The Age of Gaowu: I can advance my future cultivation

"The [inner courtyard] of the three holy courtyards!"

Jiangbei No. 7 Budo High School, so far, the school history is more than three hundred years.

But in the past three hundred years, among the more than three hundred martial arts students who graduated from the seventh high school, only a handful were admitted to the three major holy academies.

As for entering a higher level, there is not even a single student in the inner courtyard of the three holy courtyards!

But now.

The appearance of Jiangbei Tianjiao Camp made Sun Deyue also see the light!

"This is the opportunity!"

"An incredible opportunity!"

"As the principal, I naturally have to fight for the best conditions for the outstanding little guys in my school, so that they can all enter the Tianjiao Camp and get a lot of resource input from you old guy, so as to use it as a springboard to break into the three holy courtyards!"

Sun Deyue said, but he couldn't help but smile.

"Well, you old ghost, you know that you are calculating my old book!"

Hear Sun Deyue's words.

Wu Yuan also couldn't help but scold with a smile.

However, jokes are jokes, Sun Deyue or Wu Yuan.

They all hope to discover and cultivate more and better Tianjiao.

After all, with their identities, the more Tianjiao they discover and cultivate, the more dazzling their future success will be.

As the principal of Tianjiao's alma mater, he is the president of the Tianjiao's hometown martial arts association.

They can also obtain higher-level martial arts associations, quite rich resource rewards, and their own status and reputation can also be greatly improved!

Whether it's for fame, or profit, or simply for your own ambitions in life.

For the cultivation of junior Tianjiao, they all spare no effort!

This is also the fundamental reason why many martial arts powerhouses, at least more than ninety percent of martial arts powerhouses, can spare no effort to cultivate junior talents as much as possible, so that the Terrans can emerge generation after generation of martial arts powerhouses, promote the Terran martial arts, and move towards a higher level!

"Okay, joke, that's it."

After a few more small talks, he finalized the various matters of renting an exclusive cultivation room.

Sun Deyue just got up and took his leave.

"Today is the day of the school placement assessment, I, the principal, should also go back and see the final results of the little ones!"

"Good, good, in that case, I won't keep you."

Wu Yuan got up with a smile and sent Sun Deyue to the elevator.

Right at this moment.

"Ding!"

The elevator door slowly opened, and an old man dressed in a silver warrior robe, with a long and distant breath, not much weaker than Sun Deyue, appeared in front of the two, after seeing the two clearly.

The silver-robed old man saluted Wu Yuan's head: "President Wu, long time no see."

Immediately, he looked at Sun Deyue next to him, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Principal Sun, farewell in July, Principal Sun still looks very good!" The

silver-robed old man smiled.

But in the tone, there is a playfulness, especially the particularly aggravated tone when mentioning "July 1st".

However, it obviously shows that the relationship between this old man and the principal of the seventh middle school is not as harmonious as it seems!

"Principal Gong Ming's spirit also looks good."

Hearing the silver-robed old man mention July, Sun Deyue's eyes were also slightly cold, and he responded without salt.

And Wu Yuan was sandwiched between the two, but his expression was helpless, and he quickly stepped forward to play the circle, and said, "Why is the palace principal here?" "

The silver-robed old man who spoke, named Gong Ming.

Like Sun Deyue, he is also a principal-level figure in the Jiangbei martial arts education field, and the martial arts high school he leads has been in-for-tat with the seventh middle school for more than ten years.

And in the Tianjiao martial arts performance in July, the seventh middle school suffered a crushing defeat, the third middle school of martial arts!

"I naturally came for the [Tianjiao Camp Quota] prepared by Chairman Wu."

Gong Ming smiled slightly, proudly swept the side, Sun Deyue glanced, and said with a smile.

"Principal Wu, I remember you said that if there are particularly excellent students in each high school, those of us who are principals can recommend them and enter the Tianjiao camp directly, and there is such a thing in the final selection assessment, right?"

"There is such a thing..."

Wu Yuan was a little surprised.

He said this rule, but to achieve this condition, it is extremely harsh!

In the past few days, there have also been many students recommended by the principals of major high schools, but they were eventually rejected by Wu Yuan.

To truly pass Wu Yuan's assessment, at that time, there are only three extremely outstanding students who only need to participate in one more final selection assessment to enter the Tianjiao camp.

And these three are all from Jiangbei recognized as the first martial arts high school - Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School!

Moreover, those principals recommended students, they first sent people to send actual combat videos and combat records to Wu Yuan for preliminary review, and wait until Wu Yuan confirmed that it was okay.

will take the students and personally come to the door.

Otherwise, he couldn't even pass the preliminary trial, so he ran to the building of the Martial Arts Association to see Wu Yuan.

In case you refuse, it's a shame!

But now, Gong Ming came directly and mentioned this stubble.

To be clear is to send files, to send materials, and, with great confidence.

As long as you have seen this information and file, you will give the student the opportunity to interview!

Thinking of this, Wu Yuan couldn't help but be curious.

Sun Deyue next to him also frowned.

Just as before, during the placement assessment, the directors of the martial arts class of the seventh middle school discussed.

Although the Tianjiao martial arts performance in July, the seventh middle school lost to the third middle school, but Sun Deyue and the teachers of the martial arts class of the seventh middle school, although they felt the pressure, but after all, there was no pressure to the point that they were breathless.

After all, the two best Tianjiao among the seven did not participate in that Tianjiao martial arts exercise.

However, even the two Tianjiao who were the best in the seven were not so good that Sun Deyue could come to see Wu Yuan directly with the information so confidently!

Feeling the curiosity in Wu Yuan's eyes, and Sun Deyue's solemn gaze.

At the corner of Gong Ming's mouth, that smile is also more and more proud!

He smiled faintly and directly handed the file bag in his hand to Wu Yuan.

"Chairman Wu, let's take a look at this, the best teenager in our third middle school this year."

"Gongsun Xuan? One semester of high school, that is... Oh, a year ago achieved a martial artist, not bad, the current level of qi and blood ... Completion of a third-level martial artist? It's okay too, oh? Ever defeated a ferocious beast of the same level? Not bad..."

Fierce beasts of the same level are often one level higher in strength than warriors of the same level.

Gongsun Xuan was able to defeat ferocious beasts of the same level, obviously in terms of combat skills or exercises, he was much better than the excellent martial arts practitioners of the same age and level.

But such results are not so good that Wu Yuan feels amazing.

Sun Deyue next to him also raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Gong Ming, and he couldn't guess what kind of ghost he was doing as an old opponent.

Felt Sun Deyue's gaze.

Gong Ming smiled lightly: "Chairman Wu, Principal Sun, don't be in a hurry, look down." "

Oh?"

Wu Yuan's heart moved, and he continued to look, and further down, it was the details of Gongsun Xuan and the fierce beast of the same star when they fought each other.

"Huh!?"

When Wu Yuan's eyes lit up, he fell on that line of information.

Wu Yuan, Sun Deyue.

The eyes of the two were wide open, staring at the line of information, and their eyes were difficult to take away!