"Master Gou Chen, these students will be handed over to you. ”

The masked man stepped forward, and his mute voice sounded again: "All the students who want to join the martial arts will stay, and the rest will return to the school separately." ”

It was unimaginable for an outsider to give orders in the hinterland of the Tang clan in the past, but with Zongzheng's endorsement, although the students of Zongxue were not angry in their hearts, no one disobeyed this order.

It's just that the nearly 2,000 students who stayed in place all looked at the masked man with a rebellious face, and their eyes seemed to ask: What kind of ability do you have to make us listen to you.

After Zongzheng Tang Zu left with other Zongxue students, the proud side of this group of wealthy clans was still exposed, and the words of Zongzheng's old friend were not enough to convince them at all.

And Tang Luo didn't want to have more contact with them, so he said directly: "All of you have taken a number from me, and after cultivating in situ, come to the quiet room to practice martial arts, according to the level of your martial arts, I will arrange for you to join the various cultivation grounds of the martial arts hall." ”

This simple and crude method is almost the same as that of Chixia Mountain, but this time there are a few stewards by Tang Luo's side, holding a few special blank rosters.

These people were all assistant teachers of Zongxue, covering the seven major schools, and everyone gathered together to know almost all the students of Zongxue, and what Tang Luo asked them to do was to call out the names of the students they were familiar with.

"Tang Hongfang, No. 1!" The instructor on the far left pointed to a slender and handsome young man in the first row of the audience, and said loudly.

And Tang Luo told the instructor a number by means of sound transmission: seven, five, eight.

The first line of information has been added to the blank list: No. 1, Tang Hongfang, 758.

"Tang Feiyu, No. 2. ”

"Tang Haobo, No. 3. ”

"Tang Hanliang, No. 4. ”

It took an hour for the two thousand or so people to call the number, and Tang Luo finally entered the information of the two thousand students who wanted to join the martial arts.

"Next, you will practice in the same place, and after thirty-six weeks of practice, you will come to the meditation room to perform martial arts. Tang Luo, who had completed the entry, said astringently to everyone, and then led a few stewards into a small room on the left with a blank list.

Although Zong Zheng asked this group of students to listen to Tang Luo's transfer before leaving, when the real order was given, none of them immediately devoted themselves to cultivation, but gathered together in twos and threes.

No matter where there are talents who stand out from the crowd, there is no doubt that there are not a few such outstanding Tang disciples in the sect, so as soon as the order to cultivate was issued, everyone gathered around the influential figures and began to talk about it.

"It's a number and a martial arts, what kind of medicine is sold in this mask male gourd!?"

"In my opinion, he just wants to feel the strength of his breath, and then see the proficiency of our martial arts. ”

"In that case, why bother to make a fool of yourself and hide your head and tail?"

"Maybe he has countless enemies outside, and he doesn't dare to face the world with his true face, and his cultivation must be limited. ”

The likes and dislikes of young people are very direct, if it is a female cultivator who has captivated the country and the city to test them today, the evaluation in their mouths must be very different at this moment, but helplessly, Tang Luo's current image is really unpleasant, even the voice is disgusting, no wonder these teenagers who are only seventeen or eighteen years old are so angry.

"No matter what he thinks. Tang Feiyu, who was surrounded by people in the middle circle, hugged his chest and said lightly: "I will use my strength to conquer him and let him understand that it is not only those people in the martial arts cultivation field who are the heroes of the Tang clan." ”

Since the flood hit, the students of the martial arts training ground have temporarily borrowed the sect, and the students on both sides have been in constant friction, although the seven schools are all civilian, but there are also subjects of martial arts studies, and the students of this school are also recognized as the strongest in the sect.

As a top student of the martial arts research school, Tang Feiyu felt that he was not weaker than any cultivator, but he was greedy and slack when he was young, so he missed the opportunity to join the martial arts, and now he wants to regain the regrets of the past, and let the people of the martial arts hall know that Tang Zheng and Tang Fengran are not worth mentioning compared to him Tang Feiyu.

Two thousand students sat cross-legged, spitting out the luck, hooking the endless heaven and earth aura to gather here, and there was a hidden image of wind and thunder from a distance, as if there were dragons and snakes hidden in it.

At noon, some people completed the exercises, but they didn't get up in a hurry, and the ears and eyes of the big family made them understand that before they didn't know what a thing looks like, don't be too anxious to go up, you never know whether the first bite is poison or spiritual things.

Sacrificing a small part of the interests in exchange for security, this is the upbringing of the children of the Hao family.

But the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, since people who think like this, there will naturally be a young master with a heavier spirit.

Tang Feiyu was not the first batch to complete his cultivation, but when he got up and saw that there was still no one going to the ashram, but a few friends who were still sitting cross-legged for pranayama, he snorted coldly with disdain, stood up and walked towards the ashram with his head held high.

Since no one dares to be the first, then he will go and see what this martial arts means.

The young man who was full of confidence in himself walked to the door of the quiet room and said in a deep voice: "No. 2 Tang Feiyu, come to perform martial arts!"

The door of the ashram opened automatically, and in the corner of the empty ashram sat a few stewards separated by a gauze curtain, and a tall and thin masked man sat in the center, a pair of silver eyes looking at him quietly.

Tang Feiyu, who was not timid, stepped into the quiet room with an expressionless face, gently closed the door, walked in front of several people, and asked the masked man in the middle, "Can I start?"

"No need. The masked man's dumb voice sounded: "No. 2 Tang Feiyu, enter the No. 1 cultivation ground." ”

Tang Feiyu was taken aback, didn't he say that he was going to perform martial arts, how could he directly arrange himself to the No. 1 cultivation ground, although he had enough confidence in himself, he was still a little surprised.

But the masked man didn't seem to want to waste more time on him, and after announcing Tang Feiyu's belonging, he said directly: "You go to Xiangyun Valley Martial Hall to report, step down." ”

Why is there a process of martial arts, for those students who are not very good in qualifications, but have excellent understanding of martial arts, in order to miss every talent.

But a 1.2 qualified martial artist like Tang Feiyu really has no need to be effective, as long as he doesn't slack off and become a fierce realm, it is almost a sure thing, so why waste everyone's time by performing in one move.

It's gold that always shines, and his performance should be left for later, after all, even if he performs now, it is still vulnerable and meaningless in Tang Luo's eyes.

Tang Feiyu, who had passed the assessment inexplicably, exited the meditation room with full doubts, unlike the scene at the door just now, dozens of sect students who had completed their cultivation were gathered at the door of the meditation room, waiting for him to come out.