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

But at this time, Wang Xuan suddenly said: "Actually, I have a way to make everyone not do their homework."

Immediately, the students in the classroom quieted down, looking at Wang Xuan expectantly.

Homework has become everyone's nightmare.

"It's actually very simple, that is, I will be beaten up by the master tomorrow." Wang Xuan said solemnly.

As soon as the voice fell, a wave of more violent anger was received.

This is a sarcastic statement.

You are rubbing salt in our wounds!

bitch.

It's just that Wang Xuan felt that it was not enough, it could be more violent.

After all, there are not many opportunities for this kind of collective mentality imbalance.

So he cleared his throat: "I actually made a joke with everyone just now."

The class fell into silence again.

"The easy way to not do your homework...is to be a genius like me."

Hearing this, everyone's mentality collapsed.

unacceptable.

Can you order 13 faces?

In an instant, murderous aura rose in the school.

When the flying bird in the sky strayed into the sky above the hall, it immediately felt the strong murderous aura below.

Suddenly the formation was chaotic, dodging or going around in a panic.

However, Wang Xuan was satisfied, and walked out of the school with the broken spear he had just obtained.

Ha ha!A group of tool people.

Chapter 124

It has been a few days since Shangjun Academy started, and these days, all the schools are talking about their core ideas.

It can be seen that although there are many people who are close to Daqin, fundamentally speaking, they just see the situation more clearly than some diehards, but most of them do not agree with Legalism.

Deep-rooted thoughts have long been integrated into their blood and will not be easily changed.

And Shangjun Academy also turned a blind eye to this teaching method that carried private goods.

On the way, I heard that military strategists have also started teaching exercises.

Now in the military hall, only Li Shan, Bai Ling and Dianxiong have the highest qualifications.

Of course, besides the Bingtang, several geniuses also appeared in other places.

The so-called introduction to martial arts is actually more like a qualification test.

If you have good aptitude, you can stay. If you don’t have the aptitude, you can either transfer to other scholars, or become a crane tail.

For all schools of thought, it is their pleasure to have one more person inherit their ideas.

On the way back, Wang Xuan heard many students talking about what kind of cultivation technique someone in a certain hall had just discovered a talent that was hard to see in a hundred years.

"Have you heard? Han Xu, a disciple of the Legalist family, has amazing aptitude, and he has been recognized by the measuring ruler."

The Measuring Ruler is a tool used by the Legalists to test their qualifications. It is said that when a person's ideas are in line with the Legalists' ideas, he can get a response from the Measuring Ruler.

"Most of the disciples just let the measuring ruler change a little bit, but when Han Xu held the measuring ruler, the measuring ruler was scorching hot, red as a soldering iron, but Han Xu himself didn't notice it, and he was praised as the A once-in-a-thousand-year inheritor of Legalism."

Wang Xuan listened to everyone's discussion all the way, and couldn't calm down in his heart.

It seems that among the students gathered in Shangjun Academy, there are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

But think about it, there are 36 counties in Kyushu, thousands of counties, and only a thousand people can come to Shangjun Academy in the end.

Among these thousand people, the proportion of geniuses is still very high.

And the measuring ruler was directly given to Han Xu in the end, which shows that all schools of thought will have different rewards for outstanding disciples.

Wang Xuan looked at the broken spear in his hand, the five weapons that Luo Xiao took out were not ordinary things, but he didn't know what was so extraordinary about this broken spear.

Wang Xuan returned to his yard, closed the door, and put the broken gun on the table.

I used to read a lot of online novels with blood dripping to recognize the master. I gritted my teeth, took out a knife, cut my finger, and a few drops of blood dripped on the broken gun.

As time passed by, Wang Xuan stared at the broken gun without blinking his eyes.

One stick of incense passes, two sticks of incense pass, three sticks of incense pass...

Wang Xuan's eyes were astringent, and there was no response from the broken spear.

"Oh shit!"

Wang Xuan cursed and found a rag, and bound up his fingers.

Internet authors lack great virtue, they are all so deceitful.

It seems that the method of recognizing the Lord by dripping blood will not work!

But when I opened the box, I really felt that the broken gun seemed to echo with me.

"boom!"

Wang Xuan patted his head.

"Why are you so stupid? I learned the art of soldiers and killing, but I didn't expect to use it."

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan directly activated the art of killing soldiers.

Immediately endless energy gathered on Wang Xuan's body.

The broken gun on the table finally moved.

The pure black gun body began to vibrate continuously.

"Deng deng deng deng!"

The vibration frequency is getting bigger and bigger.

The broken gun, which was originally pitch black, suddenly showed a bright light, as if a terrifying power was recovering.

Wang Xuan stared at the broken gun, his heart was full of excitement and anticipation.

This was his first weapon. Although it was a broken spear, Wang Xuan had a feeling of closeness when he saw it for the first time.

With Wang Xuan's Bing-Slaying Technique fully activated, the light on the broken spear became more and more blazing, and finally completely enveloped Wang Xuan.

And mysterious power continuously merged into his body, like a fire ignited his blood, surging surgingly.

In Wang Xuan's mind, it was as if a door was suddenly opened.

A name suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Canglong."

"Is this the name of the broken gun?"

Following Wang Xuan's thoughts, the broken spear flew into his palm with a whoosh.

At the moment when he clenched the Azure Dragon tightly, Wang Xuan suddenly felt a sense of strength, as if everything in the world was like ants under his long spear.

The light on the spear fell into a calm state as Wang Xuan's Bing Slaying Technique stopped functioning.

But at this moment, this long spear, which still looks a bit dilapidated to outsiders, already has a completely different feeling in Wang Xuan's heart.

At the same time, Wang Xuan had an impulse in his heart to find the second half of the spear and repair it completely.

The door of the yard was pushed open, and Norixiong came back.

This stupid big man grinned, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, as if his face had been run over by a wheel.

"what happened?"

Wang Xuan's eyes immediately turned cold.

Dianxiong was treated as a brother by him, and now he has become like this, could it be that he was bullied?

Nianxiong smiled.

"Cauldron, I wasn't hit in the face by someone else."

Dianxiong hurriedly explained.

It turned out that in the class of military strategists, the skill practiced today is Bingjiashu.

Bingjiashu is similar to the hard qigong of later generations. It can be regarded as the entry-level version of military skills. If you practice it to a high level, you can hold the blade hard.

And Dianxiong, as a genius disciple of the military family, was the first person to comprehend the art of military armor.

In order to test whether the Bingjia technique is as powerful as the master said, Dianxiong punched himself twice, and he became what he is now.

Wang Xuan was a little speechless.

It's really novel to beat myself into this miserable state.

Fortunately, you are using fists. If you are using a knife, you will not be able to hack yourself to death.

In class the next day, Wang Xuan sat down in his place as usual.

The spirits of the students in the school are not very good, obviously because they didn't feel angry yesterday, and definitely not because they were tired from rushing homework.

Wang Xuan thought in his heart.

"Wang Xuan, why did you directly comprehend how to control the sword with qi? Is there any trick?"

Guan Wenguang, who had a big oolong yesterday, took the initiative to come to Wang Xuan and asked for advice in a low voice.

In his opinion, when Luo Xiao was guiding them, both of them trembled, and he trembled more than Emperor Xuan, which meant that his aptitude was even better than that of Emperor Xuan, why couldn't he wake up?

It must be because I didn't find a way.

Wang Xuan smiled slightly: "A few days ago when I went to Diqiu, I ate Mapo tofu, and then I was hunted down by Mapo and her husband for eighteen streets, and then I accidentally fell into a collapsed ancient tomb From then on, I got up early every day at five o'clock."

Guan Wenguang's eyes lit up suddenly, feeling that a big secret was about to be revealed in front of him, and even his breathing became short of breath.