I Became the Ancestor of the Villain

  Chapter 29 I will never be a dog lick again

When Mo frivolously heard this, seeing that Zheng Tao didn't firmly refuse, he knew there was something going on. Under Mo Fan's spoiler reminder, he hurriedly said: "Principal, the junior's admiration for you is like a torrent of endless rivers. I heard that Fu The principal's disciple is known as the number one genius in Zhongzhou, so he must have shown off in front of you a lot, right? Don't worry, as long as you can accept your disciples, you will be able to show off in front of anyone in the future!"

   These words just scratched Zheng Tao's itch. He has never accepted disciples, not because he does not want to cultivate successors, but because he has not found a suitable one.

  A few years ago, Chen Kong, the last martial arts champion, was quite satisfied, but was snatched away by Fu Qing.

  Although the three big bosses of Guozijian have always been dissatisfied with each other, they actually have a very good relationship. The competition of the older generation will naturally continue to the next generation.

   But this Chen Kong is very talented. He has repeatedly broken through in the past three years, and his strength has surpassed the disciples trained by Huage for many years. He has become the number one genius in Zhongzhou, and he is also an extremely high existence on the Qianlong list.

  This old Fu can't control his mouth. He always talks about how powerful his disciple is when he meets everyone. When he robbed Zheng Tao of him, Chen Kong took the initiative to join him as Fu Qing's disciple, and often sneered in front of Zheng Tao.

  When Zheng Tao thought of this, his heart was filled with anger, and he looked at this frivolous man carefully.

  Aged about sixteen years, god-level skills, first-rank martial artist, earth-level roots, extremely high comprehension, can cultivate earth-level martial arts in a short period of time, and has a certain leapfrog fighting strength.

   No matter how you look at it, it is a good seedling. If it is cultivated well, it will definitely not be much worse than Chen Kong!

   "Do you really want to be my disciple?" Zheng Tao stared deeply at Mo Qingkuang, his momentum suddenly changed, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

  Mo Frivolous is not surprised but happy when he sees this. This is not because Zheng Tao wants to teach him a lesson, but it is the master's test for the disciple before entering the school.

  He straightened his back, his gaze was firm, the deep hatred in his heart, the hope of the rise of the family, and the belief in becoming a strong man all supported him!

   "I really want to become the principal's disciple!" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth and said every word under the pressure of a mountain.

   "Think about it..." Zheng Tao smiled, and the pressure suddenly increased a lot.

  Mo frivolously snorted and fell to the ground.

   Then he straightened his spine stubbornly, and looked at Zheng Tao resolutely.

  As time passed, Mo Qingkuang's forehead was profusely sweating, and the roots of his teeth were almost bleeding from biting. Still not giving up.

  Zheng Tao nodded and turned his back.

  Mo Qingkuang felt the pressure all over his body was relieved, he calmed down in one breath, stood up with a flushed face, panting heavily: "You agreed?"

   "Let's talk about winning the champion of martial arts..." Zheng Tao waved his hand, and Mo Qingkuang flew out, falling like a dog and eating shit.

   "Teacher, just wait." Knowing that he had passed the test, Mo Qingkuang glanced at the closed door and jumped out happily.

  In the room, Zheng Tao pursed his lips into a smile, and murmured: "Old Fu's disciple is a champion of martial arts, my disciple must be a champion of martial arts no matter what. Brat, don't let me down."

  ...

  Seeing that Mo Qingkuang came out of the inner hall in a mess, and couldn't hide his joy, Han Yan'er, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately went up to meet him.

   "How did it take you so long?"

  Mo frivolously brushed some messy hair, and said boldly: "Just now when I went in, there was an old man who said that I was more handsome than him! He insisted on accepting me as an apprentice!"

  "Old man? What old man?" Han Yan'er was puzzled. Those who checked the age were not all the court's priests, and their strength was generally in the realm of great masters.

  Mo frivolously pretended to be ignorant and said: "An old man, very handsome. He also claimed to be the dean of the martial arts academy, and his name is Zheng Tao."

  Han Yan'er rolled her eyes when she heard the words, why don't you go to the sky? Who is Dean Zheng? Do you have to accept you as an apprentice? And you said you are more handsome than him?

   Do you want to show your face, Kuang Qing? Dean Zheng is good-looking, just like you, a Heibu Longdong bumpkin, saying that you look good is generally flattering you.

   "Can you stop bragging?"

  Mo frivolously smiled: "I'm not bragging, the old man said, as long as I can win the champion of martial arts, I will be accepted as a personal disciple."

   "This is still decent." Han Yan'er glared at him.

  Kuang Qing was originally very talented. If he could win the champion of martial arts, it must be possible for Dean Zheng to adopt the idea of ​​recruiting disciples.

  However, with Kuang Qing's strength, it is still difficult to win the championship.

  Martial arts is limited to eighteen years old, and Kuang Qing is only sixteen years old. Those candidates who are close to eighteen years old may not be as talented as they are, but their strength should be stronger. What's more, it is possible to reach the third and fourth ranks!

   What's more, Yuan Jianzong came to make trouble for this imperial examination, and the difficulty is even more unusual!

  Thinking of this, Han Yan'er said: "This is not a place to talk, you go to my house first, I have something to say to you."

   "Is there any whisper that can't be said here? My daughter's family is really troublesome." Mo frivolously is proud of his spring breeze, and he can't hold back his playful nature. He immediately laughed exaggeratedly.

   The voice was not low, and many people present heard it, and all of them opened their mouths in shock.

   This kid, is he molesting Princess Nine?

  Han Yan'er's cheeks quickly turned a blush, and she gave Mo frivolous a fierce look! What the **** is this?

  If he hadn't helped her in Nianhua King's Tomb and was selected by Dean Zheng, he might have to rely on him for this imperial examination.

   "What nonsense are you talking about! Hurry up and go, I have business to discuss with you!" Han Yan stomped her feet angrily, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in! As soon as he took Mo's frivolous hand, he rushed out.

  Seeing this situation, there was a sound of bones dislocating in the hall of the government office.

   "A brother is using a card to provoke a fool..."

   "Put your chin up first!"

   "click"

   "Princess Nine is holding a man's hand?"

  Han Yan'er has always been the dream lover of young talents in Zhongzhou. Her demeanor is cool and pure, and she is widely sought after by everyone.

   Never before had anyone dared to talk to her so frivolously. The shocking thing was that instead of annoying Han Yan'er and causing her death, she was so ashamed that she took the guy's hand and ran away.

   Could it be that our pursuit is wrong? Or is it that Kuang Qing's talent is already strong enough to make the Ninth Princess fall back?

"I've already said, don't be a dog licker. Look, did you hear the voice of the dog lickers drooling in the hall? The more noble the woman, the more disgusted the dog licker!" Mo Fan's teasing voice When it came, Mo Qingkuang was woken up from the pleasing catkin.

  He was dragged half a street by Han Yaner unknowingly.

  Feeling the smoothness of the mind, Mo Qingkuang deeply regretted that he was responsive to Chu Yanran at the beginning, with a flattering ugly face!

  He swore secretly in his heart: the old ancestor was right, he licked until he had nothing left. I will never be a dog lick again!

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