Zhou Wen's first battle was over, but the enthusiastic response among the new students did not stop.

Even those who stayed away from Zhou Wen because of Zhou Wen's rumors before, also became more close to Zhou Wen.

This is the so-called collective sense of honor, and in this representative selection, Zhou Wen alone represents a collective.

Yes, the freshmen saw hope in him.

This hope is something that they can't do at the moment, but it is expected to be realized by Zhou Wen.

"This year's freshmen are really lively!" It's on the edge of the auditorium on the third floor.

Two figures landed at the door, and the one in front of him was full of kindness and was more than fifty years old.

The one in the back was the head of the martial arts department.

The two of them stood in the shadows by the door, watching the enthusiastic crowd in the arena.

"I'm sorry Headmaster, these guys are so bloody this year that they're making you laugh."

"Young people, they can't always be as dull as us, they are vibrant, energetic, longing, and dreamy, which is a good thing."

The man standing in front of the head of the department smiled slightly, but he didn't care about the head of the department's words.

As he spoke, his gaze followed the group of excited figures and fell forward, where Zhou Wenzheng was holding a bottle and his eyes were closed.

Looking at him, the principal's eyes flashed slightly, and he turned back to the head of the department for a while.

"Are the Titans already in their business?"

"This ......" Hearing this, the head of the department turned pale and couldn't help but glance at Zhou Wen.

"Is it Zhou Wendong's hand?"

"Judging from the evidence currently available, it is indeed inseparable from Zhou Wen. However, at that time, Zhou Wen had just entered the school, and although he defeated several martial artists in the entrance exam, he ......"

"Do you still think so when you see him fighting now?"

"I ......"

The head of the department scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Just kidding, he is not stupid, how could he still doubt that Zhou Wen has the strength to kill the Titans.

It's just such a seedling, and if he is really involved in the murder of the Titans, it will be a huge loss to the martial arts department and even to the graduate school.

The heart of love for talents made the head of the department subconsciously choose favoritism.

Looking at him, the principal hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said lightly: "I understand your thoughts." However, if you want to do something, you have to do it well, and I don't want this to become a stumbling block for our graduate school in the future. You know what I mean? ”

"Headmaster!"

The head of the department was shocked, he didn't seem to expect the principal to say such a thing to him.

But the principal turned his head and didn't go to look at him again, and said with emotion: "Looking at these boys, it also reminds me of my past, if I didn't have the patience of the teacher, I'm afraid that I won't be as good as I am today, and I don't know how far I have gone astray." ”

"Don't worry, principal, I will strictly discipline this kid and never let him disgrace our graduate school."

They are all human spirits, and they can't hear the true meaning of the principal's words.

Hearing this, the principal nodded, patted the head of the department on the shoulder, but did not stay in the Douwu Pavilion for long, and turned to leave.

The head of the department glanced at Zhou Wen, showed a meaningful smile, and left behind the principal.

They were gone, but the game went on.

At the end of the day, Zhou Wen fought five games in a row, the highest was the seventh level of martial arts, and the lowest was also four levels of martial arts. For a freshman, this lottery luck is obviously not too good.

But in the twelfth martial arts arena where he is located, there has been no shortage of visitors.

In contrast, the higher you go, the fewer visitors there are.

I don't know why, on the first day of the duel, almost all the martial artists and ground-level martial artists were arranged to duel in the high-level martial arts arena. As the selection began, the atmosphere of the school was like a celebration.

By the end of the evening, the first day of selection was over, and the number of contestants from more than 1,000 was reduced to 200.

"Boss, tomorrow you may not be so easy, after a day of screening, the rest of the hands are a little bit of real work."

"Cut, it's like the boss's kung fu is fake!"

"I didn't mean that, I just asked the boss to pay more attention."

Huang Yue rolled his eyes, Jun Hao's affairs always covered his heart with a cloud, so that even talking and doing things were significantly different from the previous appearance.

How to put it, it's like I've been relieved, and I'm a little too worried.

Zhou Wen didn't care at all, and waved his hand lightly: "By the way, I haven't cared about the men's and women's lists before." What kind of realm are the people above, the people above? ”

When he has time, Zhou Wen also wants to know his opponents, after all, he is likely to fight with these guys next.

"We don't know the specifics, but judging from the information book that is currently being secretly distributed, ten Ying, ten masters, one adds up to seven martial arts peaks, one martial artist is ninefold, and there are two martial artists in the eightfold realm."

In other words, at least the top twenty cultivators who represent the strength of the students in the school also have martial arts Yae.

Of course, of course, in the four grades, these seven martial artist peaks have already included all the martial artist peaks.

But there are not only eleven martial artists and nine folds.

These two martial artists, Yae, may have the same ability as Zhou Wen to challenge the moon end. At least the combat effectiveness will not be lower than that of the average martial artist ninefold, looking at it this way, Zhou Wen wants that qualification, and the combat power against the ground enemy is at least the martial artist ninefold realm.

Knowing that Zhou Wen was just a freshman, Han Jun couldn't laugh.

"Indeed, the masters on the men's and women's lists are not as strong as others, and it will not be easy to deal with Bingding."

"I know this better than you!"

Hou Wen said lightly, he just asked casually.

"By the way, boss, have you seen tomorrow's battle table?"

"Huh?"

"Hehe, it seems that you don't know yet, okay, then we won't talk about it, you can see for yourself tomorrow."

The god smiled mysteriously, and Han Jun suddenly stopped.

made Zhou Wen feel weird, and he didn't know what these guys were going to say.

However, seeing that this one didn't even want to believe his explanation at all, Zhou Wen didn't bother to ask.

The next day, after sleeping and getting up, Zhou Wen came to the outside of the Douwu Hall, looked at the two updated battle lists outside, and finally knew what these guys wanted to say yesterday.

Just as he was about to enter the venue, the young man he met yesterday who sold "tickets" appeared in front of him again.

"Senior Brother Zhou, wait, do you want to take a good look?"

"Yesterday I didn't have a 'ticket' to win, so can't you open another one today?"

"Haha, of course, of course, after all, your first game today is unusual, and we naturally started the game. There is one move to defeat the enemy, and two moves ......, which one do you want to buy, junior brother? ”