Chapter 800 What's the Fire Against Me?

Several people looked at each other, not knowing what Qiao Yanmeng was going to do. They were all new arrivals, selected from various wealthy and noble families in neighboring countries, so how could they really be determined to learn martial arts?

"We've only been here for a month and we're not familiar with the place yet!" someone protested.

"Yeah, we've only been here for a short time, and you're already making things difficult for us. That's simply too much."

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Qiao Yanmeng sneered.

"Okay then, you all line up and each do standard push-ups for ten minutes, and I'll let you pass," she said jokingly.

Several people made excuses and shirked their responsibilities, and looked to Wei Lingfeng for help, hoping that he could open his mouth and help them.

Wei Lingfeng's face was already burning at this moment, and he lowered his head, refusing to raise it.

This was the result of his managing the Weiwu League, he produced a bunch of useless people who didn't even know the basic respect for their teachers.

"Get out!" Suddenly, Qiao Yanmeng stood up and shouted, "You can imagine how useless a person is who can't even do a prone pose. All of you should pack up your things and get out of here right now. The Weiwu League doesn't want this kind of crap!"

Her voice was cold and fast, and soon passed through the microphone and spread to every corner of the conference room.

Everyone was stunned, including several elders, who were simply dumbfounded.

Isn't this too bold?

It's okay to just curse at someone.

"Why are you cursing at us? Do you have any manners? How did we become trash?" Someone was not convinced and cursed loudly.

Without even raising her eyelids, Qiao Yanmeng pointed casually, "Take out that waste too."

Several bodyguards immediately took action, first driving away a few people on the stage, and then walked to the audience and carried out those who were still making a lot of noise.

Finally, the venue fell silent.

Qiao Yanmeng stood up and said word by word: "Everyone, the Weiwu League only needs people who truly love martial arts. Even if you don't have talent but are willing to work hard, we will do our best to teach you. But if you are just here to mess around, I'm sorry, there is no room for you here."

She paused for a moment and continued, "I'm putting this here. Come fight me if you don't agree."

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"Boss, how exactly do you want to test us?" He Xiao attentively brought Qiao Yanmeng a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and asked with a grin.

Qiao Yanmeng casually flipped through the table and found a piece of paper with a few lines of handwriting on it.

He Xiao took it and looked at it, his eyes widened, "Is it that simple?"

What Qiao Yanmeng meant was to conduct screening directly according to the assessment standards stipulated in the alliance rules.

These standards were formulated by several elders when the Weiwu League was first established, and are very authoritative.

"I am very fair. These assessment standards are classified in great detail. Everyone can check their own level and what standards they should meet. Those who fail to meet the standards will be fired."

Qiao Yanmeng picked up a date, took a bite, and found it bland, so she immediately lost interest.

He Xiao swallowed his saliva, looking embarrassed, "Then do I, do I also need to take the test?"

Qiao Yanmeng said calmly, "Of course."

"Ah? Boss, I am your most loyal sweetheart. How can you bear to chase me away? I know that I am not well-trained, but I have been working hard and have never slacked off!" He Xiao's face immediately fell and he pretended to cry.

"Don't worry, I have different testing standards for you." Qiao Yanmeng smiled sinisterly and clapped her hands outside.

The little kid ran in on his short legs, "Mommy, are you looking for something with the baby?"

Qiao Yanmeng acted like a big shot and waved his hands nonchalantly, "Go practice with your uncle He Xiao."

He Xiao couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Boss, are you serious? You want me to practice with Chenchen?!"

Qiao Yanmeng raised her eyebrows without commenting, "Why, do you look down on me?"

The little girl raised her head angrily and glared at He Xiao: "I'm very powerful!"

"Okay, okay, let's go. I'll give you three legs." It was obvious that he didn't take the child beside him seriously at all.

But soon...

"Hey, hey, hey, Chenchen, you can't kick me here... and you can't pull my ears, why don't you play by the rules, kid?" He Xiao was almost going crazy.

Don't underestimate Little Naitian because of his small stature. He has been learning from several elders for a long time. He can punch and kick, and is even better at using some crooked little tricks. They can really subdue him.

Qiao Yanmeng sat there eating melons and called a few deputy leaders to come over for a meeting.

"Alliance Leader Qiao, after that incident was made public, everyone was obviously very emotional. Some people even stopped training. What should we do?" A deputy alliance leader said worriedly.

"Yes, we have the same situation there, and some of them have even organized a group to hold a demonstration." Wei Lingfeng sighed, feeling a little ashamed, "Most of these people are from wealthy families, and they are all very rich. We don't dare to..."

"You don't dare, but I do." Qiao Yanmeng leaned lazily on her seat, tapping the table with her fingers, making a "tapping" sound.

"You ask them all to come over here, if you have any anger, you can vent it on me."