Chapter 85: The Junior Brother Who Has Already Thought Out the Script of Deceiving the Master and the Ancestor
"Test my quality?"
"That old man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks?"
Feng Mu keenly captured the key information revealed in Li Bashan's words, and was thoughtful.
"This script looks like they want to recruit me as a disciple, but I haven't shown my talent yet. What attracted Douqiong Martial Arts School? It can't be that the plaque happened to break when I walked in."
"It would be fine if you didn't vent your anger on me, but it looks like you're planning to take me in. How weird, how weird."
Feng Mu now understood that Douqiong Martial Arts School was different from other martial arts schools. Although the dojo had been renovated and there were various technological equipment to assist in practice in the main area outside, in fact, it still exuded an old-fashioned atmosphere.
Schools like the Canglong Martial Arts School actually treat their martial arts students as a business.
No matter whether you are an ordinary student, a senior student, or an inner-door student, it is essentially a business of paying for goods. There may be some emotions involved, but definitely not much.
But Douqiong Martial Arts School seems to be a little different, but it cannot be said to be completely different, because those students outside are indeed just doing business.
But the seven inside are completely different.
Although Li Bashan did not say it explicitly, his words and deeds clearly showed that he took his master's words as his guiding principle, and the expressions of the other people also seemed to agree with him.
Obviously, this is not the current transactional relationship between teachers and students, or between instructors and students.
Instead, it is closer to the old times, when master-disciple inheritance is a closer inheritance relationship than the blood relationship between father and son.
It's a master, not a teacher. The difference between the two words makes a world of difference! Feng Mu looked dull, but his mind was working quickly, calculating the pros and cons in his mind: "It seems there is nothing wrong with finding a master for my famous name [Feng Mu]?"
"Although my identity will bring some hindrances, this hindrance may not be useless. This [Douqiong Martial Arts School] looks quite impressive. Moreover, with the background of my master, my growth trajectory will have a credible endorsement, which will withstand future investigations."
"The most important thing is, I can achieve enlightenment with my father, so having more masters above me is no big deal."
"If [Douqiong Martial Arts School] is beneficial to me, I will play the role of a respectful and obedient disciple. But if it is harmful, I will switch to [Mask] in the future, and the director will slaughter the whole school, and I will be lucky enough to escape with just one person."
Feng Mu's mind raced, and he made a decision in his heart. He was ready to follow the arrangement of his "cheap master" and accept this "bad fate".
The people below naturally didn't know that in just these few seconds, all kinds of treasonous and disrespectful thoughts had already passed through the mind of the future junior brother standing on the stage.
"Have you picked the right person?" Li Bashan urged.
Feng Mu took a deep breath and realized that the assessment had already begun. Asking him to select people was a test of his vision and courage.
"The character I want to create now should be dull, taciturn, dull, paranoid, self-disciplined, and ruthless."
Feng Mu grunted, and his bloodshot eyes activated, looking at everyone.
There is no doubt that Li Bashan's health bar is the highest among everyone [2117/2117], which is almost 10 times his own health. He is simply a blood cow.
Hong Ya's health bar is the shortest [177/188], shorter than mine, and her health is not full. Could it be that she is also regularly bleeding herself, just like me?
The health bars of the other people varied in length. Although not as exaggerated as Li Bashan's, they were basically 2 to 5 times as much as his own.
Using the length of the health bar to measure a person's strength may be biased, but as an important reference, there is no problem.
Excluding the strongest and the weakest, Feng Mu pointed at the man who had beaten the Iron Man until he was covered in blood. The latter's health bar was 2.5 times that of his.
Li Bashan immediately said, "Old Four, go up and lend a hand, but be gentle."
The fourth brother was named Yuan Xidi. He stretched his neck when he heard this, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his narrow eyes. It was unknown whether he heard Li Bashan's instructions or not.
He strode towards the ring without treating the cut on his hand, letting the blood flow all over the ground.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage and stood there, Feng Mu felt a fierce aura coming towards him.
Momentum is something mysterious, but it is actually the most primitive instinct of life. It comes from deep in the genes and is the perception and fear of the lower end of the food chain towards the upper predators.
He senses that the other party is stronger than himself, and is afraid that the other party can easily kill and eat him.
This is an instinct that animals have. Humans have regressed in this regard due to technology, but some warriors can activate this instinct and are more sensitive than animals.
Just like Feng Mu now, because Yuan Xi did not hide anything at all, he once again smelled the strong smell of blood in the other party's aura.
That's the smell you get from killing countless of your own kind.
According to some superstitious beliefs, this person is haunted by the wronged souls and lingering resentment of his fellow dead.
Yuan Xidi licked the blood on the back of his hand sickly, and forced a smile to the junior apprentice brother who might join him: "Come on, don't be afraid, I'll let you attack first, and when you get tired, I'll take over."
Offstage, Hong Ya frowned and said worriedly, "Why did they pick the fourth senior brother? Apart from the eldest senior brother, the fourth senior brother is not the strongest."
Someone else interrupted: "But the fourth one must be the craziest one, he always likes to get covered in blood."
The one who spoke was Second Senior Sister Liu Xie, who had short hair, purple lips, and her hands folded across her chest. As she spoke, she seemed to recall something and licked her lips with her tongue.
"Master is interested in this girl called..." Liu Xie paused and looked at Hong Ya.
Hong Ya subconsciously shrank her neck, as if she was a little afraid of this second senior sister. She replied, "His name is Feng Mu. Master didn't say anything, he just told me that I have a connection with him."
Liu Xie smiled noncommittally: "Then you have to keep a close eye on him, lest he be accidentally beaten to death on the ring by the fourth brother, then this fate will be gone."
Old Wu Gongqi, who had a broken eyebrow and a black mole between his eyebrows, also came over and said indifferently, "If you kill him and bury him under a tree, isn't that also a kind of fate?"
Bang! The third brother, Zhao Zhixin, closed the door, completely blocking out the outside world.
He comforted Hongya, "If he was really beaten to death, we will help you bury the body, so that the master can't just blame you."
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Only the sixth brother, Wang Yu, said nothing from beginning to end, and just nodded.
Hong Ya's face turned dark. She knew that her senior brothers and sisters were teasing her, but she couldn't tell whether they were serious.
She could only look up to her senior brother as if asking for help.
Li Bashan ignored the bickering of his fellow junior brothers and sisters, as if nothing else could move him except eating.
He stared at the stage with burning eyes. Although his master Li Guishe often scolded him for being stupid, perhaps it was precisely because of this stupidity that he had a feeling that he was unreasonable.
His intuition told him that this junior fellow apprentice was by no means as weak and dull as he looked, and that there seemed to be something very deep hidden in him.
Li Bashan couldn't see that thing, but he was sure that his "junior brother" was definitely not ordinary. At least, he had killed people before.
Although the "Junior Brother" hid very deeply, when he was locked with murderous intent by the Fourth Junior Brother at close range, his body still instinctively showed a slight stress reaction.
He also responded with a faint, fleeting murderous intent.
Even though it only leaked for a moment and was very faint, the fourth junior brother standing opposite him did not notice it, but Li Bashan smelled it. It was... the murderous intent that could only be born from killing someone, and not just one person.
On the stage, Feng Mu didn't realize that he had revealed some of his secrets. He still had a dull look on his face, but his heart beat faster.
The evil iron in the stomach responded and was being digested quickly.
Feng Mu swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and stared at Yuan Xidi. To outsiders, his eyes seemed to be locking onto the enemy, revealing a fierce look.
"Wow, your eyesight is pretty good. At least you can still stand on the stage. You have enough courage." Zhao Zhixin joked with a smile.
However, only Feng Mu knew that he was not targeting the enemy, he was clearly looking at a box of stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets that were delivered to his door! Sacrificing a book by the great god, "Lord of Pro"
His name is Li Banfeng, Feng means mountain, not crazy. The doctor said he is not crazy.
In order to save his friend's life, he went to Platform 96, boarded the 1160 steam train, and came to Provins, which was still in the steam age.
He met his confidante in the old record player, the peerless beauty in the calendar, the swinging beauty in the old clock, and the hermit in the wine gourd.
Here there are food cultivators who become more powerful the more they eat, smoking cultivators who become stronger the more they smoke, martial arts cultivators who become more ruthless the more they kill, and alcohol cultivators who become more crazy the more they drink.
There are travelers who want to go everywhere, and there are stay-at-home people who don’t want to go anywhere.
There are hundreds of schools in the world, who can compete with me?
Provancius, who is the leader?
Ban Feng put on a suit, a top hat, picked up a feather duster, and asked seriously: Tell me, who is the Lord of Pro?
(End of this chapter)
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