"Dong!"

The two fists collided fiercely, and sweat splashed everywhere.

Long saw that he was weak all over and fell back to the ground, gasping for breath: "Okay, that's all for today. No matter how much you arouse me, I can't get up."

Sun Ang smiled, withdrew his fists and stretched out his hand at him. Long Jianye held his hand and said, "Tomorrow is our first class, so be careful, don't be late."

Sun Ang nodded: "Is there any more to say?"

The assassination came to an end. Although Sun Ningxuan was still investigating secretly, Sun Ang's life in Tenglong Martial Arts Academy had returned to normal.

Tomorrow is exactly half a month's teaching time, and the tutor who will teach tomorrow is a big shot.

Yesterday, Sun Ningxuan sent someone to send Sun Ang a booklet, which records the information of each tutor in the entire Tenglong Martial Arts Academy in detail.

The mentors in the entire Tenglong Martial Arts Academy are divided into third-class. Apart from these third-class, only two are above these third-class mentors, demonstrators such as demonstrators.

First, of course, it is the dean.

The second one can be said to be more noble than the dean. Because he is the dean’s uncle and Bai Chongjiu’s master.

The one who will teach tomorrow is the special tutor, Mr. Gan Xinghe, the revenge of Sun Ang and Bai Zimao. It is still uncertain whether this uncle of the teacher knows it, but Sun Ang does not intend to make excuses for him.

So I got up early the next day, after breakfast quickly, I sat honestly in the classroom.

Although he was not the first to come, he was also the top three. The other two were senior disciples. Seeing Sun Ang’s clothes as junior disciples, he turned his face arrogantly, and was too lazy to call someone even when he greeted him.

Sun Ang found a not-so-conspicuous position to sit down. Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, an old man walked in slowly with his hands on his back.

The two senior disciples were about to get up to salute, but the old man scolded them back: "Idiot! Great time, why are you waiting for here? There is still half an hour before class. Take the time to practice martial arts and get out of here!"

Two senior disciples fled in panic, and Sun Ang thought it was not good. Sure enough, the old man's eyes fell on him. Sun Ang was about to get up and go out, but found that the dissatisfaction in the old man's eyes faded into a kind of indifference: "Hmph, you don't have to pretend."

Sun Ang was stunned.

"They all came from poor families and had no external help. They had to rely entirely on their own efforts to make a name for themselves. If they didn't hurry up, their lives would be over.

You are different. There is a huge family behind you. They will give you support, spiritual elixirs, and whatever magic weapons want. These can completely make up for your shortcomings of not working hard enough.

So, enjoy your leisure time here quietly.”

After the old man finished speaking, he sat on the podium. Sun Ang felt that what he said just now was sarcastic. What happened to his family? Could it be that he could choose his origin?

He recalled that the booklet mentioned that Gan Xinghe was born into a poor family and was very hard when he was young. No wonder he had prejudices against disciples from aristocratic families.

However, he only saw the dominant side of the disciples of the aristocratic family, but did not notice that the competition among the disciples of the aristocratic family was far more intense and cruel than that of the poor disciples!

Take Sun Ang himself as an example. If it weren't for his soul traveling through time, the original owner would have been killed sooner or later!

Even the father and brother were implicated in death, and it was very likely that their family would be killed.

Even if the poor disciples cannot make a name for themselves, they can still live their lives in a simple way.

He shook his head secretly. The old man was extreme and stubborn. It was difficult to attend this class today.

Sun Ang sat silently in his seat, and gradually all the disciples came and gathered together. Song Guran was eager to show off and took the lead in a very domineering way.

This "study-loving" performance really won Gan Xinghe's praise, and the old man nodded with a smile.

However, several other disciples from aristocratic families sat in the first row, but Gan Xinghe had a cold face. Not only did he not approve, but he looked a little unhappy.

Sun Ang thought for a moment and understood: Some of your aristocratic disciples are given guidance from others, and the opportunity in the academy should be given to poor disciples.

Five bells rang, and all the disciples stood up to greet the instructor. Gan Xinghe responded calmly and said, "Okay, let's start, what we want to talk about today is Wu Zhao."

"Everyone knows that Wu Zhao is a manifestation of the innate essence that can manifest itself outside the body. To put it bluntly, as long as you start practicing martial arts, then at the first moment, it will determine what kind of martial arts you can give birth to."

"Maybe the martial arts you practice will affect some details of Wu Zhao, but the general direction of Wu Zhao is determined by your own qualifications and talents."

"I won't talk about these basic principles. What I want to talk about today is how to make your martial arts more powerful based on your own..."

Sun Ang was a little distracted: In other words, Wu Zhaotian was destined? But his Nantian Gate, no, should it be said that Wu Zhao of Heaven was destined from the beginning?

The Heavenly Court is the product of the ancient dragon immortal emperor who was derived from the continent and shrouded the seven realms, and then collapsed again.

Then before the Immortal Emperor of the Ancient Dragon, there was no Heavenly Court Wu Zhao - is this somewhat inconsistent with Wu Zhao Tianding?

Gan Xinghe noticed Sun Ang was distracted, but did not remind him. It was still because of his narrow theories of poor families. Anyway, someone would explain these to Sun Ang without having to intervene on his own.

Song Guran, in the front row, keenly captured this detail. He was secretly happy. Bai Zimao said it was indeed right. Gan Xinghe hated the children of aristocratic families and could take advantage of this today.

Long saw Ye touching Sun Ang gently from behind. Sun Ang woke up and looked up and happened to meet Gan Xinghe's somewhat unkind gaze.

He sat in a dire state and listened attentively.

After an hour of explanation, Gan Xinghe asked his disciples to ask questions. If he had any questions, he would ask questions if he didn't understand what he had just said.

The disciples raised their hands one after another, but Gan Xinghe only selected the poor children to ask questions.

Now even Ryumiye couldn't stand it anymore and whispered: "How can you be a teacher as so narrow-minded?"

Sun Ang shook his head gently and said, "He may not even realize that doing so is just arousing the conflict between aristocratic families and poor families. Doing so will harm the poor families without any benefit!

Among the aristocratic families, not all bullies are bullying, and among the poor, there are also criminals who commit crimes."

Long Jianye suddenly realized and nodded, "It's nothing wrong to be a noble family, and it's nothing wrong to be a poor family, because the origin is not something that everyone can choose. Master Gan was a big mistake in doing this."

Sun Ang sighed softly.

After the questioning session, Gan Xinghe gave further explanation, and then he stood up and said, "Okay, I'll be here in the morning. The afternoon is a group confrontation. Let's see how you understand what I said in the morning."

The disciples stood up and sent the instructor away. Sun Ang accidentally saw Wu Ning and others looking at him with bad eyes. He was wary: Could it be that they had any conspiracy?

Long Jianye leaned over and whispered: "Be careful in the afternoon, I'm afraid Master Gan wouldn't let you go easily."

Sun Ang nodded.

The lunch and rest time passed quickly. Sun Ang waited until class was about to start before entering the classroom. Gan Xinghe sat on it and squinted his old eyes. When the bell rang, he immediately said: "Okay, let's relax in the afternoon, and fight in groups. Ten people were drawn from you and divided into two groups.

Then I will ask a few questions based on the morning class, and you both sides will answer them quickly. If you have different understandings, you can also debate."

As soon as he finished speaking, many disciples raised their hands, hoping to choose themselves and leave a deep impression on Gan Xinghe.

If Gan Xinghe can be selected as a personal disciple, it will undoubtedly be a miracle to reach the sky in one step.

Sun Ang sat in his position honestly, being a low-key person, without even raising his hands. Gan Xinghe's eyes swept over him and snorted coldly: "Don't even have this responsibility?"

Sun Ang almost jumped up and cursed: I've got you offended?

Gan Xinghe selected nine people, but finally looked at Sun Ang again: "Come on, too."

Sun Ang had no choice but to let him go. As expected, this old guy refused to let him go.

Sun Ang stood up expressionlessly and walked forward with the envious eyes of many unknown disciples.

Gan Xinghe pointed at him a few points and divided the ten people into two groups. Sun Ang saw an acquaintance in the group opposite: Wu Ning.

Wu Ning was extremely arrogant and didn't even glance at him.

"Okay, start!" Gan Xinghe ordered.

The other four people in the opposite group were extremely excited because they had Wu Ning, the teammate, and the junior disciple Jiulong ranked third! He was almost invincible.

"If you want to increase the power of weapons and weapons, what attributes should you choose to focus on?"

"What are the three elements that enhance the power of the Divine Martial Light?"

"Is there a necessary connection between the ability to comprehend and Wu Zhao?"

As each question was raised, Wu Ning really lived up to his expectations and answered quickly. The answer to each question was almost the same as the one taught by Gan Xinghe in the morning.

The disciples below were extremely excited and applauded repeatedly, especially some female disciples who secretly admired Wu Ning. Little stars appeared in their eyes and their palms were slapped red.

Long Jianye was also secretly amazed below: No wonder Wu Ning was able to rank third in the junior disciple Jiulong. Just because of his ability to forget, he has already killed most people in seconds.

Gan Xinghe was very satisfied with Wuning. Although Wuning also came from a noble family, it seemed that because they were old disciples, they had already been recognized by Gan Xinghe.

On the other hand, most of Sun Ang’s group are new disciples, and only two old disciples are still of mediocre qualifications. Only after taking the family’s efforts can they enter the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy.
Chapter completed!