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"Shit, I'm late, why should I come?"

Jiang Mingyang scolded himself for being stupid, but he couldn't turn his head and leave at this moment.

"Jiang Mingyang, I dare to be late for class, do you want to stay after school for tutoring?"

Holding the podium with her left hand, Duan Qing slowly twisted her upper body, and the delicate earrings also swayed.

Holding her pink glasses in her right hand, she looked at Jiang Mingyang at a loss at the door.

Duan Qing was already enchanting, but today she wore a small black suit with exquisite curves in a hip-wrapping skirt. Under her deliberately twisting posture, she showed amazing curves.

Coupled with that voice that sounds so pure at first glance, the more you listen to it, the more provocative it becomes.

It's like a teacher who came out of a small movie and took away the souls of all the boys in the class.

Jiang Mingyang lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, not to mention showing brother pig's face, he didn't even dare to take a second look.

"You look good recently, come here, let the teacher show you your face, if you are lucky."

Seeing that Jiang Mingyang didn't speak, Duan Qing actually walked up to him and directly raised his chin.

The boys in the class were so jealous, how evocative this experience was.

But Jiang Mingyang's whole body was icy cold, as if he was wrapped around his neck by a poisonous snake.

"Well, he is full of energy and blood, but he doesn't understand the style. If nothing unexpected happens, he is doomed to die alone."

Duan Qing smiled and joked, in the depths of her bright eyes, a bewitching red flashed, and a faint red mist floated out, directly into Jiang Mingyang's nose.

All this happened extremely slowly, but no one noticed it, even Jiang Mingyang didn't notice anything strange.

"puff……"

Although he didn't realize it consciously, Jiang Mingyang's body reacted, and he farted loudly involuntarily.

The voice was wanton and unassuming, and the taste hit the depths of the soul.

The students opened their mouths in astonishment, subconsciously covered their noses and showed disgust.

"Your uncle's..."

Duan Qing's pretty face was frosty, and she swears directly, then covered her nose and shouted angrily: "Get out of my mother, you are not allowed to enter the classroom without my permission!"

Jiang Mingyang's face was so red, he had never been so embarrassing in his life.

He didn't know why he let out such a loud fart without even warning.

Duan Qing didn't expect that Jiang Mingyang had a trace of aura in his body, which exploded as soon as he was stimulated by the red mist.

Jiang Mingyang is not yet a warrior, he doesn't have the meridians to channel the aura, so he can only expel it instinctively...

Although it was embarrassing to make a fool of yourself in public, Duan Qing was of great help. Jiang Mingyang was worrying about why he skipped class, and now he had a valid reason.

Jiang Mingyang rushed towards the playground happily, while Duan Qing was talking about the class as if nothing had happened, the red light in her charming eyes flashed away, and a satisfied smile appeared on her pretty cheeks.

"Not even a quasi-warrior, but there is a trace of spiritual energy in his body, this kid has a lot of secrets.

I will go to Wentian Pavilion in the afternoon, what kind of surprise will you give me? "

At the same time, on the roof of the teaching building, the white coat raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space.

In the city center, inside the Wentian Martial Arts Hall, a short and strong man laughed coldly with malicious intent.

In the city's No. [-] Hospital, a figure wearing a hood and a black robe walked through the bustling crowd and finally stopped beside Jiang Wenjun.

Such obviously weird behavior, but people seem to be unable to see it, and they are still doing their own things.

All people in this world practice, but the compulsory education stage is the same as the earth, mainly based on cultural education.

Before becoming a martial artist, there is nothing to teach in cultivation, it is simply exercising the body.

All students who want to apply for the martial arts university will be selected by the school to form a martial arts training class.

Donglin No. [-] Middle School has two martial arts training classes this year. In order to have a legitimate reason to beat Jiang Mingyang, Jiang Wenjun also arranged him into the martial arts training class.

The curriculum of the martial arts class is very simple. In the morning, you study cultural lessons, and in the afternoon the teacher takes you to exercise.

After the end of the first class, the school suddenly broadcasted to the whole school to go to Wentian Hall to study in the afternoon, and the first and second classes were boiling instantly.

In Donglin City, Wentian Martial Arts Hall has quasi-martialists, if they can be guided, it will definitely be of great benefit to the Martial Arts Examination.

Jiang Mingyang, who was exercising crazily in the school gym, also became interested after hearing the news.

This is an opportunity to understand the strength of the prospective warrior, and it is also related to his follow-up plan.

After much deliberation last night, he still decided to take Hua Ge's relatives for surgery and not touch the well-established pharmacy for the time being.

Based on Brother Hua's unreliable appearance, his relatives are probably not much better.

Time flew by in sweat, and the strange red mist did not affect him. It seemed that everything that happened in the Chinese class was an illusion.

Not long after the lunch break, the students of Class [-] and Class [-] began to gather, led by two physical education teachers and a school doctor, and headed straight to Wentian Pavilion by bus.

There are many martial arts universities across the country, and many geniuses apply for the exam, but the chance of passing the exam is less than one percent.

In the era of all people going to war, in the face of such a large public demand, the country will naturally deploy multiple channels to meet the strong public demand.

The first choice is to apply for Wuhan University, where you can get systematic guidance, lay a solid foundation and steadily become a warrior.

This road is the most difficult, and it is impossible for non-geniuses to be admitted to Wuhan University.

The second way is to join the army. The military department will also select and train outstanding fighters. The number of fighters in the military department is higher than that of Wuhan University.

The military department and Wuhan University have different pursuits. Wuhan University cultivates high-end combat power, and the military department trains group army fighters.

Therefore, those who become warriors in the military must not only suffer a lot, but also be controlled and dispatched by the army.

To become a martial artist, one has to obey orders, and many people are unwilling to choose.

The third way is to be taught by warriors.

The offspring of warriors did not get into Wuhan University, and they didn't want to join the army to suffer, so they were taught by warriors themselves, and they became warriors by piling up resources.

In the long course of history, this situation has been divided into two factions.

One faction established the Martial Arts Hall, taught their offspring and recruited disciples, forming a considerable force.

Those who failed the entrance examination to Wuhan University, were unable or unwilling to join the army for various reasons, and were unwilling to be ordinary.

Most will choose to work to make money, and then spend a huge amount of wealth to go to the martial arts gym to practice.

The Budokan is governed by the government, and it is also dispatched by the military during wartime. It is considered a semi-official private institution, and the government will provide care for pills or weapons.

Then there is the black market, where darkness cannot be avoided in the development of human beings, and in a world where martial arts are respected, the black market is extremely prosperous.

There are many good things on the black market, but there are more deadly things. Whether you can buy something you are satisfied with depends on your skills and luck.

Wentian Pavilion is located in the center of the city, and it can be seen from a long distance. On the entire wall of the luxury building, there are five big characters Wentian Wudaoguan written in flying and flying.

The bus stopped in the underground parking lot, and the students got off the bus one by one, took the elevator and went straight to the dojo.

In Wentian Martial Arts Gym, in the lounge of Dojo No. [-], a thick and short man is slowly changing his clothes.

This person's surname is Wang Mingjin, in his 40s, male, ordinary-looking, quasi-warrior, with a blood value of 71.

Because he has never been able to become a warrior, he has been stagnant in the quasi-warrior state for many years, and he has a lot of experience in tempering his body.

But it was also because of his inability to break through for many years that his character was a little distorted, and he was almost bewildered in order to become a warrior.

"A bottle of Yunxue Pill is exchanged for Jiang Mingyang's serious injury. The Jiang family is really rich and powerful."

Wang Jin's face was gloomy, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.