After a battle with the wolves, Chen Fan and his entourage of five finally walked out of the Wanluo Forest after more than ten hours of rapid marching, and successfully arrived at the first city outside the forest, Luoha City.

Luoha City is not big, about the area of two or three small towns, but the streets are quite clean and tidy, and Chen Fan and the five of them picked an old shop not far from the city gate to live. Due to the fatigue of the journey, coupled with the danger in the Wanluo Forest, several people finally came out alive, Chen Fan asked the shopkeeper to bring hot water, and a few people who were in a hurry cleaned it for a while.

After a night of silence, the next morning, after everyone finished their meal, they went to the center of the city for a stroll.

Chen Fan and his party walked on the street, watching the surrounding stillness with great interest, but did not wait for a few steps out, at this time, suddenly heard a rush of horses' hooves and running sound behind them, everyone looked back, only to see a person riding a high-headed horse in front of him, a burst of galloping, and dozens of big men with the appearance of people running behind him.

When the street vendors saw this, they quickly put away their belongings, and some of them were a little slower with their hands and feet, and they were immediately knocked over by the flying crowd, and their things were scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, Chen Fan frowned dissatisfiedly, grabbed a passerby, and wondered, "What are these people doing?"

The pedestrian looked at Chen Fan in surprise, his eyes were like looking at an idiot, and he sneered: "You don't know this, these are all students of Bibo Academy, in a few days, it will be the annual promotion exam of Bibo Academy, of course these people will come back." ”

Chen Fan was puzzled and continued to ask, "What is the promotion exam?"

The pedestrian sighed and explained for him.

It turned out that the students of Bibo Academy were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow, from top to bottom, with the highest Heavenly level and the lowest Yellow level. The higher the rank, the better the treatment they will receive after graduation, and the worse it will be. For example, students at the heavenly and earth levels are often awarded the title of baron or even viscount as soon as they graduate, while students of the level of Xuan and Huang are treated much more miserably, even if they obtain the title of baron, there are very few. Not only that, but anyone who wins in the promotion exam can finally get a volume of high-level martial arts rewarded by the academy, and it is precisely because of this that the promotion exam is extremely popular every year.

After hearing this, Chen Fan's heart suddenly moved, and at the same time, his brain was also running rapidly.

At this time, Xiao Wen stepped forward, poked his head, patted Chen Fan's shoulder, and asked, "Brother Chen, what are you thinking?"

Chen Fan smiled faintly and said, "You also heard just now, those who win in the promotion exam can get a volume of high-level martial arts, I was wondering, can I sneak into the courtyard and participate in the promotion exam with them." ”

After hearing this, Xiao Wen's jaw almost didn't fall in surprise, and he said incoherently: "Chen, Brother Chen, how can this, how can this work?"

"Why not?" Chen Fan smiled and said, "I have made up my mind, this time, I will sneak into Bibo Academy alone, and after entering it, I will pull a team of people to form a team, and then participate in this promotion exam." ”

Xiao Wen shook his head when he heard this, and just as he wanted to say something more, Chen Fan took the lead and said: "Wealth and wealth are in danger, it's so decided! I'll leave now, you go and say hello to Fang Han and them, and let them wait here for me for a few days." With that, in Xiao Wen's stunned expression, Chen Fan strode towards Bibo Academy.

In the evening, the city of Loha was immersed in a quiet atmosphere, where a light rain had just fallen, the cool autumn wind whistling and whistling echoed in mid-air, and on the muddy streets, a few hurried pedestrians clearly felt the sudden coolness, shivering and wrapped in their bloated coats, and at the same time the steps under their feet were faster.

At the end of the street, there is an old manor.

The setting sun left a long bloody shadow in the distant sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the fence on the outside of the manor, like the eyes of an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, quiet and peaceful. Whenever a pedestrian walks here, he will habitually stop, raise his head and look up at the antique manor in front of him, with admiration in his eyes, and then sigh twice in his mouth... There is no other reason, just because this is the largest local martial arts supply base - Bibo Academy!

Bibo College is famous for producing excellent martial artists, and its active classroom atmosphere is highly respected and imitated by other colleges and universities, as if to inherit this 'fine school spirit'.

"It's open!"

"One to five, today the instructor will call Rooney's name! One to eight, Rohm is going to be unlucky today..."

"Hurry up, hurry up and hurry up to buy it, there's not much time left!"

In the cold classroom, a teenager wiped the sweat from his forehead, blushed and shouted hard around him.

The students flocked to the top.

"Vera, I'll buy two hundred, Rom will definitely be named today!"

"Hey, Rand, why do you say I'm going to be named?" retorted in the crowd as a stout student with his hands crossed over his waist.

Rand smiled meaningfully at him: "Hehe, Rohm, don't pretend to be garlic with me, don't you remember what bad things you've done?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Come on, still pretend! Just the last time you secretly put the earthworm in the Linton instructor's teacup, now the Lington instructor already knows that you did it, haha, you don't know yet, at that time, the whole face of the Lington instructor was green, you kid is waiting to be rectified!"

Röhm subconsciously shuddered, it was dark in front of him, and he argued unconvinced: "Why don't you say it's Rooney? Last time I saw him stealing wine from Instructor Linton and was caught! Vera, I'm betting three hundred, today's unlucky guy must be Rooney!"

"Okay, buy and leave, buy and leave—" At this moment, a small pointed head poked out from the back of the crowd, oh, it should be said that it was a very handsome young man, and his handsome face was full of smiles--sneer!

Vera collected everyone's gambling money one by one, counted it with a smile, and then raised her arms high and waved upwards: "Rand two hundred, Roma three hundred, Rooney one hundred and fifteen... Who else? Who else wants to buy? Today's odds are very high, everyone must not miss it, get rich, in this game!"

Röm pouted, "Here you go again, Vera, when did you not say that? But didn't you make all the money in the end?"

Vera glanced at him deeply, and the old god was saying: "Roma, why don't you buy one for yourself, your odds are the highest, and the prospect of winning the championship is also very optimistic, everyone is very optimistic about you, this time you will definitely be able to suppress Rooney and win the jackpot!"

Rom: "Damn, you inhuman fellow, I still call you brother and brother in vain, don't ask me to borrow money when you have the ability to do it—ah, no, Instructor Linton looks to us!"

Instructor Linton was an old man who was close to his sixtieth birthday, with a big belly and a swaying belly when he walked, like a big rolling ball of meat. Every time I go to class, the old man seems to have been pointed at on the podium, and the students in the audience are arguing, and I don't move! Because of this, every time I take his class, the students always have to follow the following fixed process:

1. When the class bell rang, the old man walked into the classroom slowly with a big belly, and the students took the lead in standing up and saying hello.

2. Everyone sat down, and the student leader stepped forward to report the attendance of the day. (The actual number of attendees is often less than the reported number of people, for unknown reasons!) But there is a phenomenon worth studying, before each class, the student leader's desk is always piled with all kinds of special snacks and expensive wines)

3. The old man made an opening remarks before class: "In today's turbulent situation, as a member of Bibo College, you should be diligent and thrifty, think and ask questions, and carry forward the fine traditions of our school... (More than 10,000 words omitted here)"

Fourth, the students have a tacit understanding to take out the tea and fruit snacks prepared before the class (some students with a strong sense of unity will spontaneously get together) to eat and drink, after eating and drinking, everyone is satisfied to touch the belly, and then close their eyes to recuperate, and travel for nine days.

Fifth, the old man ended his opening remarks and officially started the class. (The students continue to sleep)

6. A quarter of an hour before the end of the class, the old man began to ask random questions about what was said in class. At this time, all the students woke up from their sleep, their hearts beat faster, and they were anxiously waiting for the verdict of fate. ）

7. The unfortunate student whose name was named was instantly stunned in place, his face turned red, and he didn't know how to answer. (The rest of the students cast sympathetic glances)

Eighth, the old man was heartbroken, slapped the podium with his palm, and scolded the person who was ordered for not seeking progress, living up to his own hard work, and so on. (At this time, the criticized educators are often very cooperative, washing their faces with tears, putting on a posture of a prodigal son who will not change his money, and repeatedly saying that he will definitely change his past mistakes and never do it again, etc.)

9. When the bell rang for the end of class, the old man pushed the boat down the river, signaled the students whose names were called to make a deep examination, and then habitually picked up the teacup on the podium, drank two sips of tea sprayed with his own spit, and then waved his hand in a chic manner to announce the end of class.

10. The course of the day was successfully concluded.

Lington slowly put down the textbook in his hand, raised his head, and swept his eagle-sharp gaze over the students one by one, as if the general was reviewing his troops before the expedition.

The students were so frightened that they sat down one by one, trembling and not even daring to breathe more, for fear that their inadvertent actions would attract the attention of the old man.

"Ahem!" Lington looked around, first cleared his throat, and said, "I am very satisfied with everyone's full mental state today!"

"Oh, instructor, look at what you said, your lecture is lively and interesting, and of course we sound energetic!"

"Instructor, you've worked hard!"

"Instructor, take a sip of tea to moisten your throat!"

......

"Hehe, okay, the student I'm going to ask today is—"

Finally, the moment to decide their fate has come! All the students held their breath in unison, suppressing their little hearts that were beating wildly, and there was a little fear and some expectation in their expressions. That look, it's like a little ** for the first time!

At this time, Linton's indifferent voice reached everyone's eardrums: "Vera, today's question is up to you to answer!"