Jingle Bell!

In the cultivation room of the martial arts building, the crisp sound of metal collision was mixed with tight breathing, which made people think about it.

"You...... Don't you come?"

Shen Xiaolan only felt a strong masculine aura rushing to her face, and her heart trembled.

In a panic, even if the skill of the move is already above the actual combat realm, it will not help at this time.

Especially Wu Ming, regardless of his injuries, fought hard, and the terrifying strength poured into the sword body through the blade, reaching his wrist, and the shock almost fell off the sword!

In this case, I have already forgotten all about the previous ten tricks!

Dangdang!

Every time the fist peak collided with the sword blade, the blood light suddenly appeared, and Wu Ming's body was filled with a bloody light, which was caused by the internal force sword qi that collapsed above the magic soldier.

Even so, he still approached Shen Xiaolan step by step, unswervingly, until it was within reach!

"You, damn it, you forced me, Feixia is all over the sky!"

Seeing Wu Ming in front of her, Shen Xiaolan's heart trembled, her silver teeth clenched, she scolded fiercely, held the sword with both hands, and injected the internal force of her whole body into the sword.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the sword shook slightly, and the light shone brightly, and it really bloomed like a glow, dazzling to the eye!

But Feixia's charming eyes, this sword move does not have the ability to confuse, but also contains a powerful killing machine!

The sword trembled, turning into a continuous sword waterfall glow, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring in, washing everything in front of him!

"Not good, half-step artistic conception!"

Wu Ming bore the brunt of the attack, and instantly sensed the terrifying killing intent contained in the sword light.

What is especially terrifying is that this sword move really washed over the internal strength defense of the "Golden Bell Jar" bit by bit like a glow, and almost in an instant, it deprived it of its triple power!

There were bursts of stabbing pain in the muscles and flesh, reaching the internal organs, and even the heart trembled faintly.

If he hadn't been on guard against this woman's sudden outburst and closed his eyes early, he would have been hit hard at this time.

Even so, there were large needle-like blood spots on his body in an instant!

At this time, in the face of such a terrifying crisis, Wu Ming's fighting instinct came into play again, he shrank violently, his right shoulder went up, and with his instinctive determination of his position, he slammed into the sword waterfall glow.

Click!

In the tooth-sore screeching sound, Wu Ming's shoulder instantly blurred flesh and blood, but the collision that condensed the strength of his whole body was not trivial, and it was actually forced to slam open a hole when the power of the sword waterfall was not released to the strongest.

"Ahh......h Don't come here!"

When there was a crisp sound, Shen Xiaolan screamed in astonishment, hugged her arms and retreated, not caring about the sword that flew away, and shouted with fear and panic in her beautiful eyes.

"Come here!"

Saying that he was flustered, Wu Ming's iron palm was like a hook, he grabbed his wrist stiffly, and pulled it into his arms with a twist.

"You...... You stink, let me go!"

Feeling the hot male body clinging to her back, Shen Xiaolan only felt that her internal strength seemed to be hot, and she couldn't lift her strength, and her pretty face was crimson with a hint of crying.

"Ahem, if I let you go, can I write off the previous matter?"

Wu Ming coughed dryly, glanced at his hot and painful shoulder, and secretly called for luck in his heart.

If it weren't for this woman's lack of combat experience, and her trick was focused on confusing her vision, otherwise she might have been disabled!

"Mm-hmm, you let go!"

Shen Xiaolan intuitively felt that the strength on her body increased, for fear that Wu Ming would do something out of the ordinary again, so she nodded again and again as if the chicken was pecking rice.

"Thank you Miss Shen for your understanding!"

Wu Ming let out a long breath, quickly let go of Shen Xiaolan, opened the door of the room as if he was fleeing, and did not forget to grab his tattered clothes before leaving.

To his surprise, he saw Shen Rong, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and could barely see his original appearance, was probing his brain outside the cultivation room.

"Little Prince!"

When Shen Rong saw him come out, he instinctively shrunk his neck and said hello.

But Wu Ming was in a hurry to leave, where did he dare to delay more, and ran away.

"Woo!"

From afar, I vaguely heard a suppressed cry.

"Damn, what's this called, Lao Tzu's reputation has been ruined in the hands of this bunch of messing around little girls!"

At the thought of betraying Hue twice to get out of the predicament, Wu Ming's heart jumped into the river.

"Sister, you and the little prince don't know what to do, right?"

Shen Rong looked into the cultivation room and saw Shen Xiaolan with messy sideburns, pale cheeks covered with sweat, and blood stains on the corners of her skirt.

In such a situation, it is difficult not to make people think about it!

"I'll kill you!"

Shen Xiaolan was startled, and slashed with her sword.

"Ahh

The screams like killing pigs were faintly heard even in the cultivation rooms of the martial arts building with excellent sound insulation.

......

Early the next morning, thousands of martial artists between the ages of eight and fifteen entered the martial arts arena one after another and took their seats.

The teenagers are all extremely curious and look around.

In the high platform, there are only three seats, and there are three elders, Hu Cang, Chen Tai, and Liu Zheng.

As for Chai Qing, he is the deputy chief instructor and is in charge of all the affairs of the guest martial artists.

Standing under the stage at this time, there were nine big men with open and closed eyes and brilliant eyes behind them.

And in the nine-sided ring, there was also a middle-aged warrior who faintly exuded a fierce and murderous aura.

In addition to the similarity of their breaths, they are all more or less disabled, and without exception they are all children of soldiers who have retired from the four border towns.

Moreover, after being screened by Wu Fu and Hu Cang one by one, regardless of their background or temperament, they are all trustworthy, and they can be regarded as the descendants of Wu Wangfu!

There are a total of twenty-four people, the loser teaches martial artists on weekdays, and the safety of the martial arts hall, all of them are good at the Qi Realm martial artists!

In addition to the eighteen people who appeared, six people were stationed in Wu Wangfu in turn!

Wu Ming stood at the back of a class at random and watched through the crowd!

According to the martial arts curriculum he formulated, in addition to the cultivation to limit the level of the class, the age is not included.

As long as the cultivation is similar, no more than two small realms, you can become a student in the same class!

If you want to be promoted to a higher level of civil and martial arts, you not only have to go further in your cultivation, but you also have to support a hundred moves under a senior in the first level of high school.

Moreover, it must be recognized by both the literature and martial arts teachers in order to be promoted!

This alone made all the warriors cry bitterly.

Half-grown teenagers are the most playful time, and studying martial arts hard is to find a better way out in the future.

For them, words are like tadpole texts and heavenly books!

But this is a hard and fast rule for martial arts halls, and it is very different from other martial arts halls!

If a bone refining martial artist wants to enter the Qi Realm class in advance, he must support ten moves under a senior!

There are martial arts geniuses, but they are by no means big turnips, they can be seen everywhere.

Whether a martial artist has the ability to fight against a higher person, qualifications, resources, experience, etc., are all closely related!

And this first monthly exam, Wu Ming attached great importance to it, and even if he did not show up, he made detailed arrangements.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, a sound came from his ears, and Wu Mingmo rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked to the high platform.

"Little Prince!"

"His Royal Highness!"

"I've seen the little prince!"

Seeing him walk out of the crowd, some of the recognizable teenagers couldn't help but shout.

Whether it is his return from Beijin, which is quite legendary, or the rumors after returning to Beijing, make the little ones curious.

Not to mention, the creation of the True Martial Arts Gym at the expense of huge sums of money can be called a move for the benefit of the country and the people, so that they have a better choice, and there is no need to say much about gratitude in their hearts.

The teenagers automatically got up, saluted, and made way of the two passages, and on the other side, there was a white-haired one-armed old man, it was Wu Fu!

Many people guessed Wu Fu's identity, and couldn't help but be even more excited, the Sect Master of the Law Sect was not something that everyone could see.

Not surprisingly, most of these teenagers are rare to see in their entire lives.

Now, not only have I met, but I also have the opportunity to ask for advice in person, how can I not be excited?

"Why do you always carry out surprise attacks?"

Wu Ming touched the bridge of his nose and smiled bitterly.

"Little master, today is the first monthly exam, and it is the rule you set, if you don't show up to see it, it won't be satisfactory!"

Wu Fu chuckled.

"I've seen Little Wangye and Wu Lao!"

Hu Cang and the three of them got up and bowed, and someone next to them had already moved two chairs, and the five of them sat down in turn.

To Chen Tai and Liu Zheng's surprise, Wu Fu actually let Wu Ming sit in the middle.

But if you think about it, it makes sense!

The next step is simple, the four elders will speak in turn, and finally Wu Ming will make a concluding speech.

Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in his previous life, and he had seen many speeches by leaders, so it was difficult for him to cheer up young people.

All the apprentices were full of curiosity, and they all wanted to see what was so strange about this young man who was similar to himself.

Not only can he stand tall in the midst of tigers and wolves, but he has repeatedly retreated in confrontations with strong enemies, and now he has created such a big career!

"Everyone has seen that I am like you, I don't have three heads and six arms!"

Wu Mingyou wanted to have a good relationship with the teenagers, so he smiled and waved hello.

"Haha!"

Sure enough, there was no serious lecture as imagined, but a communication with peers, which made everyone look relaxed and laughed in unison.

"I know you're curious, but it's nothing!"

Wu Ming smiled and asked everyone to sit down, looking at the immature faces, with thousands of thoughts in his mind, he threw away the cookie-cutter rhetoric he had thought of, his eyes swept over the audience with a slightly deep look, and said loudly, "I returned from Beijin, and I was deeply touched by what I saw and heard along the way.

The ferocity of the demon barbarism and the greed of the human heart, I have borne it. But in a thousand words, only by living can there be hope. ”

"You're the same as me, you're two shoulders and heads, there's no difference. So, fight, boys!"

After Wu Ming finished speaking briefly, he leaned over slightly, and then turned around and sat down.

"I often hear people say that the son of the farmer is erudite and talented, good at writing poems, and Princess Xuanchen is famous in China.

Today is a day of great joy, how can there be no poetry to congratulate?"

Without waiting to sit down, one of the guest teachers in the audience got up and said loudly.

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth twitched, it was Chen Tai's son - Chen Zihua!

"Yes, although the son of the world is young, his achievements have far surpassed those of the same level, so he should use poetry to persuade his classmates!"

The four elders glanced at each other, and Liu Zheng stroked his long beard with his hand and smiled.

"Please write a poem to exhort!"

Dozens of Confucian teachers saluted in unison, and even the eighteen prepared martial arts teachers also bowed.

"Please let the little prince compose a poem to exhort!"

The little ones are doing the same, screaming, and the sound is shaking the sky!

Wu Ming's profound gaze slowly swept over everyone, and he walked with his hands in his hands, chanting as he walked: "Chao is Tian Shelang, and he ascends to Tianzi Hall at dusk." There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant!"