the master, this is a super high evaluation! To be honest, I have never seen her praise anyone!"

Li Mingyang: "...... Together, are you still complimenting me?"

Aunt sweeping glared at Ma Fushuai: "Big horse monkey, what are you muttering there?"

Ma Fushuai: "I ...... I...... Nothing ......."

Li Mingyang smiled secretly in his heart, with the condition that Ma is rich and handsome, it is really the best among people, in terms of wealth, it is the first tyrant in the land of China, and the wealth is rivaled by the country; in terms of appearance, there is nothing to say, handsome and compelling, tall and mighty; in terms of status and status, not to mention the richest man, he is also a high-ranking disciple of the martial god, and he is highly respected wherever he goes.

Such a man, in the mouth of this aunt, is only worthy of the three words of a big horse monkey.

Thinking about it this way, I was really praised for being like a person......

Aunt Sweeping coughed and put down the broom: "Okay, Marven boy, from today onwards, you will practice with me and be mentally prepared, in the future, there will be no easy days." ”

Marven cried with a sad face: "Yes!"

The only person that Lord Martial God was afraid of, Master Shiniang, glanced at Li Mingyang again: "To be honest, I don't have much confidence in pinning my hopes on him, so I ...... Li Mingyang boy, you have to hurry up and become a god as soon as possible. ”

Li Mingyang was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, Master, I should be soon......"

The corners of this aunt's imperceptible mouth raised slightly, and she nodded: "That's good, this thing was left to you by your master, with his talent back then, it was impossible to become a god, but ......"

"Just because I got this thing, I counterattacked all the way, but surpassed all the peerless geniuses and became the supreme combat power of the human race, of course...... I also have a lot of credit for that. ”

"Oh?"

Li Mingyang's heart moved, and he secretly said that it was true that his master's martial god talent was only one hundred, and he was even the lowest among the martial artists he had ever seen, so how did he cultivate to god-level combat power?

What could this thing be?

To put it bluntly, isn't it just like your own system, a plug-in of the Martial God?

He was extremely curious, and solemnly took it from the master's hand.