Extreme Warrior!

Jiang Ling didn't know what the concept was at all!

The Blood Flame Guard he had seen before was a high-level martial artist, and his combat power was already terrifying.

How strong should the so-called extreme martial artist be?

The third prince of the royal family, who reached the limit martial artist at the age of fifteen, what a rebellion against the sky?

Seeing Jiang Ling's stunned appearance, the monitoring teacher smiled, "Surprised, right? Actually, the third prince is not the strongest among his peers, but most of the other powerhouses of the same generation are very low-key, and their true strength is unknown." ”

"Amazing. ”

After a brief loss of consciousness, Jiang Ling recovered.

The genius of this world exceeded Jiang Ling's expectations.

But what does it matter?

This monitoring teacher thought that he had been cultivating for more than ten years before he reached his current level.

Actually?

It's only been a month, and that's when resources are extremely scarce.

If you have the same resources as them, it's easy to surpass them!

Therefore, Jiang Ling would not change his decision to go to the First Martial Mansion of the Imperial Capital because of this. On the contrary, he was more looking forward to competing with those royal families and family geniuses.

"Jiang Ling, I suggest you apply for the Imperial Capital Sanyuan Martial Mansion. Although the Sanyuan Martial Mansion is the most inferior in the imperial capital, the resources and treatment are not comparable to the ordinary state martial arts. The monitoring teacher said.

"Thank you, teacher, I'll still report to the First Martial Mansion. ”

Jiang Ling understood that this monitoring teacher had good intentions, but it was impossible for him to know Jiang Ling's true qualifications.

From his point of view, applying for the Sanyuan Martial Arts Mansion is indeed the best choice.

"Jiang Ling, Mr. Wang is well-informed, his judgment will not be wrong, he is for your good. A recorder also advised.

"I know that the teacher has good intentions, but it is my dream to be admitted to the First Martial Mansion of the Imperial Capital, and I will not change it, thank you. Jiang Ling insisted.

"Alas. ”

The three of them looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.

A commoner's son goes to the First Martial Mansion of the Imperial Capital, which is no different from abolishing it.

It's not that others will oppress him or anything, just seeing the level of other people's qualifications is enough to make him feel inferior. What's more, with his Jiang Ling's strength level, he can't compete for any resources at all.

It's a pity.

But what can be done? This kid is too stubborn to listen to persuasion.

"Well, since you insist, please choose Wufu. ”

Immediately afterwards, a recorder brought over a stone plaque with the words "First Martial Mansion of the Imperial Capital" written on it.

"If you drip blood into it, you can be considered a successful registration. Tomorrow, someone will take you to the corresponding assessment channel, and you should be able to barely pass it with your strength, so let's do it. The monitoring teacher didn't say much.

"Thank you, three teachers. Jiang Ling bowed and went out.

Looking at Jiang Ling's departing back, the three of them sighed again.

"This kid, if only he were willing to come to our martial mansion. ”

"Hehe, it's so ambitious. ”

"I can't recognize the reality clearly, and when I hit my head full of bags, I will know that you are talking about good words, teacher. ”

......

"Jiang Ling Jiang Ling, how is it?"

As soon as Jiang Ling came out, a few classmates who knew him came over.

When they came, they didn't really want to ask Jiang Ling how the test was, they just wanted to see the jokes.

"Jiang Ling, you are at least qualified to report to the West Wind Martial Mansion in our city, right?" someone said.

"Where! Jiang Ling Dacai, at least you have to report to the Xuanming Martial Mansion in Hushan City!" The Martial Mansion that this person is talking about is a relatively famous Martial Mansion in the city.

"Hahaha. Someone laughed.

"Jiang Ling said, what kind of martial arts are you reporting. They chattered and continued to ask.

Jiang Ling didn't want to pay attention to them, and said as he walked forward, "Imperial Capital, First Martial Mansion." ”

"Hahaha. ”

"You have such a good sense of humor. ”

"It's just, why didn't you find out before, you kid is quite good at joking. ”

The crowd laughed.

Several people wanted to laugh at Jiang Ling for a few words, but they found that he had already gone away.

"This sand sculpture is estimated to have been scolded by the monitoring teacher, and I don't even want to speak. ”

"I think his strength may not exceed eight hundred pounds, and he rolled out in ashes. ”

"Eight hundred pounds, I think it's all lifted him. ”

"Don't make a noise!

Several people immediately shut up, and one of them went in to test.

After Zhang Yang came in, he looked very nervous.

"Don't be nervous, are you Jiang Ling's classmate?" the recorder took the initiative to talk.

"yes. Zhang Yang shrank his neck, could it be that this kid angered the monitoring teacher, and they wanted to put on small shoes for themselves?

"Hehe, come on, see if you can hit a tenth of his strength. A recorder said.

"A tenth of him?" Zhang Yang couldn't cry or laugh, and sure enough, Jiang Ling Nabi angered the three teachers, and he came up to mock himself.

Jiang Ling's strength is no more than 800 catties at most, and his one-tenth of his strength is tens of catties?

"Teacher, Jiang Ling, this kid doesn't do his best, if there is anything offended, please don't be surprised. Besides, I don't know him well at all!" Zhang Yang hurriedly said.

Originally, the monitoring teacher looked at the face of Jiang Ling's classmate, and said a few words, but this thing said so?

"Jiang Ling is not self-sufficient, and if you test it, you may think that you are stronger than him. ”

"Yes, teacher!" Zhang Yang was triumphant, stronger than Jiang Ling? Isn't this nonsense, a finger is more powerful than him.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and after some deliberation, he slapped it suddenly.

"Eighteen thousand six hundred pounds. The recorder looks at the results.

Zhang Yang raised his head and raised his chest, with a proud face, more than 18,000 catties, which can be regarded as a medium level in the eighth level of martial apprentices.

"Alas, the boy is clumsy, the teacher forgive me. Zhang Yang said proudly.

"Poor, too bad, only a few tenths of Jiang Ling's. It seems that he is the only genius in Southwind City. A recorder shook his head.

They originally expected that another apprentice with even more than 50,000 catties of strength would be produced.

"Teacher, are you mistaken! He's only a fraction of me?" Zhang Yang said.

"You, young man, don't you know that Jiang Ling's strength is 450,000 catties?" said a recorder.

Airplanes.

Zhang Yang's ears were buzzing, as if he had been poured into it.

"Four hundred and fifty pounds, or?" Zhang Yang was cautious.

"It seems that Jiang Ling, this kid is quite low-key, not bad. has the strength of 450,000 catties, and even his classmates don't know it. This point, stronger than the third prince, is not ostentatious. The monitoring teacher said.

"The teacher is right, people who are too ostentatious will suffer sooner or later. The two recorders nodded.

"Teacher......" Zhang Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said nervously: "Jiang Ling, did you really hit 450,000 catties of strength?"

"Exactly. However, he didn't listen to my persuasion just now and applied for the first martial arts mansion in the imperial capital, this kid is really tough. The monitoring teacher shook his head and smiled.

Blown up, blown up!

Zhang Yang felt that his blood was about to explode!