"Lao Zhang, your tea is really tasteless."

Somewhere in the First Army of Great Xia, in a spacious and bright office.

A middle-aged man held the teacup in his hand, slightly blew away the steaming white gas floating at the mouth of the cup, took a sip gently, frowned suddenly, put the teacup down, and looked at the man sitting opposite.

The middle-aged man's jet-black hair, black and thick, tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, made his temperament a little softer.

However, the edges and corners of his whole face were very sharp, like the tip of a knife, and the sharpness was exposed, neutralizing the softness added by the ponytail at the back of his head.

The man sitting across from him was the complete opposite.

The man sitting across from him was extremely broad, sitting at the wide square table, like a wall, giving people an extremely powerful aura of oppression.

However, his palms were slender and slender that did not match his figure at all, and his knuckles were distinct, and at this time, he gently pushed a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a kind of scroll that did not match his figure at all, and the aura was extremely rich, as if he was a scholar who had been immersed in the scroll for a long time.

Hearing this, the man smiled: "I don't like to drink tea, and this tea was also given to me by others, so I guess it has been left for too long."

This man is none other than the principal of the First Military Martial Arts University of Great Xia, Zhang Zehong.

And the man sitting opposite him was also not an ordinary person, this person was the vice president of Shaoguang Wuhan University, Jing Jin.

"Tsk, or I say that your Lao Zhang is really not authentic, and you will take Chen tea to entertain guests, right?"

Jing Jin snorted, and pushed the teacup in front of him farther away with some disgust.

"You, a grandmaster, why do you have to come to me to watch these children make trouble?"

Zhang Zehong glanced at Jing Jin a little strangely: "Children are fighting and making trouble, are you so interested?"

"Hehe, Lao Zhang, the freshmen of your First Military Martial Arts University in Daxia are bullied by the freshmen of our other colleges and universities every year, and you don't have a little wave in your heart?"

Jing Jin glanced at Zhang Zehong with slanted eyes, and said with a smile.

"What's there to be all about?"

Zhang Zehong replied lightly: "It is an indisputable fact that the quality of the students of our Great Xia First Military Martial University is not as good as that of the other seven colleges and universities of yours, since the talent of this group of children is not as good as that of the students of your school, it is better to let them know that there is a gap between them and other schools, and it can stimulate their competitiveness even more."

When he said this, he paused, and then said, "What's more, which of our students who came out of the First Military Martial Arts University of Great Xia will not be between life and death in the future? If we can't afford this setback, how will we go to war in the future?"

"You're very open-minded."

Zhang Zehong laughed and said, "Actually, I came here today mainly to see the performance of a freshman in our school this year."

"Oh? Is there a new student who can get your attention?"

Zhang Zehong glanced at Jing Jin, the latter is the vice president of Shaoguang Wuhan University, and over the years, he has seen no less than dozens of martial arts champions in the college entrance examination.

Even if he is the champion of the college entrance examination, it is just like that in his eyes.

Who is the student he is talking about, and who can make Jing Jindu interested?

"Do you know that the old presiding officer of Tianri Temple, who died more than ten years ago, suddenly accepted a disciple before he died?"

Seeing the curious look on Zhang Zehong's face, Jing Jin smiled proudly, and first sold a pass.

"I've heard of it."

Zhang Zehong nodded slightly, and then suddenly realized: "The student you fancy is the disciple of the old host of Tianri Temple?"

Although the old abbot of that day temple has lived in the temple for a long time, he rarely appears in front of the world.

However, as far as he knew, the old host had played a terrifying record that made everyone jaw-dropping.

When the old host was young, he once traveled all over the world, and when he passed by a "nest", he happened to meet a team of Daxia soldiers who fled in embarrassment.

The Great Xia Military Department was planning to clear the "nest" at that time, but it miscalculated the "nest".

Degree of danger.

In that "nest", there is a seventh-level beast!

So, when the army that attacked the nest was completely routed, and when it fled out, he saw this young monk who had wandered to this vicinity.

The young monk was stunned, as if he didn't know what was going on.

The fleeing soldiers desperately beckoned the monk to flee quickly, but the monk stood stunned as if he was missing a string, looking at a loss.

Seeing that the seventh-level beast behind him was about to chase him out, those soldiers were helpless, and were about to take some coercive measures against this monk to save his life.

But seeing that the monk did not retreat, but advanced, he actually walked towards the nest.

The next moment, the scene in front of him made all the soldiers on the field dumbfounded for a moment.

The monk, who looked as if he was missing a string, stood in front of the terrifying beast that was hundreds of times larger than him.

With one punch, the alien beast was smashed into pieces of flesh and blood!

Later, according to the soldiers present at the time, it was speculated that this monk at least had a large amount of strength!

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to smash a powerful seventh-level beast into such pieces with a single punch!

That monk was the previous abbot of Tianri Temple, and his Dharma name was Tianyi.

And this year, there was a disciple of the Great Sect who shook the light of Wuda?

"Hehe, you think ordinary students can let me pay attention to it personally?"

Jing Jin smiled proudly: "I've heard that the last abbot of Tianri Temple, the body of the immovable Ming King is extremely strong, one punch is enough to kill a seventh-level beast, and he has accepted two disciples in his life, one of the disciples is the abbot of today's Sun Temple, and the other disciple is the student who entered my Shaking Light Martial Arts University this year."

"And I've heard one more thing."

After a pause, Jing Jin said mysteriously: "I heard that before the abbot sat down that day, he left a prophecy that soon after, Tianri Temple would face an unprecedented catastrophe, and his little disciple was the key to breaking the situation."

"And that kind of statement?" Zhang Zehong didn't know anything about this, and his face showed surprise: "But, prophecy? Do you believe in this kind of godly chatter?"

"Of course I don't believe it."

Jing Jin shook his head and said: "However, that kid named Zhai Shaohui is a disciple of the Great Sect after all, I think there should be something unusual, I came here this time, just to see what means this kid is, although he is only ranked second in the national college entrance examination this time, but with the test method of the college entrance examination, I am afraid that it will not be able to test his full strength at all, if it is about real strength, he is probably the champion of this year's college entrance examination...... Alas? What about this kid? Why didn't you see it?"

Jing Jin said as he subconsciously glanced towards the Guansheng Lake, but at this glance, he was stunned, because there was no shadow of Zhai Shaohui in the crowd on the other side of the Guansheng Lake.

"Is it the one in the lake?"

Zhang Zehong looked at the holy lake and pouted: "No, the one who is still spitting bubbles in the water."

Jing Jin was stunned.

No, aren't you a disciple of the Great Sect?

How did you get beaten into the lake?