At the end of October, the temperature in Jiangtong City has dropped a lot.

The school's playground people, but most of them are wearing thin clothes, and they are playing extremely fierce body boxing at a glance.

In the scene that only Zhang Qing could see, the entire school was enveloped by a terrifying aura of qi and blood, as if a fierce tiger was roaring in the sky.

It was the fist intent exuded by the countless children who cultivated the Tiger Fist variant Temper Body Fist, and it had formed a terrifying realm-like aura, completely reducing the surroundings to their territory.

Ordinary people may not be able to understand this, but in this area, no Yin Soul can survive, even a stronger ghost like a powerful ghost, touching such an aura will instantly turn to ashes.

If anyone can completely dominate this force, even Zhang Qing can retreat and dare not touch it.

Just a private high school with less than 2,000 students, what about the larger universities and even the military? Is their flesh stronger?

Zhang Qing was a little curious about this.

However, it was just a little curious, and he was now a little concerned about whether his students had completely mastered the Tempering Fist.

The previous practice of naming charitable organizations has worked, but it has only worked.

For more than a week, the news about the Tiger Foundation was overwhelming, and there were countless relief and help of all kinds, so it stands to reason that he should be able to get enough merit.

But when Zhang Qing went to the high-dimensional world to check it out, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

He only received a few hundred points of merit.

Feeling that something was wrong, Zhang Qing also went to inquire about Elder Maochun, and then came back depressed.

In the end, the answer was that there was no problem at all.

"First, what is the environment of the world you live in, is it better to live than to die, on the verge of shattering?"

"Second, is the person being rescued already facing a life-and-death situation?"

"Do you have supervisory behavior? Or is it just a name? ”

……

Elder Maochun said countless questions, which made Zhang Qing a little dumbfounded and didn't know how to face it.

Finally an answer was given.

"It's already very good to be able to get a few hundred merits by hanging a name."

When Zhang Qing heard this, he was immediately a little aggrieved: "Didn't you say that this is the best way to cost performance?" ”

Elder Mao Chun had a natural expression: "Of course it's the best, it's just a name, have you worked hard?" If you can get merit for nothing, is it not the best way? ”

Zhang Qing was immediately deflated when he heard this, because what he said was indeed true.

Just a name, you can gain hundreds of merits, which is really good.

You know, what does a few hundred points of merit mean? Zhang Qing only gained a few dozen merits after killing an evil ghost before.

So Zhang Qing suddenly understood that it was indeed okay to lie down and receive merit, but there was no discussion about how much.

If you want to make merit, you have to do it.

"Cultivate the strong to come out, so that humanity will bring you enough merit."

Elder Maochun gave Zhang Qing the simplest and most practical way, "I don't know what your world is, but I don't think it's as strong as our world. ”

"If you need anything, go to the forest of books to find it, and if you lack anything in your world, fill in it, and the merits of the Heavenly Dao will come to you."

Zhang Qing left the high-dimensional world and returned to Earth, and he made a decision in his heart.

Since he can't do as much as spreading exercises to strengthen the strength of human beings, then he should pass on a little more exercises to the earth.

It's just that he doesn't know what kind of exercises to teach.

In the basic class, there are not many martial arts that can compare to the Tiger Fist, which is a means of fighting and killing ghosts.

If it is not as good as Tiger Fist, then even if it is transmitted to the earth, it will not have much benefit, and it will cost a lot of experience points.

It's just that if you want to find a better practice, it's not that simple.

There are indeed a lot of books in the book forest, but you have to find the right one by yourself, after all, there are too many books here, and the real good things are not put here for free.

Therefore, before finding this suitable martial art, Zhang Qing could only wait slowly, and by the way, he taught the students on the earth, hoping to get some merit from their growth to fill himself.

Standing on the playground and watching the students play calcining boxing, hehehahaha, a teacher from the physical education group walked quickly to his side: "Zhang Qing, Principal Qin has something to do with you." ”

"What's the matter?" Zhang Qing turned his head to look at him, "Wouldn't it be okay for you to bring a word?" ”

"How do I know what's going on?" The person who came shrugged his shoulders, "But according to my estimates, it's probably going to be a joint martial arts competition on campus, and the principal is going to let you lead the team to participate in the competition." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Qing sighed lightly, he always thought that the work of leading the team would be done by the principal himself, but he didn't expect it to be thrown on his head.

Troublesome things......

He whispered in his heart, eager to put off this errand.

It's been a few months since Earth evolved, and he can already find a way to retire and leave school.

However, he looked at the several students who were boxing on the playground, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little.

"Let's leave after the game and see the results of their efforts."

After all, Zhang Qing is still a little unbearable, but he has been teaching for such a long time, and it is really not good to give up halfway.

Anyway, this time the competition was less than half a month, and it passed quickly.

With such thoughts, Zhang Qing went to the principal's office.

Sure enough, it's really about martial arts competitions.

"Zhang Qing, this time our school is going to participate in the middle school group of the Jiangtong City Campus Joint Martial Arts Competition, and the junior high school group and high school group are both led by you, but don't drop the chain."

The headmaster, who suddenly had a big belly, assured him earnestly, "As long as you can lead the team to get good results, this time the prize money will definitely be indispensable to you." ”

"Okay 8." Zhang Qing nodded indifferently, since the bun shop opened, he didn't bother much about money, bonuses or something, I'm afraid it was less than his two-day profit.

After receiving the task from the principal, Zhang Qing returned to the playground and called several of his most optimistic students over and told them about the upcoming competition, which attracted their excited eyes.

However, the team of the competition is not only a few people here, the junior high school group and the high school group, and it is too bad to have a dozen or so people.

According to his own feelings, Zhang Qing selected some people in the class he taught, and recruited a group of people under the recommendation of several teachers in junior high school, which can be regarded as a manpower for the two groups.

There are still more than ten days before the competition, and he is going to open a small stove for these two teams, but they are the students he taught, and if he can't get the first place, it will be a bit embarrassing.