"Do you think this student's words make sense?" Feng Liu asked.

The students were silent again. They looked at me and I looked at you, and everyone had different expressions. Some were entangled, hesitated, and some people's eyes were bright. They whispered to each other, and gradually there were discussions.

One person has the same mind, hundreds of people have thousands of thoughts.

Most of the students present agreed with Tang Ning's words. The small number of people who were hesitant agreed emotionally, but were rationally afraid. When fighting and fighting, there will inevitably be damage, especially those with close cultivation. Once you start, it will be difficult to control it. It does not mean that the brain cannot control the body, but that it is a trick.

The power of monks' moves comes from the vital energy or spiritual power in their respective bodies. The damage and damage to the human body is far greater than that of swords, swords and even small guns in people's intuitive impressions. Many injuries cannot be seen on the outside, but the inside has long destroyed the human body's structure, and the internal organs of blood vessels and periosteum are damaged in a mess. The appearance is not damaged, and people have died. This kind of thing is often found in the world.

The martial arts families in the world prohibit the children of the same sect from fighting without authorization because they are afraid of various irreversible consequences. Of course, it is inevitable that monks will compete and compete in martial arts during the cultivation process, but they must have senior sect elders who have advanced skills to guard the scene.

In actual combat, the exchange of disciples completely ignores the lives of disciples. Most sects rarely recommend this practice, for fear of internal friction, especially those young disciples with high talent. If there is a sudden failure during the fight, not only will the future be ruined, but it will not be worth the loss for the sect families.

Everyone knows that the flowers cultivated in the greenhouse cannot go through the wind and rain, but there is no way. In the process of cultivating disciples, they implemented a very contradictory cultivation method, wanting to grow freely in the wild and wanting to protect themselves. This contradictory and conservative cultivation method of famous and upright schools has been going on for thousands of years.

The reason why the Demonic Taoism and the Evil Sect are powerful is that their disciples are in actual combat during training. After they become masters, almost every disciple has the ability to stroll in the world alone. They have seen blood, killed people, and knew what the matter of death is. They have become very strong in psychology and consciousness. Only then do they truly implement the concept of being in a world of trenches and burying ditches and placing cards on the road.

In the "eagle theory" that Tang Ning mentioned, there is a bit of the concept of cultivating disciples in the magic way. He advocates the ultimate way of cultivating.

Power is of course the best for all monks. Fear is also a normal mentality for people.

But in the end, the students present basically expressed their agreement with what Tang Ning said.

The strong ** overcomes fear. Young means you can have the right to be crazy. If you don’t be crazy or crazy, how can you be called youth?

Fengliu closed the fan and slammed it into the palm of his left hand. He looked around everyone present and nodded slowly, "I understand. Today is over. Everyone should be separated. Those who have not eaten should find a place to eat, and those who have enough should go home to sleep. Well, that's it, I'll do it first."

When he was a Tathagata, his rising figure flew past the students like a big bird.

But before he disappeared, the eyes he looked at Tang Ning and Mu Xiaodie at last had a different meaning, which seemed to be very meaningful, but it was also difficult to understand.

This man is indeed not reliable!

Tang Ning held his hand on his chest and thought so. There was a small round brand in his palm. It was slightly warm and smooth, and it should be made of warm jade. This brand was thrown by Fengliu's mentor when he crossed his head just now. It was full of strength and very fast. It seemed that only Tang Ning saw it and caught it. Even Luo Yifei, who had been supporting him, did not notice that Fengliu threw something over.

After estimating the time, it will be around nine o'clock now. The students will leave 66.

Tonight is so exciting. I guess many people can't sleep at night. The battle tonight will spread among the students in the Eagle's Nest tomorrow.

The students from the two elite classes were at the end. For a long time, the four elite classes were hostile to each other and disliked each other. But now the students from the two classes A and B were naturally together. The mentality of estrangement and opposition was still there, but they were temporarily thrown aside. Because of Tang Ning, the students from the two classes found a common topic.

Luo Tingting and Mu Xiaodie walked at the end, and they were just a girl, so they could only be with each other. They knew each other for many years, but walking together like tonight was a memory from many years ago.

After a distance from the team ahead, Luo Tingting almost wanted to speak, but didn't dare. Mu Xiaodie was half a head taller than her, and she had a strong aura, like a queen. Anyone who walked with her would be very stressed. Luo Tingting couldn't help it, so she deliberately walked a little slower and quietly turned her head to look at Mu Xiaodie. The words in her heart surged to her mouth, but before she could speak, Mu Xiaodie suddenly said, "Thank you."

"Ah?" Luo Tingting noticed that Mu Xiaodie's face was slightly red. Although it flashed like an illusion, it immediately replied to the cold face, but Luo Tingting was sure that her face had definitely turned red just now. What's more, her ears are still rosy, pink and crystal clear, and very attractive. The ears of girls are not only delicate but also extremely sensitive, and they can usually directly reflect the most real mentality deep in their hearts. She is shy, it's so rare!

Luo Tingting even forgot to continue walking, stood there and stared at Mu Xiaodie with wide eyes.

"I mean thank you for giving me this coat and I will give you back after washing it." Mu Xiaodie didn't look back, stood there and said this lightly, then raised her foot and continued walking.

"Oh, no, no, no." Luo Tingting, who was flattered, quickly caught up with her, completely forgot that she had once said behind her back that she was a tigress. Her red face was a little excited. She suddenly raised her hand and patted her forehead, and her big eyes rolled up. Damn, what did you mean to say just now?

The more I thought about it, the less I couldn't remember it. I walked in small steps, tilted my head, and pointed my fingers on my temples. I pouted and bulged my cheeks and wrinkled my nose. I obviously wanted to say something I just now, but I just couldn't remember it.

Mu Xiaodie's eyes never left the figure more than ten meters away in front. It seems that he no longer needs anyone to support him, but he is still very unstable when walking. It seems that he has struggled a little, but it should be no problem to go down the mountain... Well, it should be no problem, right?

Mu Xiaodie was not walking fast. If she was in normal times, she would be there, and no one would dare to step forward. This is respect for the elder sister and a display of her status. But tonight, the white-faced young men and other students of the elder sister received the voice-transmitted instructions from the elder sister, "Everyone goes in front, who dares to follow behind and break his legs." So no one dares to resist, and they all walk in front obediently.

She also had injuries on her body, not much less than Tang Ning. Tang Ning estimated this very accurately. But her external injuries were covered up by some special tricks. For example, her slender and seductive white legs, after experiencing such a fierce battle, could it be so white and tender, like milk?

She seems to care about everything, but she is still a girl. She loves beauty and pays attention to appearance, especially skin. This is her nature. She has a lot of bruises on her body, and there are large areas of purple on her arms and legs. This is so affecting her beauty. She definitely doesn't want outsiders to see this embarrassing and ugly look.

Concealing and enduring, she has worked harder than Tang Ning.

The group of people walking in front talked about Zhenghuan and asked Tang Ning a lot of things outside, as well as the life-and-death battle he had participated in. Tang Ning told them all the things he could say, without hiding them. They would have to face these things in the future, and it would have been better if they had known them.

After going down the mountain, the students from the elite class separated in groups of three or three. They all had their own villas.

Before leaving, Mu Xiaodie walked to Tang Ning, and the heights of the two looked almost the same. Because girls looked like they were 1.75 meters tall, girls looked taller than boys, especially those girls with thin waists, long legs, and great figures.

"Looking forward to fighting you next time."

“Each one another.”

The two looked at each other calmly, with a sense of fighting spirit that was equally matched, and also had a sense of appreciation and recognition for each other hidden in their eyes.

Having walked out for seven or eight meters, Mu Xiaodie suddenly stopped and turned around and asked Tang Ning, "If possible, can you tell me the sect you taught here before you came here?"

"Sanshou Gate, Plum Blosshou Gate!" Tang Ning said with a smile. Although he smiled ugly because of his injuries, he was very sincere.

"So, what you used to deal with me, Wing Chun, was the one you used to deal with?"

"Yes, Sanshou does not belong to any boxing faction. It is a unique fighting technique that integrates the essence of dozens of boxing techniques and absorbs the essence of dozens of boxing."

"Thanks."

Looking at the tall back that was gradually disappearing, Luo Yifei said to Tang Ning: "Do you think you are self-inflicting your family's fortune?"

"Not counting, it's meaningless to conceal it. I'll have to know sooner or later."

Luo Yifei stared at Tang Ning deeply, suddenly stretched out his hand, with a sincere smile on his face, "Welcome to join Class B."

Tang Ning also reached out and held it with him, "Then tomorrow?"

"Cancel. As you said, I have seen your performance today and we will fight again tomorrow, it doesn't make sense."

"Oh, thank you, to be honest, with my current appearance, tomorrow I will immediately surrender no matter who I fight with you or whom I will fight with."

Luo Yifei smiled and was about to turn around and leave, Tang Ning suddenly called him and handed him a small round sign, "Help me see what this is?"
Chapter completed!