After a while, Feng Lan was suddenly stunned, looked at Han Mo and the two and suddenly exclaimed, "Cook, what did you say before, you said that the two of them are from Luo Zhicheng?"

"Could it be anything?" said Cook smugly, looking at Wind Blue.

Feng Lan then shook his head and said, "It can't be him, hasn't that genius already lost his fighting spirit?"

"What won't be him, his name is Han Mo, his name is Han Ji, and they are all members of the Han family in Luozhi City. Cook sneered at Wind Blue, as if waiting for Wind Blue to come out.

Feng Lan opened her mouth for a long time without saying a word, pointing at Han Mo and saying in disbelief: "He is Han Mo?"

"It's like a fake. Cook Daxiao said.

Han Mo and Han Ji both shook their heads again and again when they heard this, Han Mo hesitated for a moment, arched his hand at Feng Lan and said, "Student Han Mo has seen the tutor. ”

"Student Han Ji has seen the tutor. Seeing this, Han Ji also shouted at Feng Lan.

"Yes, yes, Cook, you estimate that the reward this time is not small, and these two will definitely achieve a lot in the future." After a while, Feng Lan calmed down her excitement, said with some envy, and then beckoned to Han Mo and Han Ji: "Come with me, I'll help you go through the admission procedures." ”

Han Mo and Han Ji set their eyes on Cook, and when they saw Cook nodding, they followed Feng Lan into the inner room.

The formalities went on for about an hour, and it was already noon when Han Mo and Han Ji came out, the sun was shining overhead, and their scalps were slightly hot.

Han Mo weighed the badge in his hand a few times, hesitated for a moment and pinned it to his chest, straightened his clothes and asked Han Ji, "How is it, it's not bad, right?"

Han Ji shook his head boredly and said: "Han Mo, don't you be bored, okay, what are we going to do next, I came to Shura Academy for some reason, and I was still cultivating hard for the student quota a month ago, alas, how did this opportunity come in a hurry, I didn't prepare for it." ”

"Ah, don't you want to come to the Shura Academy? How comfortable it is to cultivate alone in the back mountain. Han Mo put his hands behind his head, and walked straight on the green path with his waist straight.

"Huh. Han Ji chuckled lightly and said, "That was before, and now that I have become a martial artist, I know that combat skills are so difficult to cultivate, and if you don't have the right teacher to teach you, it's really difficult to learn." Han Ji said and swung a punch at a big tree beside him, but the strange thing was that the fighting qi on the fist looked very thin, but the power of the punch was surprisingly large.

"Han Ji, have you already learned combat skills?" Han Mo looked at his uncle's fist prints, and said in surprise in his heart, he naturally knew that it was difficult to learn combat skills by himself, because he had a teacher who knew him best.

"What kind of combat skill is this? Han Ji smiled awkwardly: "I've only been studying for a few days, and I guess it's not even a beginner." ”

"Then what kind of combat skill is this?" Han Mo asked with some curiosity.

Han Ji hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is the Han family's yellow-level combat skills, I can only learn some low-level combat skills now, and the high-level ones are not only incomprehensible, but I can't control this weak fighting spirit." ”

"Oh, that's right. Han Mo nodded thoughtfully when he heard this, the teacher said that after he became a martial artist, he would be able to cultivate haode combat skills, but he didn't know what kind of combat skills it was and what the grade was.

Thinking about it, Han Mo became excited, completely unaware that the two of them had been watched by a large group of people for a long time.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing here?" said a bare-headed, fat, chubby young man who led the first ten students to Han Mo and the others.

Han Mo frowned when he heard this, in the tone of his coming, Han Mo could only hear the feeling of domineering, presumably the person who came was not good.

"We are new freshmen, and Tutor Feng Lan asked us to familiarize ourselves with the surrounding environment first, so the two of us made a detour here. Han Ji arched his hand at everyone and said.

"Freshmen?" the fat young man in the lead muttered suspiciously, nodded after a while and continued: "Freshmen should also pay attention to the rules, if you let me see random attacks on the academy plants in the future, see how I teach you a lesson." After saying that, he snorted disdainfully.

Han Mo was stunned when he heard this, his brows furrowed and said, "I know, it's okay, let's go first." Han Mo said and walked past several people.

"Yah, to Lao Tzu zhanzhu. Everyone seemed to be very upset when they saw Han Mo, and a thin little attendant stopped Han Mo and shouted: "Our boss has let you go, you just fucking left? The thin young man shouted angrily with wide eyes, and pulled his sleeves as if he wanted to teach Han Mo a lesson.

"This big brother. Seeing this, Han Ji smiled at the thin young man and shouted: "We are new to the academy, and we don't know the situation of the academy, it was me who attacked the tree just now, and it has nothing to do with him, I, Han Ji, thank you for your forgiveness." ”

"This kid speaks well, much better than this skinny bone. The leading fat young man pointed at Han Mo and said.

"Haha, yes, that's what the boss said. When everyone heard this, they were all daxiao and echoed the fat young man.

Han Mo's eyes couldn't help but squint when he heard this, he clenched his fists, and after a while, he still let go, and looked at Han Ji with a puzzled gaze, Han Mo didn't expect Han Ji to say such soft words, the other party's words were almost trampling on their dignity, and they kept swearing, but Han Mo felt that Han Ji's words seemed to be a little wrong.

"Your name is Han Ji, right? The fat young man touched his chin and said: "My name is Barton, your name sounds better than mine, this is not good, you will be called Batu in the future, no one will dare to bully you with me in this area." Barton patted his big chest as he spoke.

"Hehe, Batu?" Han Ji laughed mockingly when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Interesting, is your family's surname Ba?"

Barton didn't seem to hear Han Ji's ridicule yet, and nodded and said, "Yes, how about it." ”

"Hehe, that's right. Han Ji touched his nose as he spoke, and looked at Batu with meaningful eyes.

Seeing this, the corners of Han Mo's mouth also rose slightly, he knew how Han Ji, who had always been proud, could suddenly become a bully and afraid of hardness, thinking that he wanted to tease this stupid big man.

Barton was suddenly stunned, looked at Han Ji with a mocking face, suddenly came back to his senses, pointed at Han Ji and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, are you fucking looking for death, you actually dare to laugh at my Ba family, teach Lao Tzu a good lesson." Barton waved his hand at the people behind him as he spoke, if his gaze could kill, Han Ji estimated how many times he had been killed by Barton's vicious eyes.

Seeing this, Han Mo's body suddenly rushed forward, jumped up, and then kicked out with both feet, and his feet directly kicked the backs of the two people who rushed forward, kicking the two of them out directly, and falling a vicious.

The ten people who rushed forward suddenly looked at the two partners who rushed out, suddenly braked suddenly, and looked at the slender Han Mo with some surprise.

"This kid has some means, everyone will take it separately, Lao Tzu is going to abolish these two boys who don't know the height of the sky today. Although Barton was a little surprised, Han Mo was out of a sneak attack, and it didn't prove anything, with the strength of his eight-element martial artist, he was the number one person in the junior class.

When everyone heard this, they divided into two groups, five of them rushed towards Han Ji, and the other five rushed towards Han Mo.

The strength of the five people is at the stage of six yuan and seven yuan martial artists, and they are seventeen or eighteen years old, and they don't spare any hands when they make moves, and they don't treat Han Mo as a freshman at all.

However, Han Mo didn't need them to keep his hand, so he laughed helplessly and did not retreat, but advanced, and the punch full of vindictive spirit slammed into the oncoming fist.

"Click. After the two fists touched, a loud sound of fractures wafted out, which made everyone present startled and turned their eyes over.

"Ah, my hand," one of the attendants suddenly fell to the ground, groaning in pain with a hand between his body.

Han Mo also rubbed his right hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Yes, the fist is quite hard." Han Mo shook his right hand, and without waiting for the others to react, his body rushed forward again, rushing towards the remaining four.