In the practice room of the villa, Wang Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his mouth and let out a breath of white air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew"

In the practice room, you can clearly hear the sound of gas exhaling, as long as a white practice gas rushing straight to the sandbag hanging on the side of the practice room.

"Snort"

The sandbag was shot through a large hole, and the sand flowed out and fell to the ground.

Wang Yuan opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

After a month of continuous retreat, I finally stabilized the inner periphery, and after that, the inner perimeter cycle was formed, and even if I walked in outer space, I also had the ability to protect myself for a short time.

The inner week is a success, the internal rest is self-generated, the week is endless, and the living soul is not ignorant.

Wang Yuan picked up the tablet beside him, this is the roster of super martial artists sent by the Federation, and he hasn't seen it yet.

The screen lit up, revealing the words "Super Warrior List", and below it was the words "Global Warrior Federation" recording.

Click on the first one, which is the roster of warriors of the Huaxia Federation.

The first page is a bit strange, there are no photos, just names and some very brief descriptions. Luo Zhengming, Wang Yuan remembered the name.

After turning three pages in a row, Wang Yuan didn't see the detailed introduction, and it wasn't until the fourth page that Wang Yuan saw the familiar name.

Zhao Zhengyang, president of the Huaxia Branch of the Martial Arts Federation, the first person to be super strong, and a disciple of Luo Zhengming.

The following is a detailed introduction of President Zhao, his life experience, achievements, and biography, and ten pages, with some pictures, to completely write half of President Zhao's life. Interstellar battlefields, wild beast areas, and the ring are decided.

After reading President Zhao's introduction, Wang Yuan had to sigh that this brochure was done well.

Just as he was about to turn down, the pager at the door flashed. Wang Yuan stretched out his hand and pulled it out, and his true qi came out of his body and opened the door.

"Hey, brother, are you out of the customs?"

Standing outside the door was Wang Qing, Wang Qing, who was dressed in a floral skirt, was sunny and walked in delicately.

"Mom and Dad asked me to come and see, if my brother you get out of the customs, go to dinner, Mom and Dad are worried about you, you haven't been out of this door for more than half a month. ”

Wang Qing saw the smashed sandbag, her big eyes flashed, and she searched around the room.

Wang Yuan got up, and before he knew it, half a month had passed.

The brother and sister walked out, and Wang Qing giggled and said some interesting things about the Yueming Martial Academy.

"After Mingzhou University opened the Golden Classic, our Yueming Martial Arts Academy also changed its strategy and learned the theory of the Golden Dictionary and your brother. ”

"Our president also said that if I can have half as good as your brother, he will send me to Union University. Hmph, people don't want to go to the Broken United University, it's not good for my brother, so people don't go. ”

"There is a child who wants to apply for the junior high school examination, but unfortunately his previous grades were too poor, the foundation was too bad, and the grades were not qualified, and the school could not accept him. ”

"Brother, when are you going to give a lecture at our school, our director of education has begged me for a month. ”

Wang Qing took Wang Yuan's arm and said coquettishly.

Wang Yuan nodded on the little sister's white forehead and said dotingly.

"Well, for the sake of you being so well-behaved today, you might as well go down to the lecture today. ”

"This afternoon?"

Wang Qing's little face was stunned, and her big eyes flickered. Today is Sunday, my brother will go to the lecture, and there will be very few people coming, so wouldn't I be sorry for my brother's lecture.

But that's right, people like my brother still care if anyone comes to listen to the lecture, and when I give a lecture at Minshu University, the super strong people are swarming to listen, crowded with ordinary students.

At the dining table, Wang Yuan's mother diligently filled her son with soup, and Wang Zhenguo stopped eating, chattering about interesting things around, but in and out of the words, it was all good for this daughter and pretty for that girl.

Wang Qing held back a smile on the side, pulling the rice.

Wang Yuan didn't speak, he just ate and ate all the time, as long as his mother pretended to be food, he kept eating.

After the formation of Inner Zhou Tian, Wang Yuan's food volume increased greatly, and eating a cow in one meal had no problem with me at all.

"Son, you're full, let's not eat when you're full, you dead old man, what are you nagging. ”

Wang Yuan's mother finally found out that something was wrong, thinking that Wang Yuan was angry with Wang Zhenguo and disgusted to introduce him to someone, so she deliberately couldn't get along with the meal and ate so many things, so she scolded the old man.

Wang Zhenguo also found that something was wrong with his son, he ate so many meals in a row and drank seven or eight bowls of soup, his son's stomach would not be broken.

Wang Yuan saw the worried eyes of the second elder, so he put down his rice bowl and said with a smile.

"It's okay, I haven't eaten for too long, it's okay to eat more. Xiaoqing, have you eaten well, come with me after eating, and go to your school. ”

"It's the weekend, I won't go, brother, you can go alone. ”

Wang Qing was a little reluctant to go, everyone in the school knew that she was Wang Yuan's sister, and everyone offered her like a treasure, which made her feel that going to school was not interesting at all, and she was reluctant to go to school every day.

"Let's go. ”

Wang Yuan grabbed Wang Qing and left, this girl has not broken through to the intermediate martial apprentice so far, several of her apprentices, the worst is also a junior martial artist, just this sister, the realm is still so poor.

Turning around and throwing her into Huo Pan's special regiment, if you don't train her to the realm of martial arts, you will resolutely not let her go home.

This time I went to school, let's talk about the things that beginner martial artists broke through to intermediate martial artists, these things are also in line with the needs of high school students in Yueming Martial Academy.

When the two arrived at the school, Wang Qing reluctantly went to the office building and went to the principal's office to find the principal, but the principal was not there, Wang Qing was simply lazy, and was lazy in the conference room with the door open next door, so he sent a message to the principal to finish.

Wang Yuan was wandering around the campus, he hadn't been to the campus of the Yueming Martial Arts Academy for a long time, and although it had been two or three years, the school had not changed much.

There are a few more displays on the side of the road, the holographic simulation ring has been replaced with a new holographic projection screen, and the campus who's who in front of the office building is still the same.

But the first place is myself.

Seeing himself in the photo, Wang Yuan couldn't help but smile. This photo was taken when I was competing in the martial arts academy, and it looks much tenderer.

"Hey, boy, what are you smiling at. ”

Wang Yuanzheng was looking at the photo and laughing, when he suddenly heard an angry scolding, and when he looked around, he saw a thin and small student, surrounded by several tall guys.

"When you see a few brothers, what are you smiling at, are you looking for a beating? Even a waste wood like you, you also want to enter our moonlight dream. ”

The big fat man at the head pushed the little guy, and his face was full of arrogance.

Wang Yuan glanced at the back of the little guy who was pushed strangely, and he was a little familiar. I heard Wang Qing say that there is a little guy who wants to be admitted to the Yueming Martial Arts Academy, but his grades are not good, so he comes to the school every day to ask the principal, it can't be him.

"Stinky boy, get out of here, we don't welcome you as mentally retarded as you in Yueming. ”

"Waste, the foundation is not good, I still want to go to the moonlight, you are a poor man, don't you know how to find a relationship, there is no relationship with a poor man with no money. ”

A few guys around were pushing and swearing.

"I want to study in Yueming to care about your business, when my idol was studying in Yueming, he was also a poor boy, and the Martial Academy still accepted him, I don't believe that the Martial Academy will not want me. ”

The little one struggled and said.

"Hey, Luo Yuan, what are you doing, don't bully the little classmates. ”

The lazy Wang Qing came out of the office building, saw the little guy being bullied, went over angrily, pushed the big fat man away, and pulled the little guy out of the crowd.

"We didn't do anything. ”

When a few bullies saw that it was Wang Qing, they were startled, they all shrunk their necks, and they didn't dare to speak.

"Later, let me see you bullying people, and see how I clean you up. ”

Wang Qing said threatening a few big fat men.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the headmaster covering you, Lao Tzu would have beaten you all over the ground looking for teeth right now. ”

A big fat man suddenly spoke, his tone full of arrogance.

"Usually everyone is afraid of you, but today is the weekend, and the teacher is not there, so everyone is not afraid of you. ”

Another big fat man said casually, and the two turned around at the same time, with a snowy light blade in their hands, and reflexively swooped down on Wang Qing.

The light and shadow swayed, the sword light flickered, and in the blink of an eye, the small fights between the classmates became a battlefield of swords and swords.

Wang Yuan turned his head and saw the light of the sword.

In an instant, the killing intent was pervasive, and the killing machine was all over the sky.