I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

It was I who harmed benefactor, benefactor must have suffered inhuman torture.

"thump."

The moment the thin bamboo pole opened the door, a person fell out.

After falling outside, the opponent lay motionless on the ground.

"Won't you die?"

The faces of all the people present were full of surprise.

At this moment, a calm voice came from the yard.

"I'm kind enough to help you cut your hair. It's too much for you to run away without paying the money."

At the door, everyone was dumbfounded.

They originally thought that it was Wang Xuan who fell out, but now that Wang Xuan's voice came from the courtyard, the one who fell on the ground could only be Zhuang Hu.

"how can that be?"

The skinny man with a bamboo pole named Madman had an incredible expression on his face.

He is very clear about Zhuang Hu's strength, as a fourth-rank martial artist, he can hardly stop Zhuang Hu's move.

But now he was beaten so hard that he couldn't even get up, how powerful the guy inside should be.

"Could it be the sixth grade?"

The rest of the people were also frightened and their hearts were pounding.

Fan Jian's throat rolled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Even Zhuang Hu, one of the four villains in the academy, was repaired like this. That benefactor was a bit fierce.

"The boss is so strong, how could he be defeated, maybe there are other people in the yard."

A student did not give up and turned Zhuang Hu's body over.

Then he saw a blood-stained face, and he took a few steps back in fright.

"Save me, save me..."

Zhuang Hu shouted weakly.

"Really the boss!"

At this time, Wang Xuan had already walked out of the courtyard.

After these people saw Wang Xuan, they frightened and hurried away.

The smile on Wang Xuan's face froze a bit.

Originally planned to say hello with a smile, make friends, and then trick them into the hospital.

It seems that they are not stupid.

Wang Xuan shook his head, stretched himself, and walked towards his yard.

I was so tired that I played for two full hours.

Is it easy for yourself to gain anger?

When you go back, you must drink two jugs of wine to reward yourself.

After Wang Xuan left, a group of people dared to save Zhuang Hu.

For the rest of Fan Jian, no one paid any attention to him.

Fan Jian looked at the courtyard where Wang Xuan walked in, and really wanted to thank him, but in the end he didn't have the courage to go.

Zhuang Hu was beaten a bit too badly, which shows that Wang Xuan is not an ordinary person.

Yang Jing didn't dare to come out until everyone had left.

At that time, he had been hiding in a corner, not daring to show his head.

The ground was so cold that he developed hemorrhoids.

Finally the evil star left.

"Young Master Yang, my family no longer serves you at your door, and I feel terrified every time."

Yang Jing's little sweetheart Yuanyuan came out with a resentful and unhappy expression on her face.

"casual."

Yang Jing replied coldly, and then walked into the courtyard.

He's done, he's a saint.

Woman, hehe, no need.

Chapter 120 You are such a good person

Waking up the next morning, Wang Xuan stretched himself and walked out of the yard.

Today coincides with the fifteenth day, which is a holiday.

So there is no class in the academy today.

It was only after traveling that Wang Xuan realized that the ancients also had rest days, but they were not like the later generations who took a few days off a week.

Instead, choose to take a break on the 55th day of each month.

On this day, officials at the top will also have a holiday together.

Wang Xuan didn't stay at home, one must struggle in life, what's the difference between lying in the house every day and salted fish?

Wouldn't it be nice to go out and get to know more people and have a friendly exchange with them?

The pumpkins were already waiting outside.

He wakes up earlier than chickens and sleeps later than "chickens" every day, and his professionalism moves Wang Xuan.

But Dianxiong was not as diligent as Pumpkin, across a yard, Wang Xuan could hear the grunting sound coming from him.

Just as he walked out the door, he saw an old man with a long beard standing at the door, looking at him with a smile, which shocked Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan felt somewhat vigilant for no reason.

"This guy looks as cheap as himself. It's amazing. Be careful."

The old man's expression was a little ugly.

With what eyes does this kid look at himself?

"Hoohoo!"

The next moment, the old man suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.

Wang Xuan took a few steps back in fright, thinking: "This old man, I didn't provoke him myself!"

But soon he realized that he had misunderstood. The old man drew out his sword and stabbed forward.

A white light erupted from the sword.

Wang Xuan was immediately surprised.

After showing it off, the old man took the sword back.

"Old man Sun Ming is a friend of your grandfather, and now he is the instructor of the military hall. Tell me, do you want to learn the sword I just made?"

Sun Ming stared at Wang Xuan and asked.

Wang Jian came to visit him a few days ago, and the two chatted for a long time. Wang Jian told him that his grandson is a first-class martial arts genius, well-behaved, obedient, sensible, filial, and polite. A perfect person.

It made Sun Ming's heart itch, and he wanted to see it.

He originally thought that Wang Xuan, as the grandson of Wang Jian, should choose military strategist no matter what.

But it never occurred to Wang Xuan to randomly draw lots to catch a farmer.

Let him wait for a lonely, so he had no choice but to come to the door in person.

"So it's Senior Sun."

Knowing that he was a good friend of his grandfather, Wang Xuan was quite polite to him.

"Do you want to learn that sword just now?"

Sun Ming looked at Wang Xuan with burning eyes.

Based on his preconceptions, he already thought that Wang Xuan was the most outstanding young man in the world.

Wang Xuan clicked on the system panel, and as he guessed, there was an additional message in the panel: Remnants of Chicken Killing Swordsmanship (unlearned).

Wang Xuan couldn't help but be speechless, just hearing the name of this sword technique didn't work, so he politely refused, "I'm not interested."

Sun Ming was stunned for a moment.

My dignified military master was actually rejected.

"Anger +66."

Taking a deep breath, Sun Ming said, "Boy, you have to think carefully."

"Of course I've thought about it."

Wang Xuan nodded.

I haven't learned many exercises now, and my anger value is far from enough.

Moreover, the farmer's swordsmanship is so powerful that his brain is cramped, so he has to learn how to kill chickens with swordsmanship.

If Sun Ming knew that the swordsmanship created by his life-long Mahayana would be looked down upon just because of a name, he would probably stomp his feet angrily.

The reason why he gave such a name in the first place was to show his arrogance. Killing an enemy is as easy as killing a chicken or a pig.

But I didn't expect to be self-defeating today.

"Senior, why don't you come into my room and sit down?"

Wang Xuan took the initiative to invite.

Since this old man can provide himself with anger points, it seems that he is very close to him at first glance, and can become a friend who forgets years.