"Brother Ash, how did you know that the restaurant is full of people from the Big Dipper?"

Out of the restaurant, the two walked towards the auditorium of the First Army of Great Xia, and on the way, Huang Mao finally couldn't help but ask.

"The people sitting in the cafeteria, full of blood and energy, even worse than those old students yesterday, are as eye-catching as stoves, who else can they be if they are not the old students of the Big Dipper?"

Wang Yan said lightly, "Those people in the restaurant are not only the old students of the Big Dipper Seven School, but also the best among the old students, which is extraordinary."

"Huh?"

Huang Mao was taken aback, not an ordinary old student, or the best among the old students of the Big Dipper Seven School?

Can Brother Ember stop it?

"Brother Ash, aren't you worried?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"What's there to worry about?"

Wang Yan's face was calm, as if those old students of the Big Dipper School, no matter how good they were, were just ordinary in his eyes: "Even if the garbage is gathered together, it is still garbage, and the best of the garbage is just a better garbage after all."

His complexion was as pale as a vampire, without any blood, and with his already good looks, he looked like a sick nobleman.

However, the words that came out of his mouth were so domineering that Huang Mao subconsciously admired him, but he quickly reacted to one more thing.

He called the group of top students of the Big Dipper School rubbish...... But I'm not even as good as those top students......

Wouldn't I even be as good as garbage?!

……

"Brother Kun, what do you think of this Wang Yan?"

In the restaurant, as Wang Yan and Huang Mao left, everyone in the restaurant had already withdrawn their gaze.

In the corner of the restaurant, a boy looked sideways at a person sitting next to him and asked in a low voice.

The person next to him was a boy with black hair mixed with a hint of white, who was looking thoughtfully at the direction where Wang Yan and the two had left, and did not answer.

"Heh, what a bullshit martial saint is a talent, it's just a sick seedling."

In the other direction of the restaurant, a big man sat alone at a table, looking at the direction Wang Yan had left, he couldn't help sneering, his face was full of disdain.

"Ge Peng, you have such a big mouth, that kid named Wang Yan, but there is a great sect powerhouse who personally said that he has the qualifications of a martial saint, why, in your mouth, he has become a sick man who has achieved nothing? Are you better than the big ones?"

A cold and arrogant boy sitting at the table with his hands folded in front of his chest, and said with a sarcasm on his face at this time.

"Cai Zexing, you don't have to buckle my hat as soon as you come up, although Lao Tzu's strength is not as good as that of the Great Sect, I will not be like you guys who are like, what the Great Sect says is what it is, Lao Tzu has eyes, and Lao Tzu himself will judge!"

Ge Peng sneered and said, "Don't tell me, you didn't feel it just now, this kid named Wang Yan has extremely decayed qi and blood in his body, and it is clear that there is a mistake in his martial arts cultivation, although I don't know how this kid managed to defeat hundreds of freshmen by himself yesterday, but I am sure that this kid's injuries are not light, such a sick man, has the resources of a fart martial saint?"

The boy named Cai Zexing snorted coldly, did not refute, he seemed to be very incompatible with this Ge Peng, at this time he just sneered, did not miss any opportunity to ridicule Ge Peng, and sneered: "I can't see it, Ge Peng, it turns out that you have not only muscles in your head, but also brains?"

"What, you want to compare with me? I don't mind teaching you a lesson today."

Ge Peng stood up with a sneer, his broad stature blocking out the light projected from outside the restaurant.

"Didn't you two say that you wanted to come and see this Martial Saint Wang Ember? Why do you have to fight again?"

There was a chuckle from the side, and a beautiful long-legged beauty with a pretty appearance but a bit of cold color chuckled.

"Although I am here for this Wang Yan, who is known as a martial saint, but this Cai Zexing

I owe so much to my mouth that I can't help but want to teach him a lesson."

Ge Peng sneered, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and suddenly a crackling sound like fried beans came out.

"Fighting on the territory of the First Army of Great Xia, is it a shame?"

A faint voice came from the side, and a boy with a bored face stood up, yawned a little boredly, and said, "If you two want to fight, it's better to save your strength, don't fight in the territory of the first army of Great Xia, go back to your own school."

As if he hadn't woken up, the boy staggered in the direction of the door.

"Guanyun, didn't you say that you would meet this Wang Yan? Why are you going to leave now?"

The cold-looking girl subconsciously spoke.

"What's the deal?"

The sleepy-eyed boy didn't look back, and staggered towards the door, while casually saying, "It's just a martial saint who has been blown out, look at his appearance of decaying qi and blood, how many levels is he?" The path of martial arts has just begun, and he has been seriously injured and wants to set foot in the realm of martial saints? The capital of the Martial Saint? It's good to be able to be a grandmaster."

"I guess the big sect was dazzled, I was wrong, I'm not interested in dealing with such a so-called genius who was blown out, if you want to meet, please take care of yourself."

Guan Yun said as he slowly walked out of the door of the restaurant.

……

In the festive auditorium that has been decorated in the Wuhan University, the principal Zhang Zehong, dressed in suits and leather shoes, and a group of teachers have sat down on the high platform, quietly waiting for the new students to enter.

"Headmaster, I heard that someone posted that great sect powerhouse's evaluation of Wang Yan on the Internet, which caused the students of the Big Dipper Seven School to be very unconvinced."

A teacher on the left turned his head sideways, and almost wrote the word "worried" on his face, worried, "Today's freshman conference, there won't be students from other schools coming to smash the field, right?"

"Come on, come on, our First Army of Great Xia is still afraid of these things?"

Zhang Zehong didn't seem to be worried at all, and said with a chuckle.

Seeing that the principal was not worried at all, as if everything was under control, the teacher relaxed slightly, sat up straight again, and muttered: "I don't know who is so lacking in virtue that he actually posted the evaluation of Wang Ember by that great sect powerhouse on the Internet, isn't this the first military of our Great Xia on the fire pit...... For so many years, I haven't heard of anyone who has been evaluated as a martial saint......

"I posted it online."

Who knows, the teacher's muttering has just fallen, and I heard the principal on the side say lightly.

"Huh?"

The teacher almost choked on his own saliva, and even the rest of the teachers turned their heads in shock at this time.

"Since our Great Xia First Army Martial Arts University has accepted such a good student, then we have to show it, what is it to hide it?"

saw Zhang Zehong with a relaxed smile on his face, and said lightly.