Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

"Oh no, I'm already late, why am I here?"

Jiang Mingyang cursed himself for being stupid, but he couldn't turn around and leave at this moment.

"Jiang Mingyang, you dare to be late for my class. Do you want to stay after school for tutoring?"

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

She held up her pink glasses with her right hand and looked towards the door, bewildered Jiang Mingyang.

Duan Qing was already voluptuous, and she wore a small black suit again today, with her exquisite curves in the hip-covering skirt. When she deliberately twisted her body, she showed amazing curves.

Coupled with that voice that sounds extremely pure at first, but becomes more and more sultry the more you listen to it.

It was like a teacher who stepped out of a short movie and stole the souls of all the boys in the class.

Jiang Mingyang lowered his eyebrows, not to mention looking like a pig brother, he didn't even dare to take another look.

"You look good recently. Come, let the teacher show you your face and see if you have any luck."

Seeing that Jiang Mingyang didn't speak, Duan Qing stepped forward and lifted his chin.

All the boys in the class were extremely jealous. What an exciting experience this was.

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

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

Duan Qing joked with a smile, a flash of coquettish red flashed deep in her bright eyes, and a faint red mist floated out, directly into Jiang Mingyang's nose.

All this happened extremely slowly, but no one noticed anything, not even Jiang Mingyang.

"puff……"

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

The sound was wanton and loud, and the taste went straight to the depths of the soul.

The students opened their mouths in astonishment, subconsciously covering their noses and showing disgust.

"Your uncle's..."

Duan Qing's pretty face was frosty, and she started swearing. Then she covered her nose and yelled angrily: "Get out of here, mom. You are not allowed to enter the classroom without my permission!"

Jiang Mingyang's face was so red. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

He didn't know why he farted so loudly without warning.

Duan Qing also didn't expect that there was a trace of spiritual energy in Jiang Mingyang's body, which exploded when stimulated by the red mist.

Jiang Mingyang is not yet a warrior. He has no meridians to channel the spiritual energy, so he can only drain it out instinctively...

Although it was embarrassing to make a fool of himself in public, Duan Qing was a big help. Jiang Mingyang was worried about skipping classes, and now he had a legitimate reason.

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

"He is not even a quasi-warrior, but he actually has a trace of spiritual energy in his body. This boy 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 rooftop of the teaching building, a man in a white coat looked up into the distance, his eyes seeming to penetrate the space.

In the city center, inside the Wentian Martial Arts Gym, a short, muscular man smiled coldly and with evil intentions.

In the city's No. 1 Hospital, a hooded and black-robed figure passed through the bustling crowd and finally stopped next to Jiang Wenjun.

It was such an obviously weird behavior, but people seemed not to notice it and were still minding their own business.

All people in this world practice cultivation, but the compulsory education stage is the same as on Earth, and it mainly focuses on cultural education.

Before becoming a warrior, there was nothing to teach about cultivation, it was just about 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 class.

There are two martial arts classes in Donglin No. 1 Middle School. In order to beat Jiang Mingyang for a legitimate reason, Jiang Wenjun also placed him in the martial arts class.

The curriculum of the martial arts class is very simple, with cultural classes in the morning and physical exercises with the teacher in the afternoon.

After the first class, the school suddenly announced that they were going to Wentian Pavilion to study in the afternoon, and the first and second classes immediately became excited.

In Donglin City, Wen Tian Martial Arts Gym has quasi-martial artists. If they can be mentored, it will definitely be of great benefit to the martial arts examination.

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

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

After much deliberation last night, he decided to operate on Brother Hua's relatives and not touch pharmacies with strong backgrounds for the time being.

Based on Brother Hua's unreliable appearance, his relatives probably won't be much better.

Time flew by while sweating like rain, 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 from classes one and two began to gather, led by two physical education teachers and a school doctor, and took the bus straight to Wentian Pavilion.

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

In an era when all the people are seeking military power, faced with such huge public demands, the state will naturally deploy multiple channels to meet the strong public demands.

The first choice is to apply to Wuhan University, where you can get systematic instruction and lay a solid foundation to steadily become a martial artist.

This path is the most difficult, and non-geniuses will never be admitted to Wuhan University.

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

The Military Department and Wuhan University have different pursuits. Wuhan University cultivates high-end combat capabilities, while the Military Department trains group army warriors.

Therefore, those who become warriors in the military headquarters not only have to endure a lot of hardships, but are also subject to the control and dispatch of the troops.

To become a warrior, you have to obey orders, and many people don't want to choose that.

The third path is to be taught by warriors.

If the offspring of a warrior failed to get into the martial arts university and did not want to join the army and suffer, the warriors would teach themselves and rely on resources to become warriors.

In the long history, this situation was divided into two factions.

One faction established a martial arts hall, and after teaching their offspring, they recruited many disciples and formed a considerable force.

Those who failed to get into the martial arts university, could not or did not want to join the army for various reasons, but were unwilling to be ordinary.

Most of them would choose to work and make money, and then spend huge amounts of money to practice in the martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall was subject to official constraints and was dispatched by the military during wartime. It was considered a semi-official private institution, and the official would provide pills or weapons.

Then there was the black market. Human development could not avoid darkness. In a world where martial arts were respected, the black market was extremely prosperous.

There were many good things in the black market, but there were more deadly things. Whether you could buy something you were satisfied with depended on your ability and luck.

Wentian Hall was located in the city center and could be seen from a distance. On the entire wall of the luxurious building, the five characters of Wentian Martial Arts Hall were written in a flamboyant style.

The bus stopped at the underground parking lot, and the students got off the bus one after another and took the elevator to the dojo.

In the lounge of the No. 3 dojo in Wentian Dojo, a short and strong man was slowly changing his clothes.

This man's surname is Wang Mingjin, he is in his forties, male, ordinary looking, a quasi-warrior, and his blood value is 71.

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

But it is precisely because he has not been able to break through for many years that his personality has become a little distorted, and he is almost crazy in order to become a warrior.

"A bottle of blood-retaining pill in exchange for Jiang Mingyang's serious injury, the Jiang family is really rich."

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