Yang Zhao is like those who have never attended a private school.
She is now only focused on improving her cultivation strength, and has not touched on any of the various arts of cultivation. When encountering difficulties in this area, she usually solves them with money.
For example, the pills she takes every day to improve her cultivation, and the heart-protecting magic weapon that has not yet been fired.
Facts have proved that silver is relatively easy to use.
"You have a keen eye, but I am a dull person. I don't have much talent in fighting spells or refining medicine. I can only punch a few times, kick a few times, and cast a few small spells."
The face of the lean middle-aged man indeed looked like this.
"Okay, let's do this. There is a small martial arts arena outside. How about you go there and show us some tricks?"
Yang Zhao had nothing to do but said, "I'll leave everything to my husband's arrangement. But if I make my own gestures, won't I be able to show my superiority?"
The middle-aged man suddenly became interested: "Oh, does this mean you still want to find someone to have sex with you?"
As soon as the thin middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone in the middle room turned their attention to Yang Zhao.
"Why do you want to be the leader?"
"Sir, I am still self-aware, and I cannot compete with the leader. This is because I admire Mr. Lin's cultivation very much, and I want him to give me some pointers so that I can learn more."
Despite Yang Zhao's nice words, none of you here are fools. Once you hear the meaning of his words, you know that there is definitely a conflict between the two people.
However, Mr. Lin was originally a student of Yunzhou Academy, so all the gentlemen present naturally turned towards him.
However, Yang Zhao did not speak ill of Mr. Lin, and his tone was humble and polite. These gentlemen cannot blame Yang Zhao for being provocative in his words.
"Come here, a person who has never gone to a private school thinks that his cultivation level is higher than mine because he is a few years older than me. Does he really think that everyone is Yao Guangshu?!"
With that said, Mr. Lin bowed deeply to the gentlemen in the circle.
"Gentlemen, I would like to compete with her to boost the morale of our Yunzhou students."
It seems that Yao Guangshu offended more than one person in Yunzhou Academy in order to compete for the leadership of Yunzhou Academy.
Listening to the meaning of Mr. Lin's words, Yao Guangshu really won this leader.
Otherwise, Mr. Lin wouldn't be so resentful, and now he would clearly have accidentally hurt someone else.
"Well, you are worthy of being a student of my Yunzhou Academy, with great ambition."
The thin middle-aged man clapped his hands in admiration, giving Yang Zhao no chance to interrupt.
"Come on, I'll take you to the martial arts arena."
He took the lead, and Yang Zhao could only swallow the words that came to his mouth, and followed Mr. Lin behind the middle-aged man.
The gentlemen who were writing and drawing in the room looked at each other, quickly packed up their papers and pens, and followed them out to watch the fun.
It seems that any intelligent creature will have the instinct to join in the fun.
As a result, there were nearly ten people in Yang Zhao's group, and a large group of people walked in the Yunzhou Guild Hall, attracting the attention of many students in the hall.
They followed curiously, not daring to ask the gentlemen. They only asked Mr. Lin who they knew in the crowd for details.
What Mr. Lin said was naturally directed towards him, and it was difficult for Yang Zhao to interrupt.
After hearing the news that he was going to compete with someone who had never gone to school, this group of young people gathered together happily.
They cheered Mr. Lin up with great interest. By the time they got to the martial arts field, Mr. Lin was so praised by their classmates that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.
"Don't worry, I will definitely give our Yunzhou Academy a fighting chance."
Within a few minutes of walking along the way, Yang Zhao was actually made into a collective villain by them, and he had the illusion that he was going to be shouted at and beaten by everyone.
She couldn't help but regret that she had been impulsive just now. She should have endured it a little longer.
What if she really caused public outrage and these gentlemen decided not to want her anymore? Where would she go to find out about Dinghai Baozhu?
Thinking slowly in her mind, she followed a group of people to the martial arts arena. Yang Zhao and Mr. Lin stood in the open space, waiting for the gentlemen's next instructions.
This is said to be a martial arts arena, but in fact there are no weapons racks or stone locks nearby. It is just a small empty space with no plants planted or anything placed.
A gentleman took out a small metal stick from his arms and gave it to the students watching the excitement.
"You insert these sticks according to the protective formation. If you don't insert them well, all the formations you have learned over the years will be in vain."
"Sir, do you think so? I will definitely arrange everything for you. If you make any omissions, feel free to punish me."
The student took the baguette and called three more students to help. They worked together to arrange the baguettes around Yang Zhao and the two of them. It took less than five or six minutes in total. There were only sixteen sticks in total. .
The teacher who took out the baguette followed the student, inspected it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.
"It's not bad. The layout is quite neat and we didn't let outsiders see our jokes on the first day."
When the students heard the teacher praising them, the smiles on their faces suddenly became sweet.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir. We will learn from it in the future."
Then the gentleman took a few steps back and came to the edge of the martial arts arena. He lightly tapped the black metal chain on his left wrist with two fingers of his right hand.
I saw that the sixteen French sticks inserted into the ground instantly generated a current. These currents went against the trend and grew toward the sky. At a height of five or six meters, the sixteen currents were connected together to form a The dome then flashed a few times and disappeared.
The gentleman who took out the French stick spoke to Yang Zhao and the others.
"This formation is set up to protect the students outside, but it cannot guarantee the safety of you two. Please be careful when you two fight."
Now there is a circle of people outside the martial arts arena, at least dozens of students, and more and more people are calling for friends.
The thin middle-aged man also followed suit.
"You're just competing. Keep your points until the end. Show mercy. We have so many pairs of eyes watching. As long as you go out of line, I will take action."
Although it sounds like this was said to both Yang Zhao and the others, it is fair and equitable.
But his eyes were staring straight at Yang Zhao, and it was clear who he wanted to warn.
Yang Zhao couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart. Even in the hearts of these gentlemen, she was also the public enemy of the entire Yunzhou Academy.
However, this can also explain from the side that Yao Guangshu's behavior in vying for the top spot also slapped the teachers in the face because of the self-confidence of these Yunzhong students who did not know how to rob.
The middle-aged man looked at the magic circle on the ground and nodded with satisfaction.
"Then you start now!"
Yang Zhao shook one hand, and a dragon spear appeared in her hand.
Mr. Lin also took out a sword from his purse and protected it in front of him.
Piaopiao, please piaopiao
(End of chapter)
