"Let's get up first!"

The young man in front of him, Sun Mo knew.

The honest man participated in the Douzhan Hall assessment for the first time, and he was the one who defeated him, and then he was able to stay in school, which was a change in life opportunities.

In the second scene three months later, the two bumped into each other again, and they were also a pair of enemies.

These two experiences have greatly increased Qi Shengjia's confidence, and they are his happiest and most dazzling memories in the past ten years.

But for Peng Wanli, it was an unbearable nightmare, he was originally an honor student, and was recruited by several one-star teachers, but with two consecutive defeats, he has become a laughing stock.

The first time he was defeated, he could still be careless, but after the second time, even Peng Wanli was heartbroken, knowing that he was really inferior to Qi Shengjia.

And the initiator of all this is Sun Mo.

Peng Wanli didn't get up, but lowered his body, he inquired, Qi Shengjia often went to the villa where Sun Mo lived to receive his private teaching.

This shows that the relationship between the two is very good.

Peng Wanli felt that Sun Mo might perfunctory himself because of Qi Shengjia, after all, that person also earned him face.

"Get up!"

Sun Mo's tone aggravated: "Young age, don't have so many dark psychology, even if you are not a student of Zhongzhou Academy, as long as I can do it, I will guide you." ”

Sun Mo can be regarded as a human being in two lives, Peng Wanli's thoughts are too easy to guess, doesn't he just feel that Qi Shengjia's strength has improved by leaps and bounds under his guidance, so he also wants to let himself guide, and then defeat the honest man and regain face.

"Teacher!"

Peng Wanli's voice trembled, and his face was full of fear.

"If you don't get up again, just kneel!"

Sun Mo turned around and left.

"Teacher!"

Peng Wanli was startled, quickly got up, chased two steps, and was worried about making Sun Mo angry, so he froze in place, hunched his waist slightly, like a prisoner waiting for the judge's trial, cramped and uneasy.

Don't look at Sun Mo doesn't even have a star rating, and he has only been a teacher for more than half a year, but he is now the most famous teacher in Zhongzhou Academy, and after winning the championship this time, the limelight has already overshadowed Liu Mubai.

How dare Peng Wanli be slow?

"If I'm not mistaken, you practiced the eighteen palms of the Arhat, right?

Sun Mo commanded.

"Compliance...... Yes!"

After Peng Wanli finished speaking, he began to box, he had also performed in front of other teachers before, but he was not as nervous as this time.

Finished!

I'm done!

After two moves, Peng Wanli looked dead, because he was too worried and nervous, his hands and feet were trembling, and his usual skilled tricks were not in place.

"Peng Wanli!"

Sun Mo scolded.

Syllable!

Peng Wanli stood up straight directly, not daring to move!

"The students are here!"

"The eighteen palms of Arhats means that the body is like an Arhat, with the hand of strength, to cut off bad karma, eliminate sins, subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, so that there will be no more injustice in the world!"

Sun Mo's tone was serious: "You are not strong-willed, your punches are unstable, how can you show the majesty of an Arhat?"

"Student...... Student ......"

Peng Wanli's eyes wandered, and he didn't even dare to look at Sun Mo.

"Look at me!"

Sun Mo roared.

Peng Wanli raised his head and looked at Sun Mo, his eyes were like the stars in the night sky, deep, bright, charming, and there was a resolute atmosphere.

"If you want to do a good job of the Eighteen Palms of Arhats, you have to rid yourself of all distractions and imagine yourself as an Arhat!"

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it doesn't matter if you lose face or not!"

"The important thing is the punch I'm going to make at the moment!"

Sun Mo spoke bitterly, and Jin Yu's good words also broke out.

A golden light, with Sun Mo as the center, radiated.

All the commotion immediately sounded all around, because there were more than a dozen people who came here today, squatting in the shadows, and wanted to beg Sun Mo for guidance.

Radiated by the golden and jade words, Peng Wanli's spirit was lifted, and he felt a trace of enlightenment, it was like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the haze that had been turbulent in his heart for many days.

"The reason why I lost is that I am not proficient enough in my exercises!"

Peng Wanli sighed.

“......”

Sun Mo was silent, in fact, he wanted to say, no.

Through the Divine Insight Technique, he has obtained Peng Wanli's data.

At the age of sixteen, he forged seven times and cultivated eighteen palms of arhats.

Power 9, the best among his peers.

Intelligence 5, average, sufficient.

Agile 7 is not a strong point for you, but it is not a weakness either.

Will 1, the peak has reached 8, and now the will is depressed, like a lost lamb.

......

Potential, medium!

Note, I couldn't find the way forward, and my mentality was completely blown up by Qi Shengjia.

Note, in refining, or having excellent talent, remains to be examined.

Sun Mo has seen a lot of students in the past six months, plus he himself is also very smart, diligent and studious, and knows how to sum up experience, so even if there is no divine insight to give an answer, he can judge what Peng Wanli's problem is.

To put it bluntly, it is mediocre qualifications.

When he first entered the school, Peng Wanli was precocious, intelligent, and diligent, so his strength improved quickly, but as other students became enlightened and caught up, the disadvantage of his qualifications became apparent.

To put it simply, when running long distances, Peng Wanli starts before others, but as those geniuses start to set off, he will be quickly caught up.

It's a matter of talent, and there's no way around it.

The talent of an honest person is not good, but he works hard enough, and the daily cultivation time is twice as long as Peng Wanli, plus Sun Mo used the ancient massage technique and the spring water giant medicine bag to help him regulate his body, and let him cultivate in the Wind King Temple with strong aura, so he won the battle against Peng Wanli.

But even so, Qi Shengjia was also abused against Xuanyuan, and it was even very likely that he would not be able to win Baiwu.

Peng Wanli's Arhat Eighteen Palms does have room for improvement, but even if he finally practices to the point of being superb, what is the use?

The ceiling is there!

Seeing that Sun Mo didn't speak, Peng Wanli's heart sank, and he showed a worried look again: "Old ...... Teacher, am I not right?"

"What is your ideal?"

Sun Mo changed the subject.

"Ideal?"

Peng Wanli muttered, "Enter the Fighting Hall?"

"That's just the goal!"

Sun Mo shook his head.

"I ...... I didn't think about it!"

Peng Wanli lowered his head, a few years ago, he followed his father to strike iron for others in the city, and made a living from this, when he was recruiting students at Zhongzhou University, he went to try it, unexpectedly passed the assessment, and then came to school.

"By the way, my father said that if I cultivate well, I won't have to live a hard life in the future, and I will be able to eat a lot of meat and white rice at once. ”

"In the past few years, you have actually just gone with the flow, eating, cultivating, and sleeping every day, and you haven't thought about what you want to do in the future, right?"

Sun Mo asked with a smile, slowing down his tone.

"Come, come and sit!"

Sun Mo took a few steps forward and sat on the slope by the lake.

Peng Wanli was a little flattered, he actually thought about it, he wanted to live in a big house, marry a beautiful wife, give birth to a litter of big fat boys, and pass on the lineage, but this is too vulgar, how dare he say it.

"What do you like to do?"

Sun Mo began to talk.

He scolded Peng Wanli just now to correct his state of mind, but now he found that this could not fundamentally solve the problem.

Peng Wanli seems to lack a little obsession with practicing in his bones.

What is obsession?

Qi Shengjia's kind, if his body can hold it, he will practice to death!

"Forge a peerless sword!"

This time, Peng Wanli blurted out that he remembered when he was a child, outside the blacksmith shop of Master Zhang in Jinling, he saw the scene of the birth of a spirit sword.

Until now, he would often dream of that sword!

Zhang Dajiang also became famous for casting that spirit-level long sword.

"As for me, I have two suggestions, first, if you want to improve your strength, then replace the Eighteen Palms of Arhats, and try to find a higher-grade exercise, preferably boxing!"

Sun Mo opened his mouth, to be honest, Peng Wanli's palm practice was a little crooked, because he couldn't exert his extreme strength.

Peng Wanli was silent, how easy is it to find a new exercise? Moreover, he has practiced this Arhat Eighteen Palms for more than four years, and he just gave up like this, how can he count the wasted time?

Speaking of which, Peng Wanli is still lucky, because a one-star famous teacher instructed him at the beginning and asked him to choose this palm technique, otherwise according to his preferences, he must have practiced swords, so he would not even have half of his current strength, and he might drop out of school early.

"Second, let's put down my cultivation first, go to the refining department of Zhongzhou Academy, learn it, create a few small things, maybe you will have new interests!"

Sun Mo suggested.

"Yes...... But I don't have any money!"

Peng Wanli's face was embarrassed.

Of course, there is a deeper reason, the students who just went to the refining department all started from miscellaneous labor, no matter how bad Peng Wanli is, he is also a fifth-grade student, in case he gives a hand to the freshmen in the lower grades, he can't wipe this face.

"Are you being ridiculed less now?"

Sun Mo asked rhetorically, as soon as he saw Peng Wanli's expression, he knew what he was thinking.

"I know it's wrong!"

Peng Wanli's face was gloomy.

"You go to the logistics department tomorrow and get 10,000 taels of silver!"

Sun Mo arranged: "Then give you three months, you can build whatever you want!"

"Huh?"

Peng Wanli's eyes were glazed, which meant a few things.

"I don't need you to pay back this money, but I need you to take out the finished product after three months, even if it is a pile of scrap products at the end, you have to give it to me!"

Sun Mo explained: "Can you do it?"

"This ...... How can this be?"

Peng Wanli stammered, it was 10,000 taels, for this kind of family, it was a huge amount of money, but in his heart, there seemed to be a flame that suddenly ignited, igniting his former dream of forging a sword.

"Shut up!"

"Answer me, can you do it?"

"Yes, I will go to the logistics department tomorrow to get the money, no, I will find you a heaven-level boxing technique!"

Sun Mo asked.

The students around couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when they heard this.

"Heaven-level exercises? This guy has earned it!"

"Do you still need to think about this? It must be a method of choosing exercises!"

"Don't say 10,000 taels of silver, it's 10,000 taels of gold, in front of the heaven-level exercises, it's a fart!"

The students muttered, suddenly regretting why they hadn't rushed out sooner.

Teacher Sun Mo, it's really easy to talk!

Bite!

Total opinion from students +500.