Outside the city, in the suburbs, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the students were angry and questioning, Wu Feng, the person in a wheelchair, negated their efforts and persistence, and eliminated, almost half of the people on the scene were eliminated by Wu Feng, just because they were touched by zombies.

"What?" The students with blood paw prints on their bodies watched in a daze as their names were crossed out, this, they came to Heavenly City thousands of miles away, in exchange for such a result?

Unbelief, disobedience, and anger.

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to deny us! Some hot-tempered students stared at Wu Feng with anger, as if Wu Feng was not in a wheelchair, then he would have to come up and have a good exchange with Wu Feng.

Regarding the reaction of these students, Wu Feng still sat indifferently, and opened his mouth indifferently without any trace of emotion: "Weak sheep, if you don't accept it, it's very good, everyone who doesn't accept it will stand up!" ”

The eliminated students walked out of the crowd one after another, staring at Wu Feng in a wheelchair questioningly, among them there are sharpshooter kings, special operations elites, business backbones, almost every one of them is a top fighter, and there are even people who have made first-class merits, and now, being eliminated so inexplicably, don't say that this group of people are all key training objects, even ordinary people will not be convinced.

One after another, one hundred and twenty people stood up, Wu Feng saw this, and said indifferently: "Now, I will give you a chance to prove yourself, if you can still stand in ten minutes, then I will admit your strength, otherwise, all of them will be eliminated." ”

As soon as Wu Feng's voice fell, Han Qi, Meng Biao, and Han Bin walked out with wooden knives and swords, and suddenly, all the students were dumbfounded, three of them, what are you doing?

"It's been a long time since I've moved my muscles, come on, let me see how good you are."

Without waiting for the students to frown, they were puzzled. Meng Biao beckoned with a big grin and made a provocative gesture towards the one hundred and twenty people.

Provocation, three people against more than one hundred and twenty people, are they crazy? No, it's crazy, but what they didn't expect was even more unexpected. Wu Feng's faint words, "Five minutes." If this bunch of garbage is still standing, hum ......"

As soon as Wu Feng's words came out, Meng Biao and the three of them all had a chill down their backs, and no matter what weird gaze they had, they rushed directly towards the group of unconvinced people.

"Damn, look down on us so much!" A student felt insulted to the extreme, roared angrily, and raised his fist to pounce on Meng Biao, for him. Han Qi is a woman, Han Bin is disabled, and it is not a shame to defeat Meng Biao, but he just got close to Meng Biao, and before he could make a fist, he was punched in the chest by Meng Biao. Suddenly, his eyes went black, and he was directly knocked out......

Meng Biao had just shot one person away, strode forward, and when he bullied the crowd, he stopped the battle with nine methods. In one breath, the fist seemed to be split into three, directly knocking the three students who had no time to defend to the ground.

Meng Biao is like a tiger descending from the mountain, wherever he goes, the students are attacking or defending. They were all knocked down by one of his punches, on the other hand, Meng Biao's wide opening and closing, Han Bin was much more elegant, however, Han Bin's attack speed was not slow, the wooden sword in his hand danced, and it landed accurately and efficiently on the acupuncture points of the students......

Surprised, shocked, but there was no way at all, they couldn't attack the three of them at all, especially that Han Qi, whose body was erratic, and he could obviously hit Han Qi at a glance, but when he attacked, he found that he had already been chopped to the ground by Han Qi's wooden knife.

was stunned, except for Wu Feng, everyone present was stunned, not only those students who were not convinced, but even those who came to help with the treatment were also stunned, Han Qi and the three of them were like tigers entering the sheepfold, fierce, fast, and a group of people were powerless to fight back.

There is no power to fight back, yes, although the three of them did not use all their strength, but in their eyes, these people who have practiced martial arts at most are not even as good as zombies, at least, zombies can attack at all costs, and they have a problem that humans can't avoid, that is, they think too much......

In addition, the physical strength of this group of people was already exhausted, and within five or six minutes, more than 120 people were all lying on the ground, and none of them could still stand......

"Who else is not convinced, stand up and let me move my muscles and bones again!" Meng Biao said angrily, and suddenly made those students frown, they really wanted to rub Meng Biao's sharp energy, but these three people were completely monsters, three people, more than one hundred and twenty people were defeated in less than ten minutes, and these students were not ordinary people, and their hand-to-hand combat skills were very exquisite......

Who are these people? Monster? The master?

While the students were guessing and surprised, someone among the students excitedly shouted, "Ancient martial artist, real ancient martial artist." ”

"Squad leader, what is an ancient martial artist?"

"It's a strong man who surpasses the limits of human beings, to put it simply, it's almost the same as the heroes who can fly away from the sky on TV......"

When the major who was among the students heard this, he immediately frowned, he had also heard of martial artists after the outbreak of the end times, however, he had always thought that it was nonsense, but the things in front of him subverted his cognition, those special fighters, more than a dozen strong guys couldn't get close to them, but, they couldn't hold Meng Biao's punch, really, there were really ancient warriors, I couldn't help it, the major set his eyes on Wu Feng who was sitting in a wheelchair, this person, could it be that Jiang Xiaoyu said that he was a super soldier?

The major guessed, excited and excited, while Wu Feng looked at a group of students indifferently, unconvinced, there is nothing disagreeable now, some are just surprised and excited.

Regardless of those who were lying on the ground, they opened their mouths and said loudly: "I, no matter who you are, what training you have received, what merits you have made, and what honors you have, in my eyes, you are just a group of sad weaklings, a group of weak sheep!" ”

The voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears, unconvinced, there was nothing dissatisfied, they knew that Wu Feng was qualified to say this, because the three ancient martial artists listened to him.

The students were silent, and Wu Feng's flat voice sounded again, "Now, you have temporarily passed the first stage of selection, and in the next few months, you will go through several cruel eliminations, because I will only leave the elite of the elite, the strong of the strong, now, you have two choices, first, abandon everything, accept cruel training, and become an ancient martial warrior, and second, leave with your pride and honor!" ”

The scene was still silent, no one left voluntarily, only the wounded and those who were eliminated who were carried away on stretchers left gloomily......

Many people were forced out of the game, refreshing, Wu Feng only felt that his eyes were much more refreshed, and the students selected from all over the country were only less than seven hundred people at the moment, but Wu Feng still felt that there were more, the ideal number was five hundred, however, the selection continued, stay or go, it all depends on their own strength.

"Very well, since you have made your choice, then Hell welcomes you......" to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. (51 Literature Network)