Everyone thought that he and Zhao Xingqiao had that kind of relationship, but it wasn't true. Zhao Xingqiao was his loyal friend.

"How was the exam?"

Ma Qiangang couldn't help asking.

Zhao Xingqiao said indifferently: "It's just like that! He reached the fifteenth level, but he couldn't get through."

Ma Qiangang waited for a while and couldn't help but complain, "Don't you ask me either?"

Zhao Xingqiao's eyes were filled with smiles and said lightly: "Ma Qiangang, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. I believe that you can also reach the fifteenth level like me, but you will definitely not be able to pass it."

Ma Qiangang smiled and did not explain.

If he fails to make a breakthrough in the 13th battle, Yasna, who has the strength of a level ten warrior, may not be able to pass it.

Zhao Xingqiao should be the only person in this world who knows his true strength, but because the little horse "fished alone in the cold river", Zhao Xingqiao's estimate of his strength is always slightly higher.

Xiao Maer said to Zhao Xingqiao: "I don't know if we can go to Tianchan Temple University!"

Zhao Xingqiao said lightly: "If we can't go to Taikoo High School this year, no one will be admitted to Tianchan Temple and Kunlun Sword Immortal Academy."

Zhao Xingqiao dares to say this because she is the nominal number one in Swire High School.

First in liberal arts, first in martial arts, first in practical combat!

In addition to light skills...

Zhao Xingqiao has never beaten Xiaomaer in light skills.

Ma Qiangang likes Zhao Xingqiao very much, and this kind of rustling momentum.

Of course, it's not the inner liking.

The two of them sat in the teahouse, sometimes chatting, but most of them didn't say anything. They stayed for an afternoon before leaving shoulder to shoulder.

Xiao Maer followed Zhao Xingqiao back to this guy's home.

That's right!

He has lived at Zhao Xingqiao's home this week.

Zhao Xingqiao's parents are businessmen, and the business is said to be very big and never happens all year round. Anyway, Ma Qiangang has never seen Zhao Xingqiao's parents.

Zhao Xingqiao has always lived alone.

Her home has long become Ma Qiangang's "secret base", and many things are placed in this guy's home.

For example, the magnetic skateboard that Bai Qian lost to him.

Ma Qiangang entered the room and went to see this "baby" as soon as possible.

Although magnetic skateboards are not expensive, any basic style can start at 100,000 yuan.

Ma Qiangang is particularly obsessed with the feeling of flying into the sky, but only the Martial Saint can fly in the air. If ordinary people want to soar in the air, their martial arts are no longer reliable and they can only rely on technology.

Among them, magnetic skateboards are the most popular technology product and the cheapest flying tool.

The little horse groped for a while and suddenly said, "I want to take a magnetic skateboard to go to Dijing from Boyang City!"

Zhao Xingqiao shrugged his shoulders beautifully and did not make any comments.

The girl with long hair changed into a casual home dress when she got home and threw away her clothes that were damaged during the exam due to the battle.

Zhao Xingqiao, dressed in light green home clothes, went straight into the kitchen.

As long as she lives at Zhao Xingqiao's home, she will cook for Ma Qiangang.

Although Xiao Ma'er's super high charm value seems to have lost its effect in front of this elegant girl, the talent of the Ruan Rice Wizard is still available.

Ma Qiangang put the skateboard back to its original place, lay lazily on the sofa, turned on the TV, and chose a program casually.

The TV of this era is the most similar household appliances to the earth he lived in his previous life, except for the different principles.

The TV shows a match of the Sky Martial Arts Conference qualifiers.

Today, martial arts is king in the world, and martial arts competitions are surging and prevailing.

There are now six major international events.

The Sky Martial Arts Conference is the largest international martial arts event, known as the Civilian Martial Arts Conference. The only limitation on contestants is that previous champions are not allowed to participate.

In addition, it allows anyone to register and also allows players to participate anonymously, without limiting qualifications and identity review. There are generous bonuses for every game, and the bonus for the championship is even more generous and unimaginable.

When Ma Qiangang was a child, he dreamed that one day he would set foot on Sky Island and become the highly anticipated king of martial arts.

But he soon realized that even if he was talented, he needed to have the best martial arts skills, decades of hard practice, rich resources, expert guidance, and countless battles to accumulate experience before he could reach the peak of martial arts.

What kind of dreams are he a student?

"The strength of both Wu Hao is very average!"

Ma Qiangang looked at it for a while and then complained.

If you want to become the champion of the Sky Martial Arts Conference and win the title of King of Martial Arts, the worst thing is the Martial Saint level.

There have been many wars at the God of War.

If it weren't for this world, there were only a few martial gods, either they had won the championship long ago, or they were completely uninterested in such competitions, and low-level warriors had no chance at all.

Most martial artists at the Wuhao level only need to fight for several matches, and only pay for the appearance fee.

There are even many warriors and even martial artists who sign up for the competition every year. Although most of the first rounds of the tournament, it is still very satisfying to get a performance fee of several thousand yuan.

This pair of Wu Hao is the kind of guy who is not very strong for the appearance fee.

Zhao Xingqiao brought out two plates of scallion noodles, put one in front of Ma Qiangang, and said lightly: "You are not Wu Hao yet!"

Xiao Ma'er shouted in a spirit: "I will definitely become Wu Hao in college."

Zhao Xingqiao was not as evil as Ma Qiangang. He sat at the dining table in a regular manner, eating noodles, and said lightly: "I also believe that I will definitely become Wu Hao."

That day... I was so excited.

Of course, Ma Qiangang believed that Zhao Xingqiao could become Wu Hao.

Graduating from college only requires a Class 4 and Level 6 warrior certificate. You can get a Level 13 warrior certificate in the third year of high school, and the martial arts examination is only slightly inferior to the level 11. Zhao Xingqiao is definitely a genius among geniuses.

You should know that Situ Weiwei, a top student who graduated from the First Police Academy of the Empire, was strict with herself and repeatedly made breakthroughs in martial arts. Now she is only a Level 13 certified warrior.

Needless to say, Ma Daqiang can knock him down three by one.

Ma Qiangang quickly swept away a plate of scallion noodles, walked over, took away half of Zhao Xingqiao, and put it there.

Zhao Xingqiao is responsible for cooking and he is responsible for washing dishes.

After all, the wizard of soft rice can only be taken care of.

Ma Qiangang poured out the remaining noodles of Zhao Xingqiao, cleaned the plates and pots, took two cans of drinks, handed them to Zhao Xingqiao, opened one can himself, and continued to stay in front of the TV to watch the Sky Martial Arts Conference.

"What are you going to do during the summer vacation?"
Chapter completed!