Chapter 85 The junior brother who has already thought out the script of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors


Chapter 85 The young junior brother who has already thought out the script of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors

“Test my quality?”

“That old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks?”

Feng Mu is keen I really captured the key information revealed in Li Bashan's words, and I was thoughtful.

“This script looks like it’s going to put me on the doorstep, but I haven’t shown my talent yet. What attracts Douqiong Martial Arts School? It can’t be just because the plaque happened to break when I entered. ”

"It's okay if you don't vent your anger on me. Looking at the posture, you are planning to take me in. It's weird, weird and tight."

Feng Mu now understands that other martial arts in Douqiong Martial Arts School The museum is different. Although the dojo has been renovated here, and the main area outside also has various technological equipment to assist training, in fact, it still has an old-fashioned atmosphere.

Those like Canglong Martial Arts School actually treat the students of the martial arts school as a business.

No matter whether you are an ordinary student, a senior student, or an inner sect student, it is essentially a business involving money and goods. There may be some emotion mixed in, but definitely not much.

But Dou Qiong Martial Arts School seems to be different here, and it cannot be said that it is completely different, because the students outside are indeed just business.

But these seven inside are completely different.

Although Li Bashan did not say it explicitly, he clearly regarded his master's words as a guideline, and the faces and expressions of the other people also seemed to take it seriously.

Obviously, this is not the current transactional relationship between teachers and students, or between teachers and students.

But it is closer to the old times. The inheritance of the mantle between master and apprentice is a closer inheritance relationship than the blood relationship between father and son.

He is a master, not a teacher. The difference between one word and one word makes a huge difference!

Feng Mu had a dull expression on his face, but his mind was spinning rapidly, calculating the pros and cons in his mind: "There seems to be nothing wrong with finding a disciple for me, the big boss [Feng Mu], right?"

"Although there will be more ties in terms of identity, But this tie may not necessarily help me. This [Douqiong Martial Arts School] looks quite complicated. What’s more, with my master’s background, my growth trajectory will have a credible endorsement, and I will be able to withstand the investigation in the future. Ah."

"The most important thing The thing is, I can do all the things you want to do, so having more than one master is no big deal.”

“If [Dou Qiong Martial Arts School] is good for me, I will act like a good person who respects his master. Apprentice, there is nothing wrong with it; but if it is harmful, switch in the future [Persona], the director was full of blood, and only one person was lucky enough to escape."

Feng Mu's mind was spinning, and he made a decision in his heart. He was going to follow the arrangement of the "cheap master" and accept it. This is the end of this "bad fate".

The people below do not know clearly. In just a few seconds, the future junior brother standing on the stage has already had all kinds of treasonous thoughts and thoughts of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors in his mind.

“Have you chosen the right person?” Li Bashan urged.

Feng Mu took a deep breath and realized that the assessment had begun. Asking him to choose someone was testing his vision and courage.

"The character I want to create now should be dull, taciturn, boring, paranoid, self-disciplined, and ruthless in his bones."

Feng Mu groaned, blood The treacherous eye activated and looked towards everyone.

There is no doubt that Li Bashan's health bar is the best among all people [2117/2117], which is almost 10 times his own blood volume. He is simply a blood cow.

Hongya’s blood bar is the shortest [177/188], not as good as his own, and he is not full of blood. Could it be that he is also bleeding himself regularly like himself?

The health bars of the remaining people are different from each other. Although they are not as exaggerated as Li Bashan, they are basically 2 to 5 times his own.

Using the length of the health bar to measure a person's strength may be biased, but as an important reference, there is no problem.

Excluding the strongest and the weakest, Feng Mu pointed at the man who beat the iron man stake and was covered in blood. The latter's health bar was 2.5 times his.

Li Bashan immediately said: "Fourth brother, please go up and give me a hand, and hold back a little."

The fourth brother is Yuan Xidi. Hearing this, he moved his neck, and his narrow eyes flashed with bloodthirsty eyes. Guang Guang didn't know if he heard Li Bashan's instructions.

I saw him striding towards the ring, not caring about the cut on his hand, and letting the blood flow all the way on the ground.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage and reached that station, Feng Mu felt a fierce aura rushing toward his face.

Aura is something as mysterious as it is mysterious. It is actually one of the most primitive instincts of life. It originates from the depths of genes. It is the perception and fear of predators at the lower end of the food chain.

Perceiving that the other party is stronger than yourself, you are afraid that the other party can easily hunt and devour you.

This is the inherent instinct of animals. Human beings have degraded in this aspect due to technology, but some warriors can activate this instinct and become more sensitive than animals.

Just like Feng Mu now, because Yuan Xi did not hide it at all, he once again smelled the strong smell of blood in the opponent's momentum.

That’s the smell you get after killing countless people of the same kind. According to some superstitions, this person is filled with the ghosts of the same kind who died and the resentment that cannot be dissipated.

Yuan Xidi licked the blood on the back of his hand sickly, and smiled at the junior brother in front of him who might be a newbie: "Come on, don't be afraid, I'll let you attack first, and then I'll take over after you get tired."< br>
In the audience, Hong Ya frowned and said worriedly: "Why did you choose the fourth senior brother? In addition to the first senior brother, although the fourth senior brother Although he is not the strongest."

A sentence was inserted next to him: "But the fourth child must be the craziest one, he likes to be covered in blood every time."

The one who spoke. It was Liu Xie, the second senior sister, with short hair and purple lips. She had her hands folded in front of her chest. She recalled something while speaking and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

"Master is interested in this name..." Liu Xie paused and looked at Hong Ya.

Hongya shrank her neck subconsciously, as if she was a little afraid of the second senior sister. She replied: "His name is Feng Mu. Master didn't say anything. He only told me that I was destined to him."

Liu Xie was noncommittal. Xiaoxiao: "Then you have to keep a close eye on him, lest he be Siyi was accidentally beaten to death on the ring, and this fate was gone."

Lao Wugongqi, who had a broken eyebrow and a black mole on his forehead, also came over and said indifferently: "Beat him to death. Isn’t it a kind of fate to be buried under a tree?”

Clang!

The third child, Zhao Zhixin, closed the door, completely blocking out the eyes from outside.

He comforted Hong Ya and said: "If he is really beaten to death, we will help you bury the body together, and the master will have only you to blame."

Only Wang Yu, the sixth child, remained silent from beginning to end. , just nodded along.

Hong Ya’s face turned dark. She knew that the senior brothers and sisters were teasing her, but she couldn’t say that they were serious.

She could only look up to her senior brother as if asking for help.

Li Bashan ignored the quarrels of his junior brothers and sisters, as if other than eating, he could hardly be moved by anything else.

He stared at the stage with burning eyes. Although his master Li Guishe often scolded him for being stupid, perhaps it was because of this stupidity that he had an unreasonable intuition.

Intuition told him that this junior fellow apprentice, who had not yet started, was by no means as weak and dull as he appeared on the surface. There seemed to be something deep hidden in his body.

Li Bashan could not spy on the thing, but he was sure that the "junior brother" was by no means ordinary. At least, he had killed people.

Although the "little junior brother" was extremely well hidden, when he was targeted with murderous intent at close range by the fourth junior brother, his body still instinctively showed a trace of stress reaction.

He also responded with a faint, fleeting killing intent.

Even if it was only missed for a moment, and it was very faint, the fourth junior brother standing opposite did not notice it, but Li Bashan smelled it, it was... He had also killed people, and he had killed more than one person to give birth to it. Killing intent.

On the stage, Feng Mu didn't know that he had exposed some details. He still looked dull, but his heart beat twice faster.

The iron in the stomach has responded and is being digested quickly.

Feng Mu swallowed, took a deep breath, and stared at Yuan Xidi. To outsiders, his eyes seemed to be targeting the enemy, revealing a fierceness.

"Hey, you have good eyesight. At least you can still stand on the stage. You have enough courage." Zhao Zhixin joked with a smile.

However, only Feng Mu knew where he was targeting the enemy. He was clearly looking at a box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets delivered to his door!

Sacrifice a great god's book "Lord of Puro"

His name is Li Banfeng, the peak of the mountain. He is not crazy. The doctor said he is not crazy.

In order to save his friend's life, he went to platform No. 96, boarded the 1160 steam train, and came to Puzhou, which was stuck in the steam age.

He met the confidante in the old record player, the peerless beauty in the calendar, the swinging lady in the old clock, and the worldly master in the wine gourd.

There are food cultivators who get stronger as they eat, cigarette cultivators who get stronger as they smoke, martial arts cultivators who get more ruthless as they kill, and wine cultivators who get crazier as they drink.

There are travel practitioners who want to go anywhere, and there are home practitioners who don’t want to go anywhere.

There are hundreds of schools in the world, who can compete with them?

Provancius, who is the leader.

Ban Feng put on a suit, a top hat, a feather duster, and asked seriously: Tell me, who is the Lord of Puro?

(End of this chapter)

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