In the inn, Lu Feng, who was dressed in white, sat on the window sill and stared at the moon. The wine flask in his left hand had been empty for a long time.
Knock knock!
Someone knocked on the door.
"I'm going to sleep!"
Lu Feng's voice was cold and emotionless. It was as if he had rolled on the snowy plains of the north. All of his emotions were frozen.
Outside the door, Huang Meibo pursed her lips.
She knew that her teacher was already very unhappy with her performance.
"Teacher, I will win!"
After Huang Meibo spoke, she bowed and returned to her room.
"Win?"
Lu Feng mocked. (Li Ziqi isn't proficient in combat. What's the point of you winning against someone like her? If you want to beat her up, you should beat up Xuanyuan Po or that Ying Baiwu...)
"What a terrible trip!"
Lu Feng tossed the wine flask away and pondered how he should find some fun.
How many people should he kill?
Or a few hundred people?
Speaking of which, should he kidnap Li Ziqi?
He really wanted such an outstanding student!
...
In the morning, the spring sun shone brightly.
The warm sunlight cascaded down on the green grass like a blanket of light.
"Eldest martial sister, don't worry. You will definitely win!"
Lu Zhiruo consoled.
This round was the combat examination, and it was very entertaining.
In order to increase the influence of the Saint Gate and to let the commoners have a greater sense of participation, the combat examination was open to the public.
Naturally, there were also some exchanges of benefits. Because there would be many big and small gambling games in the combat examination of every batch of great teacher examinations.
For every gambling game, regardless of whether it was organized by the underground black market or the government, a portion of the money would be given to the Saint Gate and Golden Sakura Academy.
Hence, there was no possibility of the competition being closed. In fact, the Golden Sakura Academy would even distribute flyers to attract the residents of Songan Prefecture to watch.
This time around, all the Calabash Brothers came to cheer for their eldest martial sister.
"That's right, we just need to fight two rounds."
Tantai Yutang chortled.
After the first three rounds of elimination, there were 901 examinees left. In the end, 300 would be admitted. This meant that as long as they won two rounds, they would definitely be able to pass.
"Why do you guys look down on eldest martial sister so much? I bet on her to become the champion! "
Helian Beifang felt depressed.
"How much did you bet?"
Li Ziqi turned her head and asked.
"A thousand taels!"
The barbarian youth didn't have much money, but he had a super rich teacher, so he could receive a generous monthly salary every month.
However, he didn't spend money recklessly, so he saved it all.
And now, it was time to take a gamble.
"Very well, you can cry in advance."
Li Ziqi patted Helian Beifang's shoulder with certainty. "This money won't go to waste. I'll follow your surname."
The barbarian youth's face immediately turned bitter. "Eldest Senior Sister, can't you be more confident?"
"I am not good at deceiving myself!"
Li Ziqi's lips twitched.
Sun Mo followed behind and frowned when he saw the Calabash Brothers fooling around. He knew that the little sunny egg was very nervous. Otherwise, given her personality, she wouldn't joke around.
Unfortunately, he couldn't help her at this time.
At this time, the field was overcrowded.
There were a total of eight arenas where battles were held at the same time.
Yesterday afternoon, Li Ziqi had already drawn her lot. Hence, she only needed to wait for her turn now.
As a group of friends and relatives, Sun Mo's group had the qualifications to get close to the arena and cheer for Li Ziqi.
"Hopefully, I'll encounter a noob and have a taste of it!"
Li Ziqi prayed.
Although there was still the fifth round of questions and answers, the questions were all about why they wanted to be teachers and what their dreams were in the future.
As long as the examinees weren't retarded and said that they became great teachers for the sake of glory and wealth, basically no one would be eliminated.
Hence, this round would determine life and death. Hence, the battles were relatively intense.
Miserable cries rang out frequently, and there would occasionally be unlucky fellows covered in blood being carried away on stretchers.
"With such good sparring partners, why don't you guys go and practice the Ancient Dragon Capturing Hands?"
Sun Mo suggested.
"I don't wish to miss out on eldest martial sister's competition!"
Lu Zhiruo explained.
"Teacher, our sparring partners are in short supply. Some students even spend a lot of money to get us to massage them!"
Qin Yaoguang couldn't help but laugh. (You don't know how famous your God Hands are, right?
How many people are waiting for you but don't even have a chance?)
These students weren't qualified to get Sun Mo to massage them. Hence, they could only look for these Calabash Brothers who needed experience.
"Who do you guys think will win?"
Xianyu Wei was curious.
On the arena, the two guys were locked in a stalemate.
"The one with short hair."
Qin Yaoguang judged.
"What's the reason?"
Xianyu Wei humbly asked.
"That guy has a big head and thick neck. He's either a tycoon or a cook. If this guy becomes a great teacher, he'll drag down the overall attractiveness of the great teacher world."
Qin Yaoguang glanced toward Sun Mo. "I feel that the Saint Gate should set a standard. We don't want anyone uglier than Teacher."
"Teacher would be the only one left in the Saint Gate then."
Xian Yu Wei frowned.
Qin Yaoguang was stunned. She didn't expect that a simple grassland girl like you would also learn how to flatter others?
Moreover, it was so smooth and natural, fresh and refined.
All right!
I, Qin Yaoguang, am willing to call you the strongest in the world of flatterers!
Bang!
While the two of them were talking, the short-haired man knocked his opponent out of the ring.
"Ah? Is that true? "
Xian Yuwei was surprised.
"Don't listen to her nonsense. The short-haired opponent has internal injuries that were inflicted three months ago. He must have been trying to increase his strength for the combat examinations. He was too eager to succeed."
Sun Mo explained.
The defeated youth was originally depressed, but when he heard this, he was stunned. This person's words were so accurate!
"Zhiruo, give him a massage!"
Sun Mo instructed.
"You are …"
The young man was puzzled.
"Sun Mo!"
The moment this name came out, the gazes of the surrounding people immediately turned over.
"This is Sun Sanshou? I've finally seen a living person! "
"He's actually so handsome? F * * *, he can clearly rely on his looks to live off a woman. Why must he rely on his talent to snatch jobs from us? Isn't it better to be a gigolo? "
"If I had such looks, I wouldn't work even if you beat me to death."
"That's right. If I go for a stroll on the streets every day, there would surely be eight to ten aunties fighting to buy coconuts for me!"
The people in the surroundings discussed, feeling extremely envious. They wanted nothing more than to tear off Sun Mo's face and paste it on their own faces.
When the youth heard Sun Mo's name, he knew that he had been struck by luck. He immediately clasped his hands in joy. "Many thanks for Teacher Sun's help!"
"Your aptitude isn't bad. It's just that this Multicolored Tiger Subduing Fist is too lousy. You should change to another one!"
Sun Mo sighed.
If he had a suitable cultivation art, this youth's battle prowess would increase by at least three times.
When the youth heard this, he revealed a bitter smile. "I can't afford it. The school's heaven-tier cultivation arts can only be accessed by paying spirit stones."
"From your words, you seem to have a cultivation art that you like?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"I want to learn the Little Dragon Elephant Art!"
The youth scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.
"Oh, you are really greedy. This is a high-grade heaven-tier cultivation art. Unless you are the biological son of your headmaster, you can forget about it."
"Young man, do your best to carry bricks and stop daydreaming!"
Everyone teased him out of goodwill. In an era like the Nine Provinces where one had to be an apprentice for ten years just to be qualified to learn a dish, a high-grade heaven-tier cultivation art was truly very valuable.
"Zhiruo, help him over!"
Sun Mo decided to be a good person to the end.
However, the most important thing was that this youth's aptitude wasn't bad. Sun Mo cherished talent.
If he continued to cultivate this lousy cultivation art, he wouldn't be able to improve much in the next three years. If he were to take the examination, he would still fail the combat examination.
Continuous setbacks would cause a person to sink into self-doubt and become crippled.
"Oh!"
The papaya girl immediately helped the youth over.
"Sun... Teacher Sun..."
The youth didn't know what Sun Mo wanted to do. But from his words, it seemed that Sun Mo wanted to impart a cultivation art to him?
(It can't be, right?
That was a high-grade heaven-tier cultivation art. It was worth a lot of spirit stones. How could he give it to someone so casually?
"Calm your heart and get rid of all distracting thoughts!"
Sun Mo instructed while recalling the Little Dragon Elephant Art's key points in his mind. At the same time, a white glow lit up on his right hand.
The people in the surroundings immediately quietened down and looked over curiously.
What was Sun Mo trying to do?
In terms of age, the youth was actually older than Sun Mo by two years. However, at this moment, he lowered his head and was as obedient as a primary school student standing before a strict teacher.
Sun Mo didn't let the youth wait for long. After seven to eight breaths, he finished preparing and blasted out a punch.
Hua!
His right fist stopped before the youth. After that, a white glow gushed out from the tip of his fist, entering the center of the youth's brows.
Bzz!
The youth leaned back and many scenes flashed through his mind.
This...
This was...
Little Dragon Elephant Art?
Because he had never seen it before, the youth didn't know. However, he felt that it was similar to the way his headmaster used it...
"This is the Little Dragon Elephant Art. I'm imparting it to you today in hopes that you won't be defeated by this setback. You should continue to work hard in the coming years and become a great teacher as soon as possible, teaching and educating people, realizing your life's pursuit and value."
Sun Mo encouraged.
"It can't be true, right? He gave a high-grade heaven-tier cultivation art to someone so easily? "
"That's Sun Mo we are talking about in public. How would he dare to lie?"
"You guys are really short-sighted. To you guys, a cultivation art of this level is very valuable. But that person is Sun Mo. I heard that he cultivates several kinds of peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation arts and is extremely powerful."
The teachers and students in the surroundings whispered to each other. Some of them had heard of Sun Mo's deeds before and immediately explained to everyone.
Plop!
The young man also came to his senses. He knelt down and knocked his head on the ground three times. Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Thank you, Teacher Sun, for your kindness!"
The youth's tears gushed out and covered his face. His body trembled non-stop because of agitation.
After learning this cultivation art, his future would be even brighter. One could say that Teacher Sun's kindness had changed his life.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from the passerby youth + 1,000. Respect (2,500/10000).
"Get up!"
Sun Mo helped the youth up. "I only imparted it to you because I saw that you have tenacity and didn't retreat in a battle to the death. In the future, even if you encounter a failure again, you have to think about today's struggle."
"I'll remember Teacher Sun's teachings!"
The youth respectfully replied.
On the stage, the youth who had just won the battle and was celebrating with his friends and relatives suddenly felt that this victory wasn't that great anymore when he saw that his opponent had obtained the Little Dragon Elephant Art.
(This is a high-grade heaven-tier cultivation art!)
(I want it too!)
(Damn, if I knew this would happen, I would have intentionally lost.)
To poor people like them, a cultivation art of this level could only be passed down to their sons and not their daughters.
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