"But...... Headmaster, when you announce the news, our Great Xia First Army Wuda was originally the target of everyone, but now it is even more hateful......

A teacher on the side couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw Zhang Zehong looking like this.

"What are you afraid of, even if our Great Xia First Military Martial University becomes the target of everyone, it is also the business of that group of students, what does it have to do with our group of school leaders?"

Zhang Zehong laughed and said, "The students from other schools will only come to trouble the students of our school, and they will only find trouble with Wang Yan, we just need to watch."

He paused, and then said, "Besides, aren't you curious? Don't you want to know where the strength of this kid Wang Yan has reached?"

Although Zhang Zehong's strength is only in the realm of a grandmaster, there is still a long way to go from the great sect powerhouse who judged Wang Yan to have the qualifications of a martial saint.

But that doesn't mean that his vision will be much worse than that of the great sect powerhouse.

He could see that Wang Ember's body was empty of blood and qi, not to mention the modern age of today's martial arts, even before the era of martial arts, in ancient times when material resources were still extremely poor, Wang Ember was also a very sick seedling.

According to common sense, such a completely sick seedling, not to mention any martial saint qualifications, even if it is difficult to practice martial arts.

But the strange thing is that Wang Yan relied on such a sick body, not only was he evaluated by the powerhouse of the great sect as having "martial saint qualifications", but also won this year's college entrance examination martial champion.

This is where many of the grandmasters and powerhouses in the capital are extremely confused.

Wang Yan's appearance is completely contrary to common sense.

But Zhang Zehong saw some differences.

He saw that there seemed to be a force in Wang Yan's body that had nothing to do with blood qi, but made him even stronger.

This power is the true meaning of martial arts!

This is the true meaning of martial arts that only a strong person who has reached the realm of a grandmaster can comprehend!

And it is not the true meaning of ordinary martial arts, the will of martial arts is so strong and sharp that even Zhang Zehong, who saw Wang Yan for the first time, was surprised!

This is also the reason why the other principals of the Big Dipper Seven Schools are vying for Wang Ember, and it is also the reason why the powerhouse of the Great Sect made such an astonishing evaluation of Wang Ember!

Wang Yan, a teenager who was only a teenager, had comprehended the true meaning of martial arts at such a young age, and it was so powerful that even he, a strong grandmaster, felt a little shocked by the true meaning of martial arts!

This young man's understanding is unimaginable!

"With the help of this martial arts true intent, you will naturally have no problem defeating those freshmen who are no more than a fourth-level martial artist...... However, what kind of wonderful results can you make in that group of sophomore veterans whose strength is generally at the fourth level of martial arts?"

Zhang Zehong looked at the empty auditorium below, with a faint expectation in his eyes.

He could naturally see that although he had defeated all the freshmen by himself yesterday, it didn't take much effort for Wang Yan at all.

He really wanted to know, under the blessing of such a powerful martial will, how strong was Wang Yan's true strength?

This time, he deliberately released the evaluation of Wang Yan by the powerhouse of the Great Sect, just to see this.

When such thoughts came to my mind, suddenly, there were footsteps at the door.

A large number of freshmen walked into the auditorium in an orderly manner, and at the back of the freshmen, Wang Yan followed the crowd with a calm face, slowly walked into the auditorium, and found a place to sit down at random.

The smile on the corner of Zhang Zehong's mouth slowly expanded.

The show is coming!

……

One by one, the teachers got up and spoke one by one under the introduction of the host, and bowls of chicken soup were poured down, and many freshmen around them were extremely excited by the chicken soup of these teachers, and they swore in their hearts that they must practice martial arts well in the past four years, and not a single second can be wasted, so that they can become a useful person and serve the country in the future.

Wang Yan, who has been a man in two lives and has already become an old oilman, is impatient at this time

Yawned. cao

In his previous life, he drank a lot of chicken soup, but in this life, he couldn't drink a drop of these chicken soups.

The teachers above were still speaking one by one, and Wang Yan was bored, and the picture he saw in his dream last night subconsciously appeared in his mind.

The old man's words seemed to reappear in his ears.

"Kendo is the way of the heart......

He subconsciously repeated.

At this moment, a large number of footsteps suddenly came from the door, and I saw a group of students in different clothes and expressions on their faces slowly walking in at the door, they entered the auditorium, found a place to sit, and their eyes immediately wandered through the auditorium.

Obviously, they didn't come to the Great Hall for the freshman assembly at all.

"Brother Ember ......"

Huang Mao noticed this group of people, and immediately became a little nervous, he saw that many of these people who had newly entered the auditorium had just been seen in the cafeteria.

Wang Yan naturally noticed this group of people, but he didn't care at all, and only threw Huang Mao a look that didn't have to worry.

Zhang Zehong above also noticed the group of people entering the auditorium, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

"Okay, now I would like to invite our freshman representative, this year's college entrance examination martial arts champion, Wang Yan, on behalf of the freshmen, to give a speech on stage!"

The host with a sweet smile hadn't noticed anything unusual, and when the sweet voice fell, a thunderous applause suddenly sounded below.

Yesterday's battle of Wang Ember by the Guansheng Lake has made him the most prestigious person among the many freshmen of the First Military Martial Arts University in Great Xia today, and at this time, Wang Ember wants to speak on stage, and everyone will naturally not hesitate to applaud.

In the thunderous applause, Wang Yan got up from his seat, took the speech that Huang Mao had written for himself a long time ago, and slowly walked onto the high platform.

The thunderous applause slowly subsided, and Wang Yan unhurriedly unfolded the speech and began to read aloud.

"Dear students, it is an honor to stand on the podium today and speak on behalf of all of you......

As soon as he read a few words, a black line faintly appeared on Wang Yan's forehead.

What the hell is this writing about? Huang Mao's language level is too inferior, right?

Just as he was trying to continue reading, he heard a sudden applause from below.

In the midst of a round of applause, there were several sparse applause in the auditorium, and this untimely applause attracted the attention of all the freshmen in the auditorium.

I saw that the people who gave out the applause were all scattered on the four sides of the auditorium, and at this time, they all looked at Wang Yan on the stage with a sneer on their faces, and in a provocative attitude, they waved their palms one by one.

The freshmen also seemed to realize that something was wrong, and they saw that this group of people seemed to be not good.

The originally warm atmosphere in the auditorium seemed to freeze for a moment.