The dean's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Wu Ziwang, I think you are a talent, so I tolerate it. But if you continue to talk nonsense, don't blame me for removing your admission quota directly from Kangtang Academy! ”

"Joke! Such a pedantic and backward academy, if you ask me to enroll, I won't get in! ”

Although genius is good, if the mind is not right, it is only a scourge.

In the rivers and lakes, the genius with improper intentions and the murder of the teacher and the betrayal of the family are not a small probability event, and they often occur.

As a self-proclaimed Kangtang Academy, it is natural that it will not accept such a disciple with improper intentions.

Although the martial madman has not reached that point now, the attitude he has shown so far does not belong to any upright person.

At a young age, he is already like this, and if he passes on his martial arts, he may really do something to kill the teacher.

Although the dean was slightly regretful, he still said resolutely: "Okay! If you said it, then I will get rid of your quota......"

"Wait!"

The dean's words were forcibly interrupted by the vice dean.

The vice dean, who had a black beard, pointed at the martial madman and said, "Senior brother, just because this student blurted out some stupid words when he was emotional, he turned away such a genius, I think, if you do this, you will make other colleagues laugh." ”

"Senior brother, what do you want?"

The vice president looked directly at the dean and said word by word: "This son, I want it!" ”

"Senior brother, listen to my advice, this person's heart is not right, and he will definitely cause trouble in the future."

"Senior brother, you already have a personal disciple, but what about me? I have been in it for so many years, but I have not received a single disciple in person. Finally, this year is the explosion of the number of geniuses, give me one, there is no need to be stingy, right? ”

"It's not a question of being stingy or not, this son ......"

"Senior brother! I'm here to put my words. Wu Ziwang, I want it, what are you going to do? Stop me? ”

Seeing the vice president's resolute attitude, the dean couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, whatever you want. It's just a teaching of Wu Ziwang, you need to pay a lot of attention to it. ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, my personal disciple, I will educate myself."

The atmosphere of the conversation between the two sides was a little stiff, but the matter was finally settled.

The martial madman has a clear backstage support, and his attitude has become more arrogant and domineering.

"Dean, I heard you say before that you want your personal disciple to compete with the first place in the freshman assessment. I pondered...... That little boy has been knocked out of the ring by me and went to the back to recuperate, don't you want to push the second place to the top cylinder? ”

These words are prickly.

It made the dean's eyelids flutter several times.

Fortunately, the old skin is also thick, and the expression has not changed much.

"Originally, this was indeed the plan, but I listened to the meaning of the martial master's nephew...... Planning to take the place of the first freshman and challenge my personal disciple? ”

"Challenge? No, no, no! I'm going to beat your own disciple down alive! Tell you with the facts, who is the strongest among the new students, who is the real genius! Don't be dizzy and dazzled, grab mediocre talents as a baby! ”

"Good ......" the dean took a deep breath and repeated, "Good! ”

"What does it mean to be good? Is this the dean agreeing? ”

"Not bad. Since the martial artist's nephew wants to have a fight with his beloved apprentice, then I will give you a chance. ”

At the end, the dean glanced at Fang Yi, who had nothing to do with himself and drank tea calmly.

"Lin Ye."

Putting down the tea, Fang Yi slowly stood up and saluted respectfully.

"The disciple is here!"

"Go and fight a ...... with the martial artist's nephew"

Lowering his voice, similar to the way of transmitting sound into his ears, the dean added: "Shoot with all your might, no scruples." ”

The reason why it is said to be similar to sound transmission into the ears is because the dean's kung fu is obviously not practiced at home.

It's just a compressed sound, and it doesn't really ring directly in the ears.

If someone is very close, they can still hear the conversation.

The competition should have been to the point.

The dean asked Fang Yi to go all out, and there was no need to scruple.

It is clear that Fang Yi should be heavy-handed.

In the final analysis, he was afraid that Fang Yi would lose and lose face.

In fact, it is.

If Fang Yi, who was accepted as a personal disciple by the dean early, lost.

Isn't that a slap in the face of the dean, indicating that the dean's vision is too poor and he won't pick people at all.

By extension, it may even affect the reputation of the entire Hong Tong College and the future enrollment situation.

After all, geniuses are dusty, mediocre people get started, this phenomenon, wherever you put it, is chilling.

"You're the dean's personal disciple, and you've been staring at you down there for a long time. Come on, don't ink, let's fight! ”

Brother, you're jumping a bit.

Fang Yi estimated that this was a series of victories, so he was dizzy.

An enemy of the level of the bald old man, with Fang Yi's current physical fitness, is still relatively difficult to deal with.

But a martial madman, with everyone's similar level of physical fitness, really want to fight......

Well, the picture should be quite beautiful.

Jumping into the ring, Fang Yi hugged his fists.

"Senior Brother Wu, I have been paying attention to you on stage, your fists and feet are really good."

"Naturally! Especially when dealing with a genius like you, it's a punch for a little friend! ”

As he spoke, the martial madman stretched out three fingers and showed them to everyone.

"Three moves. After three moves, he will be defeated! ”

What a big breath!

Most of the people were not convinced and cheered.

But there are also a group of people who are fans of the fierce fighting style of the martial madman, and they spontaneously shout and cheer.

"Martial madman! Martial maniac! Martial maniac! ”

"Down with him! Down with him! Down with him! ”

"Three moves! Three moves! Three moves! ”

After the momentum rose, the martial madman immediately prepared to go to war.

"Wait!"

Frowning, the martial madman sneered: "What? Scared? It's too late to surrender now. Otherwise, he will become like Fan Xiaoliang, who is seriously injured and will not be able to get off the ground for ten days and half a month. ”

The vice dean's oppressive eyes also seemed to come over without a look, trying to put psychological pressure on Fang Yi.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just lack a weapon to take advantage of."

After a pause, Fang Yi said to a young girl in the audience: "This junior sister, I want to borrow a sword, can I temporarily cut my love?" ”

"Ah...... Yes! Me, me? Is Senior Brother Lin asking me? ”

The young girl was flattered.

Talented.

Top geniuses.

A genius at the level of a disciple.

Far from ordinary people, it is difficult to intersect, almost two levels of existence.

Suddenly named by such a genius, the girl's heart was like a deer, and Fang Yi's ordinary face became a lot more handsome in her eyes.

"Lin, Senior Brother Lin has a request, Senior Sister doesn't dare to disobey. This Bin Iron Sword will be given to Senior Brother Lin! ”

With a red face and a bowed head, she crossed the crowd and came to the ring, where she held Bin's iron sword above the top.

"System prompt: You have +1 intimacy with [Moon Sweet]."

"System prompt: You have an intimacy with [Lu Xiu] -1."

"System prompt: -1 intimacy between you and [Baile]."