World’s Best Martial Artist

When I saw Tang Feng, Fang Ping looked pained and muttered: “Why are you again!”

Is there no Instructor for Magic Martial?

This Big Lion has him everywhere!

Magic Martial’s Instructor is in sixth grade. There are 20 people, right?

A lot of fifth grade environment!

Why is Big Lion presiding over these things every time!

Tang Feng seems to have heard it, Yu Guang glanced at him, stepped to the front desk, opened the mouth and said: “This is Magic Martial, the second special training class is organized in a year!

The first time, fight for the glory of Magic Martial!

The second time, fight for the survival of mankind!”

“In a short time, two formations The special training class is also a precedent for Magic Martial, which also means that the situation is getting more and more critical!”

“The students who came to the special training class today, I think, all know what to face next.”

“Originally, it was not your second grade martial artist’s turn to go to Catacomb, but now, I have to prepare in advance!”

“Family, country, and world…the two fluttering words, Normally I heard it, I’m afraid I would laugh.

But nowadays…”

Tang Feng’s tone suddenly became high, “Today, we can say something frankly, my generation Martial artist, fight for the family, for the country, for the world!”

“Since ancient times, it is said that the great man is for the country and the people!”

“Yes Since the millennium, only the martial artist of the past century is worthy of these eight characters!”

At this moment, Tang Feng is no longer so cold, so serious, and so unkind…

“Martial artist, dare to fight, you must fight!”

“My Martial University martial artist, I have never been shy. Since the founding of Magic Martial, this year is just the 50th anniversary!

For 50 years, Magic Martial has killed 3 Grandmasters, 928 middle grade martial artists, and 512 third grade martial artists!”

“Every year, about 10 third grade students die. There are close to 20 middle grade martial artists. In 15 years, one Grandmaster was killed in battle!”

……

Fang Ping froze for a moment, Magic Martial… Have 3 Grandmasters died?

Moreover, the middle grade martial artist died so many?

martial artist, not an army.

Any middle three grades martial artist is the accumulation of countless resources, all are Heaven’s Chosen Child, all are outstanding people.

But Magic Martial, over the past 50 years, nearly a thousand middle grade martial artists have been killed!

“My Magic Martial, there is the Shrine of the Martyrs. The top floor of the School History Pavilion is where the Shrine of the Martyrs is.

Originally, I wanted to take you to see and see our ancestors. , Peers, throwing your head and blood, is it worth it!

But I thought about it, but in the end I didn’t choose to go to the School History Pavilion.

At this moment, you don’t understand. I don’t understand yet.

What I see are just names that can’t be remembered. Listening to me telling you how they used to be…”

“Now you, I’m not qualified to know yet, to remember them!”

“One day, when you think, why do you fight for, who you fight for…All of this, with the answer, you go again, you will You will know what the Martyrs’ Shrine is!”

“To fight Catacomb is the highest glory of martial artist!”

“My generation of martial artists, there is only a deadly battle. Do not surrender!”

“…”

Tang Feng’s voice was astounding.

Fang Ping everyone is silent.

“So, join the special training class today, and report to the death fight, with no heart to survive!

Can you do it?”

” Yes!”

Someone yelled, but Tang Feng sneered, indifferently said: “Maybe.”

Does today’s student really understand?

They don’t understand!

Today is solemnly vowed, I will fight to the death, undying will not return!

However, I really entered Catacomb, I really saw the war, and how many people are not willing to be cowardly, mankind, really have a future?

The previous game, the task… In Tang Feng’s view, it was really just pediatrics.

Without saying anything, Tang Feng was slightly exhausted, not physically, but mentally exhausted.

“Everyone knows the purpose of the special training class.”

“The special training class does not choose the monitor. To form an organizational system, at least, you must form your own team.

Martial artists have never existed independently.

You need a group of people who can deliver the back and support life and death. Comrades in arms.

The team of one hundred people is very conspicuous in Catacomb.

My suggestion to you is to form a team with less than 10 people.

The big team was broken up, and your respective teams should try their best to maintain a perfect organization, so that you can increase your chances of survival.”

Someone hearing this immediately said: “Teacher Tang, must you join the team? “

Tang Feng indifferently said: “Of course not, the meaning of the team is to believe in each other, you are forced to join, but drag the team.

You can act alone…but you have to remember Live, Catacomb, there are enemies everywhere.

Can you stay sleepless and stay vigilant?

Can you do it, will someone save your life if you are seriously injured?

When you feel that you can live at Catacomb by yourself, it doesn’t matter whether you have a team or not.

Grandmaster powerhouses, when you act, most of them are One person, they can do it, can you do it?”

The questioner silenced, Tang Feng continued: “The formation of a team is not done overnight. It does not mean that you have to find it in your class. You can find anyone, provided you think he can survive in Catacomb, even an ordinary person.

Of course, if an ordinary person brings Catacomb into Catacomb, it is a drag on yourself, courting death, and neither of us I will stop.

I suggest that you find some teammates with similar strengths, who can grow and improve together, so that they can last for a long time and form a tacit understanding.”

The first thing is finished. , Tang Feng talked about something else.

“In addition to the team’s choice, before entering Catacomb, we must deepen everyone’s in-depth understanding of Catacomb.

Starting tomorrow, every day from 7 to 8 pm, this hour, There is an Instructor for everyone to teach you courses about Catacomb.

Including Catacomb geography, Catacomb humanities, Catacomb biological species introduction, Catacomb valuable item introduction, mankind’s distribution in Catacomb…”

Fang Ping suddenly said: “Teacher, mankind has a stronghold in Catacomb?”

Tang Feng is uncomfortable seeing this kid. He doesn’t like this kind of bad guy, he always feels that he will be sold. Up count money!

Hearing Fang Ping’s question, Tang Feng hummed: “Nonsense, there is no stronghold, do you put the battlefield on the surface?

Every Catacomb entrance has a mankind stronghold!

Even, it’s City!

Of course, it is also a military town. Everything is built for war. In order to build these cities, mankind has paid countless prices.

However, there are very few such cities. Most of them are military camps and are stationed by troops.

There is one army inside and one outside. Both sides are stationed in rotation, so the garrisons you usually know are actually two. Team.”

In Magic City, in many places, there are teams stationed in the Military Department.

If the number of troops is determined based on the detection of the earth surface, China’s troops will be less than half.

Fang Ping curls his lips, ah, asks the sentence nothing more, huh, huh, he seems to have a clear nose?

Glanced at Zhao Lei on the side… Zhao Lei’s face was dark and looked towards Fang Ping, and his eyes were full of anger. Try to beat me again!

I didn’t look at him again, Fang Ping continued: “Does Catacomb have Sun?”

Tang Feng frowned: “I will ask you these questions later in class. I will just introduce you to Arrangements for coming down!”

This kid is a lot of nonsense. Didn’t you hear me say one hour every night from now on?

“Are there practical courses?”

“Fang Ping, shut up, listen to me!”

Tang Feng can’t stand him a little, you Will you die after I finish talking?

Tang Feng was a little speechless, sipped, and immediately said: “In addition to the one-hour practical course every day…cough cough, Catacomb knowledge explanation course, special training courses will also organize practical training, including survival training. “

“Extreme survival, the kind of survival on a deserted island?” Fang Ping once again asked.

“Get out!”

Tang Feng couldn’t bear it, and his angry nose burst into flames.

Fang Ping lightly sighed, I just tried to test your patience, and found out that you can’t do it.

He is sure that Big Lion will have no hope of Grandmaster in the short term.

This is also good, it means that I can catch up with him and beat him sooner or later.

I don’t have this kind of tolerance, so I am a Grandmaster.

Thinking about this in my heart, Fang Ping patted Zhao Lei’s shoulders, stepping away is about to go out.

Zhao Lei’s face was so dark that he couldn’t see it. Tang Feng was speechless when he saw it. After a while, he shouted: “Sit down, now from now on, without my permission, no inquiries are allowed!”

My own student is also useless, and was eaten to death by Fang Ping.

Tang Feng can’t remember how many times Zhao Lei’s face has been swollen in the past few months.

Fang Ping did not pretend, and continued to sit down.

Zhao Lei gnashing teeth, muffled: “Fang Ping, let’s not finish!”

“hehe, your Teacher bullies me again, I’m never finished with you.”

“You…”

“Don’t you, you, wait until you are on the second grade list to talk.”

Zhao Lei was so angry, I didn’t say anything, Fang Ping was right, I have to rely on my strength to speak!

When my strength surpassed Fang Ping, I had to beat this bastard into a pig’s head in front of the whole school… Maintain the pig head shape for a year!

Tang Feng’s ears are pointed, and the two of them have also heard their words.

I glanced at Zhao Lei helplessly, that little bastard is third grade, you enter the second grade peak, he may be the third grade peak, it seems that you will have to look at the pig’s head in the future.

“In the following courses of Catacomb general knowledge class, practical training class, survival class, there will be credit rewards for excellent results.

In addition to the rewards of assessment, every day, The special training class will also have 10 daily credit rewards…”

“Teacher, how do I get the rewards?”

Fang Ping really couldn’t hold back this time, he listens now When it comes to rewards, I feel itchy, really not deliberately looking for faults.

Tang Feng glared at him, but did not reprimand him this time, opened the mouth and said: “Daily rewards are given priority by the Instructor of the course of the day…”

“No Fair!”

Fang Ping immediately said: “I think this is unfair.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I… …I think it is possible for classmates to vote every day, and those with more votes get credit.”

Tang Feng gave him a surprised look, so democratic?

Other people are also a little surprised, Fang Ping said, everyone has a chance, then it has become a matter of popularity.

Whoever is popular is more likely to get the reward.

10 credits per day, not a small amount.

This special training class lasts for at least two months, which is at least 60 days, with a 600credit award!

Tang Feng thought for a while, and it seemed that it was not bad. Even if this kind of election is monopolized, it also means that there is a ruling student in the class. This is for the Catacomb war. Good thing.

As for Fang Ping… Tang Feng feels not very hopeful.

“Yes.”

Fang Ping hearing this geared up, Yang Xiaoman sitting in front turned and whispered: “Are you okay? Isn’t this just letting credit be given to others?

Chen Pengfei and their supporters are many…”

Fang Ping hummed: “Everything depends on the ability to speak. Tomorrow morning, I will find them one by one and have a good talk with them. Talk, don’t choose me, let’s wait and see!”

“As long as you get 50 people and the credits above 600, I will laugh at it!”

Fang Ping calculates for a while , Whispered: “Eight of you have to vote for me, 300 points a month, I will get 200 points, and the rest will be given to you.”

“Do you think you can really get it?”

Fu Changding asked in surprise. As for Fang Ping divided them into 8 people, only 100 credits a month, everyone thought it’s nothing.

You really have to rely on them, you’re welcome, unless Yang Xiaoman and Chen Yunxi use sexual entrapment, otherwise, don’t even think about a credit.

Whoever you vote for, they will not vote for these new students.

“Of course I can get it. Persuading 42 people is enough.”

Fang Ping finished the calculations, and said: “I will give me a copy of the list of students in the class. Mark me if you are popular.”

42 people, no need to beat everyone up.

Beat the souls of a few small teams, and that’s almost the case. Actually, the workload is not much.

Seeing that he is full of self-confidence, and a few people stop talking, Fang Ping can do the best. Everyone makes a little bit of money.

It doesn’t matter if it can’t be done.

The 9 of them teamed up, and sometimes they might not be able to get it. They still get one point.

……

Regardless of what they think, Tang Feng once again urged some matters and future arrangements.

On the first day, no formal class.

When the talk was dry, Tang Feng was about to leave, Fang Ping suddenly said: “Teacher, won’t you issue credit today?”

Tang Feng was taken aback. Fang Ping loudly said: “This is the beginning of the class. What you say does not count?”

Tang Feng was speechless, opened the mouth and said: “Forget it, vote now!”

“Hello everyone, my name is Fang Ping. I played in the Magic Martial exchange competition. I bleed for the school and won 10% of Capital Martial’s resources for the school. Next semester, we will have a lot of benefits!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked dumbfounded, is this okay?

Fang Ping knows that on the first day, everyone did not discuss and negotiate. Now the probability of voting is very high.

I pulled the other 8 freshmen, plus myself, 9 votes in hand, and showed a face, almost secure the first day’s credit.

In addition, I can also find out who is well-known and has a high support rate. You can tell by voting. Tomorrow… No, you can come to talk tonight!

Tang Feng didn’t care about this, he looked at the time and said: “Speed, 3 minutes to solve!”

Everyone had no choice but to start voting.

Fang Ping is still chanting: “My name is Fang Ping, I bleed for Magic Martial!”

Fu Changding has nothing to say, you are sure you have flowed Blood?

But Fang Ping stared at them, and several people didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, and they had to vote for him. On the first day, they didn’t expect to get credit.

Soon, the voting is over.

Tang Feng got the vote, turned it over, opened the mouth and said: “Fang Ping 16 votes, first, take credit by yourself!”

Leave this statement , Tang Feng left directly.

Fang Ping hurriedly stepped forward and got the voting results, ready to go back and have a look, and talk to someone by the way.

Looking at his busy look, Fu Changding sighed: “I knew it was good. He runs faster than anyone else.

Usually you let him say a word , He feels tired.

This guy…is not saved.”

Chen Yunxi whispered: “It may be related to his poverty…”

Fu Changding rolled the eyes, poverty?

I am also poor, do you support me?

Fang Ping is still in poverty!

How much did he sell just for pill!

four-five ten million!

In addition to the mission gains, Fang Ping has earned more than half a year, at least five ten million upwards. This is called poverty?

If this is still poor, does Martial University have rich people?

Without answering this question, Fu Changding changed the subject and said: “From tomorrow, I will be officially exposed to everything about Catacomb. I feel a little excited thinking about it…”

“You guys, let me first I went back.”

As he was talking, Fang Ping came back, said hello, and left quickly.

Seeing him walking in a hurry, Chen Yunxi couldn’t help but said: “He…won’t really want to find someone else?”

Several people looked at each other, and then Fu Changding Xiao Runway: “Still stunned, go to the show!”

Fang Ping, this guy, will definitely not let such a big advantage go by. There is a good show here!

Everyone also reacted and followed along, and Fang Ping in front had already taken out his wooden box from the storage cabinet, carrying the wooden box and quickly walked to the entrance of the teaching building.

Look at this posture, you have to block the door!

Fu Changding is stunned by all the people, nearly a hundred people, you dare to block!

This is not a group of non-martial artists, nor are they new freshmen who just started school. They are all second grade martial artists. What is this not for death?

Tang Songting is also muttered: “Is it all popular now?”

Qin Fengqing of Martial Arts Society is dead every day, provoking Zhang Yu of the fourth grade every day.

Fu Changding also died, but at any rate he was honest after being beaten once.

It’s good now, Fang Ping, who is usually quite practical, has also begun to die.

“Is this the true meaning of becoming stronger?”

Tang Songting is meditating, does he die when he becomes stronger, or do he become stronger after he becomes stronger?

This logical sequence should be dealt with by yourself.