The reception hall on the first floor is empty.

On the two rows of sofas, there was only one young man wearing a leopard-patterned suit, crossing his legs and holding a red wine glass, humming a little song leisurely, watching everything happening in front of the guesthouse.

When Wang Zhe flew in, the young man who looked a little slutty raised the wine glass in his hand politely, smiled and nodded.

After seeing him, Wang Zhe's eyes tightened. When he was outside the door just now, he didn't notice that there was such a perverted existence in the hall.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart, another old man who likes to pretend to be young.

The feeling this person gave Wang Zhe was as strong and deep as the feeling that the master of South China gave Wang Zhe, and it also had endless vicissitudes and loneliness in his eyes.

No matter how young they look, they cannot hide the deepest sense of vicissitudes of their eyes that have experienced endless years.

"This guy must at least have the strength of Wuzong at level 9. It seems that he should be the leader of Qingshan Martial Arts School this time."

Wang Zhe had a guess in his mind.

When the young general takes action, how could there be no veteran next to him? What if he meets those shameless team leaders and attacks these treasures from Qingshan Martial Arts School directly? There must be someone who can save the situation.

Wang Zhe was glad that fortunately his character was still relatively strong and he did not have the habit of bullying the small with the big one. Otherwise, if someone could not help but teach those boys a lesson just now, he would probably have to kneel down now.

As for the fact that he deliberately covered the soles of his shoes with bricks and stones to tease those students just now, Wang Zhe naturally ignored them. They were all irrelevant little things and were not worth mentioning.

Didn't you see someone raising a glass to me and telling me that I obviously didn't care.

As a master, you have to be so generous.

"Little brother, you are idle, you might as well come and go together!"

Hearing the greeting of the master master on the opposite side, Wang Zhe hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over.

Soldiers are against soldiers, generals are against generals. After safely sending the students to Dai Xing Guesthouse, the rest has nothing to do with him, the teacher who leads the team. He just needs Ansheng to watch the show next to him.

This is not a wild place, nor is it a trial place full of all kinds of monsters. There is no need to worry about the life and death of these children.

Because there is a supervisory officer in the custody office, no student has the opportunity to kill the lives of other students under the surveillance of the monitor.

"I've seen senior." Wang Zhe stepped forward and bowed to the other teacher, and asked at the same time: "What's the name of senior yet?"

"Ren Qingzhi." The leopard-print master leaned back, looked up at Wang Zhe, introduced himself, and said, "Young man is very good. He broke through to the level of a master at a young age. It's amazing."

Wang Zhe said modestly: "It's just a lucky person. He is not as knowledgeable as Senior Ren and has a deep cultivation."

"Senior, you're so polite." Ren Qingzhi waved his hand dissatisfiedly and said straight: "Call me, I look younger."

Wang Zhe's mouth twitched. When he was in Xichu City, the South China Grandmaster liked to pretend to be young and never forced others to call him brother. Unexpectedly, it was an eye-opener here.

Why do these old monster-level strong men with higher cultivation levels like to pretend to be young so much? They dress themselves up like flowers, even more sexy than the young people today.

"elder brother!"

The next second, Wang Zhe shouted without any hesitation, "Well, he looks very skilled in business, and there is no distortion or awkwardness."

"Hahaha, okay, my brother likes young people like you. They are smart and practical, much cute than the old man Zhu Huanan back then!"

Wang Zhe raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and sat down next to Ren Qingzhi, and asked curiously: "Why, Brother Ren knows our old principal?"

"It's not just about knowing each other, but also praying to each other back then."

Ren Qingzhi recalled kindly: "I was two years older than that boy. When I met, he had to call me brother. So, call me brother. If you don't suffer any loss, you will be the same generation as your old principal."

Wang Zhe was shocked.

Damn it, he is actually two years older than the master of South China. Wouldn’t this old man be over 160?

It's indeed an old dish.

"My brother in South China has found a treasure. It's really enviable that he has a young and promising young master like you." Ren Qingzhi looked at Wang Zhe carefully for a while and said, "A twenty-six-year-old martial arts master is not common even for the entire federal government."

"However, it's a pity to stay in a small town like Xichu City. If you don't have to go to the garrison office, we still lack a grade director at Qingshan Martial Arts School. I think you are quite suitable. Should you consider it?"

Wang Zhe was stunned.

I was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

I just said that he was sworn brother with the Master of South China, but when he turned around, he began to dig up the corners of his own brothers. Is this really good?

Why do you feel that Ren Qingzhi is a bit unreliable?

"Brother Ren is very loving, but I have no plans to withdraw from Xichu City yet. I can only let down Brother Ren's wishes."

Wang Zhe politely declined. He has received a lot of favor from the masters of South China over the years. How could he leave easily because of a little favor?

Moreover, it is too underestimated that a mere grade director wants to bribe him. At least he has to give up the position of principal to be sincere!

"It's a pity, so that's a pity." Ren Qingzhi nodded slightly and did not continue to recruit, as if he had just asked casually just now.

This is not surprising. With the current strength of their Qingshan Martial Arts School, although a young master like Wang Zhe can see him, he is only a second-level master after all. He is not the best among Qingshan Martial Arts School, and it is worth his stubbornness to stay.

Wang Zhe felt a little disappointed in an instant. If you want to keep a few more words, although I still won’t agree, I will at least feel very comfortable in my heart, right?

Ren Qingzhi once again turned his eyes to the guesthouse and said to Wang Zhe softly: "The graduates of this year of South China Martial Arts School seem to be a little bad. The highest cultivation level is only a level 4 martial artist. Oh, and there is also a level 5 martial artist contestant. Huh?"

Ren Qingzhi looked at An Sheng for a moment, and said in a confused voice: "It's really strange. How could the mental fluctuations on this little fat man be so clean? Could it be that he is wearing something to hide his breath?"

Ren Qingzhi soon noticed some abnormalities in An Sheng's body, and he did not sense any mental fluctuations that normal people should have in An Sheng's body.

This is almost impossible. As long as he is still alive, his brain is still running, even if he is a fool and lunatic, his mental fluctuations will not be silent.

But An Sheng is now in such a stagnant pool of mental state, which is extremely abnormal.

"This little fat man can come to participate in the annual arena competition of the guard office with less than the level of a martial artist. He must be different from ordinary people." Ren Qingzhi suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Zhe.

"You are so deliberately covering up the mental fluctuations on him, it is obvious that there is no silver here. Could it be that he is a spiritual master, right?"

Wang Zhe's heart thumped and he smiled bitterly and did not deny it: "Brother Ren is keen, I know that this little trick must be hidden from him... handsome guy like Brother Ren!"

The handsome guy said the words "There was a little cloudy" when Ren Qingzhi, who had heard an old word, was filled with sunshine in an instant. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his 37 hairstyle, and looked up at Wang Zhe with extreme satisfaction.

"You little guy, what are you talking nonsense? Although Brother Ren is indeed a bit handsome, it is not good for you to say it so bluntly. Remember, it's good to hide these words in your heart in the future."

Wang Zhe was powerless to complain.

It's really narcissistic.

He was a little confused. In front of an absolutely handsome guy like Wang Zhe who has no blind spots in all directions, how could Ren Qingzhi mistakenly think that he was also a handsome guy?

He is afraid that he has any misunderstandings about the word "Handsome"?

"Spiritual thought masters." Ren Qingzhi sighed softly: "It is hard to produce one out of a million. Our Qingshan Martial Arts School has only recruited more than a dozen people over the years, most of which are first-level spiritual thought masters, especially in this class of temples, there are only three third-level spiritual thought masters, which is really scarce."

"Since this little fat man has been qualified for this ring competition, and you have been concealed by secret treasures, your mental power cultivation must be at level 3 or level 4, right?"

Ren Qingzhi blinked his eyes and looked at Wang Zhe as if innocent, like a curious baby.

Wang Zhe pulled the corner of his mouth and suddenly felt a little regretful that he came to join in the fun. This unscrupulous master was obviously showing off his best skills in front of him.

There are three level 3 spiritual masters in a high school graduation class. Is this really scarce? This is simply rich, is it?

Wang Zhe naturally knew what Ansheng was. At his age, it was amazing to be able to cultivate his mental power to the level of a second-level spiritual mind master. Unexpectedly, there were three third-level spiritual mind masters in Qingshan Martial Arts School, which was completely incomparable.

Wang Zhe suddenly turned his head and looked at the six Aoyama students blocked at the door, feeling suspicious. Among these six people, there would be no level 3 spiritual master hidden in it, right?

If this is the case, wouldn’t Yang Fan and the others all have to stop?

In Wang Zhe's impression, his little cousin Yang Fan seemed to be only at the level of a third-level spiritual master. He originally wanted to use it as a killer weapon, so he wouldn't have lost his slaughter here, right?

Wang Zhe was a little worried because at this time, he had already seen that Yang Fan and the people from Qingshan Martial Arts School had already had a conflict and fought together. The fifth-level martial artist with the lowest cultivation level had his body like an arrow from the string, and he rushed towards Yang Fan's chest with a head-on attack.

"Enough!"

"I said that you are not my opponent, so you can't retreat quickly!"

Yang Fan suddenly shouted like a pretentious voice, and then something happened that Wang Zhe and Ren Qingzhi both were a little shocked and dropped their chins.

The fifth-level martial artist from Qingshan Martial Arts School actually obediently obediently obediently, shouted to surrender and save his life, and slipped back into their team in a daze.

What's the situation?

Wang Zhe was a little confused. Could it be that it was a mental attack? It didn't look like it. He didn't sense any obvious mental fluctuations. Instead, the martial arts will suddenly emanated from Yang Fan made him a little scared.

It seems a little different!

Compared with the martial arts will of others, Yang Fan's martial arts will seems to be more tenacious, sharp and imposing.

Could it be that he forced a martial artist to defeat the fifth-level martial arts confidence with this unique martial arts will alone, causing him to collapse and escape?

Next, seeing that the martial arts aura on Yao Chengbin was rapidly weakening and decreasing, Wang Zhe became more and more sure of his guess.

That is a sign of the collapse of martial arts confidence. His little cousin was so awesome that he forcibly defeated a warrior who was one level higher than his martial arts cultivation in the face of the frontal martial arts will.

Awesome!

Very awesome!

Ren Qingzhi put down his legs, his smile on his face was restrained, and his body suddenly sat upright, his eyes as if lightning were lightning, and he directly scanned Yang Fan's face.

When he saw Yang Fan's body suddenly emit an invisible aura that enveloped Zhong Dashan and others, Ren Qingzhi could no longer help but be surprised in his heart. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and exclaimed in surprise:

"This is the prototype of the field!"

"Only a strong man at the level of a master can understand and embody the realm of will. How could he, a small fourth-level martial artist, have it in advance?!"
Chapter completed!