Showdown, I'm the villain of destiny

As an old and powerful university in the imperial capital, Wuhan University has a profound foundation but lacks vitality. Mo Lao just hopes that Jiang Chen can disturb this stagnant pool of water and jump out a few moving fish.

Now it seems that his plan has succeeded and exceeded expectations too much!

Jiang Chen's talent alone has already amazed him. He ranks first in the high-ranking fighter field list, creating a record that the school has never had before.

In his long time in charge of the Imperial Capital Wuhan University, he has never had such a dazzling genius.

And his original goal of recruiting Jiang Chen into the school has also been accomplished. Jiang Chen is indeed a troublemaker. He had a conflict with the counselor when he first entered the school, and then contradicted the teacher, fought in the ring, and made his mark.

The freshmen won the first place in the big competition, and the duel with Chengyan caused a sensation in the school one by one, exposed many problems, and he also took the opportunity to solve many problems.

Mo Lao felt that this was one of the most successful plans in his career, as if he only threw a small stone into the pool, but it caused an uproar and turned up the old mud at the bottom of the pool.

Now, Jiang Chen has defeated all the exchange students in the Holy Land, won the respect of the students, and inspired the students at the same time.

Mo Lao thought a lot at this moment, and he said in the face of the education director's inquiry.

"It's this year, don't wait any longer."

Before Mo Lao finished speaking, the faces of all the school leaders here became serious, even Qin Huahao also looked serious. This is about the future of the school.

Once the cultivation of this class of students is vigorously carried out, it will definitely consume many years of accumulation of the school. If it is not successful, the imperial capital Wuhan University will definitely fall from the altar and be surpassed by many schools.

He had to be serious, he hoped to be the president of the No.1 Wushu University in the future, not the Wuda, the capital of the imperial capital, after dozens of people.

"The 'Dragon Plan' will be launched from this month, you must make arrangements!"

Mr. Mo made a final decision and started to act.

The leaders left here to make arrangements, even Mo Lao, Jiang Lao and other old people took a look at the ring and left here.

On the ring stage, shouting in unison was like an oath to the heavens. They agreed that they would work hard in cultivation, would not let any opponent take the lead, and would try their best to maintain the dignity of the school so that no one would trample on it.

I don't know how long it took before the students dispersed.

. . . . . .

At night, in Zhao Wenlong's villa.

Zhao Lixi, Ye Tianhao and other disciples knelt on the ground, accepting Zhao Wenlong's reprimand.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Zhao Wenlong sat on a chair and lightly wiped the sword in his hand. The ice-coloured jade sword gave off a chill.

He took a brocade handkerchief and kept wiping the water droplets from the jade sword, occasionally looking up at the kneeling people.

Among them, Qian Yuan and Zhao Lixi were still wrapped in gauze, their injuries were still not healed, so kneeling like this would easily squeeze the wound, even though their heads were sweating from the pain, they didn't dare to move their bodies a bit.

"Uncle Six, I..."

"Ok?"

Zhao Lixi spoke first, but was stared back by Zhao Wenlong.

"Uncle, Jiang Chen has nothing to say about losing to us this time, but we will definitely defeat Jiang Chen during this one-year exchange period!"

Zhao Lixi said anxiously, he knew that they would be punished by the clan uncle in this disastrous defeat to Jiang Chen, but he was not willing to be defeated by Jiang Chen like this, there will always be a chance to challenge Jiang Chen again during the exchange period,

Zhao Wenlong said coldly.

"Defeat? This time eight people didn't win the battle. Next time, ten people will besiege together?"

Hearing his words, the disciples all trembled, and lowered their heads, not daring to face it.

This uncle always has a cold face when he sees people in the Holy Land, it is really difficult for them to face.

"Look up! Tell me how long it takes for you to defeat Jiang Chen, one person or two?"

Zhao Wenlong couldn't see their attitude, so he stretched out his hand and pointed to ten air currents to raise the heads of the ten people in front of him.

"Uncle, within three months, we will definitely practice the family-inherited martial arts well, and then we will defeat Jiang Chen one by one!"

Ye Tianhao felt that the air was going to fly off his head, he said quickly.

"Three months? You have to practice the Heaven Rank Martial Arts to the second level. If you fail to meet the requirements, I will send you back to the Holy Land because of communication failure. You should know what you will go through by then, right?"

Zhao Wenlong said slowly, Ye Tianhao and the others showed fear on their faces.

The Holy Land treats the strong very preferentially, but it is cruel to the weak. Once they return to the Holy Land as losers, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It's uncle, we will definitely cultivate well!" They promised repeatedly.

Zhao Wenlong snorted coldly, waved his hand to disperse the gas, and said.

"Okay, you guys go back and have a good rest!"

"Yes, thank you, uncle!"

The disciples thanked each other and quickly left the villa.

In the living room, Zhao Wenlong continued to wipe the jade sword.

"Jiang Chen?"

He said in his mouth, never thought that the person who defeated his Holy Land disciple was actually that annoying student he recruited back then.

In Shangshan City, he was besieged by the kid's three elders, his life was hanging by a thread, and the phantom of the ancestor was summoned.

If the ancestor hadn't rescued him, maybe he would have fallen there.

At the beginning, he was very confused, why the ancestor wanted to recruit Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen's talent, although amazing, would not attract the attention of the ancestor, and it was really puzzling to send him to recruit him personally.

Did you notice something?
People in that realm have more or less deduced the future, maybe they have learned something, since the ancestor is paying attention to him, Zhao Wenlong can't interfere more.

Let Lixi and the others go to test it out.

Suddenly, Zhao Wenlong's expression changed, and his figure quickly disappeared here.

Thirty miles away from the Imperial Capital University of Military Science, there is a winding mountain range.

Zhao Wenlong's figure quietly appeared here.

He stepped on the tip of the grass, and his figure flashed away quickly.

The next moment, he stopped on a treetop, and a black shadow appeared opposite him.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the man's face. He was dressed in a black robe, and his face was blurred.

"You're here!" said the man in black, his voice was hard to distinguish between male and female, rough and ugly.

"Stop talking nonsense, what did you call me for?" Zhao Wenlong said in a bad tone.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhao is still so impatient, so let me make a long story short. The organization will arrange for a little guy to enter the Imperial Capital University of Military Sciences soon. In the name of the Holy Land, sir, please take care of me when the time comes!"

The man in black deliberately emphasized the tone of "care".

"You are too courageous. You dare to intervene even in this university. Aren't you afraid that you will never return?"

Zhao Wenlong showed a look of surprise, the demon sect dared to install someone in the Imperial Capital University of Military Science, and he was not afraid that Mr. Mo would take the blame.

"There is no need for Mr. Zhao to worry about this, we will deal with it ourselves, but I will trouble you to take care of him at school.

In addition, I have notified the higher-ups that after this matter is completed, you will have nothing to do with my demon sect, what do you think, sir? "

The negro's voice was erratic.

When Zhao Wenlong heard what the man in black said, his face was cloudy, wondering if this guy was lying to him.

For some reason, Zhao Wenlong agreed to do three things for the demon sect, and agreed that the third chapter could not do anything about the Holy Land.

The previous two orders have already been completed, and this is the last one. Zhao Wenlong feels that this is definitely not an easy task.