Originally, I just wanted to come out to make a hatred, but I didn't expect to find anything else. After thinking about it, Zhang Nan thought about it and thought that he had to go back and discuss it with the mentors of the martial arts academy and let the old man wait for the old god. The exchange with the Southern Tang martial arts academy in three days must be taken seriously, otherwise something might happen.

Things in the world are unpredictable. When you want to find trouble, you are fine. Now you want to leave but you have something to come to the door.

"This gentleman, is Chu Yun from here?"

Someone next to him greeted Zhang Nan with a smile.

It was a man in his forties and he smiled a little funny.

Zhang Nan had noticed him when he was scanning before. Weishanling, a warrior from the third level, gathering energy at the eighth level, and his martial arts skills were all above the Great Practice.

"That's right." Zhang Nan glanced at the man's standard robe and asked back, "Are you a native of the Southern Tang Wuyuan?"

Wei Shanling nodded and smiled: "I have heard that the inner courtyard of your college has six subjects, and five of them are written tests. They are really tolerant of the candidates. The gentleman came here to watch it as soon as he entered the city. I believe he has also heard of the inner courtyard of my Nantang Wu Academy. At this time, he witnessed it with his own eyes, and I wonder what he thought?"

Zhang Nan was wearing obvious Chu Yun costume, and it was not surprising that the other party guessed his identity. Wei Shanling, as a member of the Southern Tang Wuyuan, made sense to show his own things. At this time, Zhang Nan was indifferent to finding trouble, but the other party took the initiative to give him a head, so he was embarrassed to not want it. Now he has just entered the third realm, so it is appropriate to practice in the third realm.

"Oh, it's just some teenage children, but they have made them experience such a terrible thing. Your institute is so cruel..." Zhang Nan lamented, recalling the teachings of Meng Xichuan, a famous educator of Chu Yun, with a look of heartache:

"Either kill someone or be killed, it's like a wild beast. When their parents see it, I'm afraid that my heart will hurt. Such a cruel way of assessment is simply tragic and inhumane. But what's even more terrifying is that there are people who talk about it and take pride in it. I don't know if such people are extremely dark in their minds or have been abused when they were young..."

Wei Shanling kept jumping on his forehead.

He was ready to argue and criticize the assessment method of the other party, but he still didn't expect that Zhang Nan would be so direct and his words were so mean.

The onlookers were used to seeing the inner court assessment, but Zhang Nan felt a little uncomfortable in his heartbroken speech. In particular, the person who said this was a "foreigner" from a great country of friendly countries, which made them feel like they had become barbarians.

Zhang Nanyue became more and more excited, and there were fewer and fewer onlookers. At the end of the speech, there were only a few warriors from the Southern Tang Wuyuan, including Wei Shanling, and none of them were left.

"Well, it seems that the people still have conscience." Zhang Nan was very pleased.

Wei Shanling was really angry, and the remaining warriors also turned blue. Even the two young men on the stage were extremely entangled and a little helpless.

"Stand right, lie down wrong." Wei Shanling stopped smiling and said with a dark face: "This is the rule of warriors for thousands of years, and it is not as unbearable as Mr. Zhang said!"

"We are talking about education, not about fighting warriors. Your words are the words of rough military men, and they cannot be regarded as a noble place." Zhang Nan still looked righteous, and the glory of educator Meng Xichuan was blooming.

Wei Shanling vomited blood in anger and said angrily: "Can you just write a few papers in the house like your courtyard to cultivate excellent warriors?"

"Of course, and a living warrior."

"You... you say too much, Wei is willing to learn the master's skills!" Wei Shanling said angrily: "We see the true example in our hands!"

"Okay, then let's talk casually." Zhang Nan looked very embarrassed.

The onlookers who were watching the fight left, but the two of them quarreled and debated here, which attracted many new onlookers. When they saw that they were about to take action, everyone became interested.

Although the fight on the ring was fierce before, they were all fighting between warriors in the second realm. As for the quarrel between Wei Shanling and Zhang Nan, others could hear that this was the mentor of the Martial Arts Academy of the two countries. It was not too big to watch the fun. The competition between the mentors of the two countries was undoubtedly more interesting than the ring.

Looking at the angry Wei Shanling, Zhang Nan really appreciated it a little.

Compared with the mentors of Chu Yun Martial Arts Academy, this mentor Nan Tang was obviously much more upright. He took action when he was disagreeable and did not pay attention to Zhang Nan's realm issues at all.

"In order to show respect, I only use the power of the Qi Gathering Realm." Even though I appreciate, I still cannot forget my personality. Zhang Nan deliberately reminded me.

Several onlookers were shocked, and the onlookers with more flexible minds also whispered, thinking that this person was a congenital strong man? However, Wei Shanling, as the person involved, only wanted to beat Zhang Nan at this time, and did not pay attention to what he said.

Zhang Nan was about to take action when a voice suddenly rang out among the crowd.

"Master? Haha, you're here. Huh? Are you going to fight with someone?"

When I turned my head and saw that it was Lin Qingqing, Leng Moxue and Leng Hu, and of course, the team's fan group was followed. It was just because of some special reasons that Li Zibu, who was the backbone, was not there.

Practicing martial arts is restrained. Zhang Nan has been on the street for most of the day, and Lin Qingqing and Leng Moxue cannot be stuck in the room all the time. Half a day has passed, and I have also come out for a walk.

Seeing these people, Zhang Nan suddenly felt a little bad, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Zhang Nan and Wei Shanling are already in a position, and the people nearby are leaving a clearing. Because they know that it is a fight between warriors in the third realm, the clearing is also relatively large. Lin Qingqing and others came over and saw that Zhang Nan was going to fight with others.

Everyone doesn't care about the reason at all, because Zhang Nan and others' actions are already topical enough.

"Are you going to fight with him?" Leng Hu was stunned at first, then looked contemptuous: "Do you still have some face?"

Leng Hu has now recognized that Zhang Nan's realm is very awesome, but because of his overly familiarity with the past, he really can't be awe of this so-called strong man. When he saw that he was going to fight against the "miscellaneous fish" in the third realm, Leng Hu even despised him even more.

Leng Moxue glanced at Wei Shanling and said, "The third realm is too bullying."

"That person is in the third realm." Lin Qingqing rolled up her sleeves: "Master, how can you do this kind of role? Let me do it."

The students of the martial arts academy followed also started to make excuses.

"Mr. Zhang, what is your identity? How can you fight with such a small character?"

"That's right, that's not good."

"Huh? Look at the clothes that man is wearing, it seems to be from the Southern Tang Wuyuan."

"Is that true? That's even more unreasonable, it affects diplomatic relations..."

Everyone was chattering, Zhang Nan was so depressed.

He finally realized something was wrong, his identity!

Who is Zhang Nan now? He defeated the peerless powerful man who dispersed the great monsters of the fifth level with one blow, the number one master in the Chu Yun Martial Arts Academy, and a big boss-level figure who is used by the decent villain to defend the situation. With such an existence, how can he fight a mere third level warrior? This is not a slap in the face, but a loss of face.

"Okay, okay, you should take a break." Leng Hu dragged Zhang Nan back: "Your apprentice has practiced well recently. No matter what disputes you have had before, just let her try her skills."

"Yes, Master, just look at me." Lin Qingqing tried it out with a leap.

"Just just have a simple discussion." Zhang Nanqiang argued. "And that man is very strong, and he is at the eighth level of Qi Gathering, so Qingqing may not be the opponent."

"Then I'll go." The cold snow path.

"Miss, you can practice your hands." Leng Hu had no objection to this, and only said to Zhang Nan: "But forget it, it's really not embarrassing enough."

"Sister Leng wants to fight too?" Lin Qingqing didn't want to give up this opponent, but she didn't want to compete with Leng Dexue, and suddenly a good idea came up. "Otherwise, let's take a rock-paper-scissor."

"Okay." Leng Moxue agreed and began to shoot rock-paper-scissor with Lin Qingqing.

Zhang Nan and Wei Shanling, the two original protagonists of the fight, were all ignored.

After glanced at Weishanling, which was trembling all over, Zhang Nan was filled with mixed feelings.

As a job like hatred, it is indeed more professional. But my opponent is mine. Don’t you do this, okay? I want to fight...

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ps: Two updates today, and tomorrow will explode. But that one, let me state the weakness, don’t expect too much, the explosion is just a symbolic...
Chapter completed!