"What happened this night?" Xu Wentang scratched his head, his popularity would not rise for no reason, even if it was the bank settlement interest, it should not rise so much.

"There must be something I don't know. With doubts, Xu Wentang ate breakfast and went to school.

Lingshan Jianzong Affiliated Middle School is a little far from home, and it takes 40 minutes to take the bus, after all, his home is not a school district house.

From Monday to Friday, Xu Wentang has to get up at six o'clock every day, wash up for half an hour, eat breakfast, catch the bus at half past six, and if there is no traffic jam on the road, he can get to school before half past seven.

However, if it is cloudy, rainy or snowy, there is a traffic jam on the road, and you will not be able to get to school before 8 o'clock.

The day was as usual.

Xu Wentang caught the bus at half past six, and Wang Hu was also on the bus, and they were from the same middle school.

Shanhai City is a county-level city with a population of about one million, five middle schools, and no university.

This is not surprising, universities are generally concentrated in developed areas, and only those big cities have university towns, that is, Mufu.

And these five middle schools are the five middle schools affiliated to Wufu.

The Lingshan Sword Sect is a third-rate martial arts, and it is a third-rate university in other words, and it is not among the higher martial arts.

Rao is like this, the admission requirements of the Lingshan Sword Sect still keep most of the students out.

(1) Grade B or above in cultural quality;

(2) Guer's at least level 4;

(3) The level of the martial artist cannot be lower than the fifth stage of the fight.

"It's the end of March now, and there are still four months before the college entrance examination, and there are less than twenty people in the class who can be admitted to the Lingshan Sword Sect. ”

The warriors of the Xiguang Continent are respected, and the system with warriors as the core has penetrated all walks of life.

To take the simplest example, private cars are not bought by anyone who has money, and only those who build the foundation are qualified to buy it, but the success rate of building the foundation is one in a hundred.

If you want to live in a mansion and marry three wives and four concubines, hehe, let's see if you have that qualification.

The strength of a warrior is qualification!

Boil, build the foundation, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial kings, martial saints!

Wu Zong, qualified to be the lord of a state.

King Wu, qualified to be the lord of a country!

Even the mayor of Shanhai City is a martial artist-level master.

The master sits on one side, controls the power, and chokes the economic lifeline, this is the system of the Dawning Continent.

Everybody is in the system.

With these chaotic thoughts surging in my heart, the car arrived at the station, and it took nearly seventy minutes for Xu Wentang and Wang Hu to get off the bus, and then walked eighty meters forward to the school gate.

"Xu Wentang?"

Suddenly, someone called him.

Xu Wentang turned his head and saw that it was a classmate, Cao Zhihao.

This person is a rich second generation, his father runs a property company, the family is quite rich, and he usually has a private driver to pick him up and drop him off to school, and today is no exception.

Xu Wentang squinted, his brows furrowed slightly.

Although Cao Zhihao is in the same class as him, they have almost no friendship, and the relationship between classmates is average.

The gap between the rich and poor families of the two is there, and their preferences and interests are completely different, they are not the same kind of people, and they can't get along.

Cao Zhihao has his own circle of classmates, cultivating connections, and also looking at people, Xu Wentang is obviously not within the scope of his friendship.

In Xu Wentang's impression, Cao Zhihao never took the initiative to greet him, and Xu Wentang did not have a bad habit of flattering others, you ignore me, why should I ignore you.

Therefore, Cao Zhihao walked over with a smile on his face, the painting style was very weird, Xu Wentang couldn't help but look at the sun, and didn't come out of the west.

"Something?" Xu Wentang replied lightly.

Cao Zhihao approached and said with a smile: "I heard that you have practiced as a black sand hand, right?"

Xu Wentang's heart moved and nodded.

Cao Zhihao grinned and said enthusiastically: "Congratulations, you are already in the fourth stage, and you have surpassed me." ”

Cao Zhihao just boiled up three paragraphs, and Xu Wentang smiled slightly: "It's just a fluke." ”

"What's the fluke, ask something, is the "Heart Cultivation Sutra" you mentioned in the group really so magical, it makes you improve so much in just one week?" Cao Zhihao asked repeatedly.

Xu Wentang pondered the wording and said: "The Heart Sutra is a practice for cultivating the body and the spirit, after I practice, it is indeed extraordinary, allowing me to advance thousands of miles every day, as for whether it has the same effect on other people's cultivation, I don't know." ”

Cao Zhihao's eyes flashed, he leaned closer, and said with a smile: "Discuss something, can you lend me the "Heart Sutra" to see? Everyone is a classmate, aren't you so stingy?"

You and I are just in the same class, classmates, and we can't afford to be a classmate...... Xu Wentang remained silent and said calmly: "I'm sorry, the 'Heart Cultivation Sutra' is a family tradition of a friend of my father, and it can't be passed on at will. ”

"What does it matter if you sneak a few glances at me, I promise never to tell anyone. Cao Zhihao said.

Xu Wentang had a feeling that he was being coaxed by Cao Zhihao as a fool, and interrupted: "It's almost late, I'll go in first." ”

After speaking, no matter what Cao Zhihao's face was, he walked into the gate of the school, separated from Wang Hu, and walked into the third class of the third year of the teaching building.

There are six classes in the third grade, each class is about 45 people, and Xu Wentang entered the class.

Most of the students in the class had already arrived and were reading aloud.

As Xu Wentang walked into the door, everyone looked at him in unison, and the reading voice was much quieter.

Xu Wentang walked to his seat and sat down.

Several nearby classmates turned to him one after another, looking at him, Wu Hai said: "Xu Wentang, you are awesome, the black sand hands have been trained by you, and my father praises you as a genius." ”

"Your dad?" Xu Wentang raised his eyebrows, and immediately solved the puzzle, his fake video was sent to the class group, and the classmates shared it with others after watching it, so the number of viewers snowballed.

"You're famous, and the people in the next class are talking about you. Li Huahua pouted, with a look of envy and jealousy, she was fighting for the second stage, and she had been pressing Xu Wentang for a few days, and Xu Wentang suddenly overpowered her two ends, and there was no reason.

"The class next door also knows?!" Xu Wentang's eyes burst into brilliance, he couldn't be wrong, it was really sharing, it was spreading!

After solving the confusion, Xu Wentang felt a lot more comfortable, sharing happiness, I am very happy!

"Xu Wentang, show your black sand hand. Zhou Mingshan ran over from the other row and shouted loudly.

At this moment, the whole class turned their heads, and Cao Zhihao, who had just sat down, also turned his head to look at it, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Xu Wentang groaned, took a breath, raised his right hand, and concentrated his strength in his palm, and in an instant, his right hand changed color, black as the bottom of a pot, warm as a furnace, exuding a masculine and violent aura fluctuation.

"Wow!"

The whole class was stunned, none of them had practiced the Black Sand Hand, including Duan Feilong, who had also practiced the Iron Sand Palm before.