The world's best martial arts masters kill animals in the right way

Chapter 37 A brief introduction

The playground is full of students, there are no teachers, and no old students to guide the order.

Huang Jing shouted "queue". Everyone was a little confused at first, and then they lined up in twos and threes. The queues were uneven, and some students were still standing outside the queue chatting.

No one reprimanded, and no one came down to lead order.

Chen Yuntian and Chen Yunxi stood at the front of the queue, with Fang Ping and others beside him.

3 minute later.

Huang Jing shouted again: "The gathering time has come. Those who are late or not in the queue will have 20 credits deducted!"

"Lock the door!"

As soon as the word "close the door" came out, several students in exercise clothes quickly closed the iron gate at the gate of the playground.

The students, who were still a little sloppy at first, immediately stood still in the queue, looking straight ahead, standing straight like soldiers.

Outside the playground, some freshmen shouted at the people in the playground through the iron fence, wanting to enter.

"Quiet!"

Huang Jing shouted loudly, pressing down on everyone present with all his momentum. The powerful power of Qi and blood made some students with lower levels unable to say anything more.

"This... what kind of strength is this? One person can suppress a thousand people."

Fang Ping's voice sounded from beside him. Chen Yuntian turned to look at him and said calmly: "This is the grandmaster, a seventh-level master who has not yet unleashed the true master's methods."

"What? Being so powerful is not a true master's method? So how powerful is a master?"

When Fang Ping heard this, a look of yearning appeared in his eyes. He decided that he must become a strong master.

"You will know later. Just stay quiet now. The dean is watching from above."

…………

The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, on the rostrum, Huang Jing glanced at the crowd and spoke again.

"Hello students, let me introduce myself, my name is Huang Jing, the dean of the Weapons Academy!"

Huang Jing doesn't use a loudspeaker or a microphone, so what he can say seems to be spoken in everyone's ears.

"The principal is rushing back to school and is not in the school for the time being. The two vice-principals also have important matters to deal with. I will preside over the freshman ceremony today!"

"Entering Mowu, the first thing I want to teach everyone is to obey the rules!
3 o'clock collection is 3 o'clock, there is no room for bargaining!
Those who do not show up, those who are late, and those who do not line up according to the rules will all deduct 20 credits! "

Huang Jing's majestic eyes scanned the entire audience, looking at some students with happy expressions on their faces, and others with expressions of indifference.

A sneer appeared on Huang Jing's face, and his voice echoed throughout the audience.

"Some people may not understand how important Mowu's credits are, so let me briefly explain. In Mowu, 3 credits can be exchanged for an ordinary Qi and Blood Pill, and 10 credits can be exchanged for a first-grade Qi and Blood Pill. .”

"Of course, you can think of 1 credit as 1 cash, or you can think of it as 3 cash from the outside world, because the magic weapon exchange ratio is almost equivalent to one-third of the market price."

After Huang Jing finished speaking, both the freshmen on the playground and the freshmen locked outside the playground were noisy.

"Damn it! 60 yuan! The 60 yuan is gone after being so late! Those students can't help but cry to death! Mowu is so generous. He gave away 150 million yuan of resources casually. I really didn't choose the wrong school."

"It's just that if these deducted credits could be given to me, how much wealth would they be worth?"

Fang Ping looked at the students outside the iron gate with regret on his face, feeling heartbroken beyond measure.

"Mowu promises that the cultivation before the first rank is free!"

On the stage, Huang Jing continued: "But this kind of free is not unlimited. Freshmen have 50 credits, which is all your cultivation resources before the first grade!"

"If your credits are deducted a few more times, then you will have to find a way to practice before the first level." The freshmen outside the playground were furious, angry that they had lost a large amount of resources in vain.

Huang Jing didn't care about the students whose credits were deducted, and continued to speak loudly: "The Mowu school has not been established for a long time. It has been 59 years since then. In the past 59 years, Mowu has come out of countless students. They threw their heads and blood to achieve the current Mowu. Wu, you are here now!"

"Entering Mowu is not for you to enjoy life, nor is it for you to be superior to others!"

"In Mowu, first of all you have to realize one thing, how much you pay, how much you can gain!"

"What is a warrior? It's not a bully, it's not a bully, it's not a political broker..."

"Warriors are the guardians of this city, this country, and this world!"

"We are great, but we are also small, and we can also be said to be sad..."

"Now you don't understand, and you don't need to understand! One day, you will understand that entering Mowu is not the beginning of the pinnacle of your life, it may also be the beginning of tragedy!"

"However, since you are not willing to be ordinary and unknown, then be prepared for this!"

"Since you have entered Wuhan University, you must learn to fight and strive to make you stronger and better!"

"Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared!"

"..."

Huang Jing's voice resounded throughout the playground.

"Mowu doesn't have too many red tapes, but it doesn't mean that there are no rules. The rules that should be followed must be followed!"

"Similarly, Mowu will also give everyone a chance to perform, and when it's time to perform, you must learn to show yourself!"

"The entrance ceremony is not complicated, it's very simple."

"Everyone get to know each other, the tutors know the students, and the students know the tutors. In Mowu, the way to get to know each other is very simple..."

As Huang Jing said, he turned sideways and said, "On the stage, there are now 12 tutors from the four major colleges!"

"Everyone, let's get to know the students you are about to lead!"

Huang Jing's voice fell, and a man in his 40s with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked out behind him.

As soon as the man walked out, the strong power of Qi and blood floated above his head, and he could vaguely see that touch of blood red.

"Academy of Arms, freshman tutor, Tang Feng!"

Immediately afterwards, another person came out and said calmly: "Weapon Academy, freshman tutor, Luo Yichuan!"

"..."

"Tactical Guidance Academy, freshman tutor, Zhou Shiping."

"..."

"College of Liberal Arts, freshman tutor, Chu Xin!"

"..."

The energy and blood of the crowd did not converge, and the energy and blood of the 12 instructors exploded. The freshmen in the audience were all blushing, and some of them even showed signs of instability.

The 12 mentors unscrupulously burst out their own blood, oppressing the students.

The new students under the martial artist all felt difficulty breathing and retreated hastily.

The freshmen who have reached the martial artist state, or the freshmen who have been bone-hardened for the second time, have solemn faces and stand in place without moving.

Only Chen Yuntian and Chen Yunxi looked at the teachers on the rostrum with calm expressions, seemingly unaffected by this pressure of energy and blood.

(End of this chapter)