Fang Jie didn't notice that Zhang Kuang's back was a bit lonely when he left. What he wants to know most now is why Xiang Qingniu only appeared in the martial arts arena now. And that daoist robe that looked a little bit embarrassed couldn't hide the fierce fight he had just had. To be honest, Fang Jie was really curious about Xiang Qingniu's cultivation. Originally, he thought that Xiang Qingniu was just a gangster who cheated on food and drink, but who knew that he had such a high status in Daozong
How can a Taoist who can sit on an equal footing with Xiao Zhenren be a waste
Fang Jie used to laugh at himself as a good-for-nothing who couldn't cultivate, but now this good-for-nothing makes a group of young men in brocade clothes jealous and resentful until their teeth itch. Since even he had such a change, Xiang Qingniu wouldn't be surprised if his cultivation was truly earth-shattering.
But this chubby Taoist seemed only interested in Fang Jie's test results, so he just said that I just wiped your ass for you and stopped talking. Fang Jie gave him a blank look and asked, "Are you really hoping that I won't be able to enter the Academy of Martial Arts?"
"yes!"
The fat Taoist smiled, humans and animals are harmless.
"Why?"
"Do you think it's fun to enter the Yanwu Academy? You have to live a boring life every day, except for the endless study or the endless study. Think about it, since then, you have no food and wine in your life for three years. What a painful thing it would be if there were no beauties? Little Fang Jie, can you hold back your tempting temperament? Although there are female students in the Academy of Martial Arts, you should think of those who can be admitted to the Academy of Martial Arts Are women still women..."
"Why is it so strange for the word woman to come out of your mouth?"
Fang Jie sarcastically said: "Put on this Taoist robe, the magic power has increased greatly, the cultivation base has greatly increased, and the face has become a lot stronger. Now you mention the word "woman" and your tongue is not tied. Stop talking to me, hurry up and say What the hell did you go for?"
Xiang Qingniu stared at Fang Jie and said earnestly: "You fucking lack the minimum respect for a Taoist virtuous person, if you speak foul words again, believe it or not, I will go to Dean Zhou right now and ask him to fire you ?”
Snapped!
Fang Jie kicked Xiang Qingniu's ass, and didn't bother to answer.
"Damn it, if someone dared to kick Lao Tzu's ass in Qingle Mountain, he would have been caught by my second nephew who was in charge of punishment, hanged up and beaten.
Snapped!
Fang Jie kicked again, more forcefully.
"Hurry up and tell me why you went there just now, don't say get out."
"Can't you ask me?"
"Say or go?"
Xiang Qingniu had no temper with Fang Jie, so he leaned over and rubbed Fang Jie's shoulder and said with a flattering smile, "Have you got candy on me? If you are in a hurry, you will feel a little panicked."
Fang Jie understood. He took out a pack of candy from his cuff and threw it over. Xiang Qingniu took it and quickly opened it, squeezed one out and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he smiled contentedly: "My The terrific and messed-up second nephew found Fozong, but he accidentally fell into the trap set by that bald donkey. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might have come to you to beg for candy. Mushed meat."
Fang Jie imagined the scene of a puddle of meat paste reaching out to ask him for candy, and it was indeed a bit disgusting.
"I fell into someone's trap, but I didn't find that person in the end, right?"
"Of course not. My second nephew's natural eyesight, coupled with the ability of Mr. Chu Zhuo, the Ouchi bodyguard, even if that disciple of the Buddhist sect could turn into a bird, he would not be able to fly out of the high walls of Chang'an. He has been found If I hadn't been thinking about seeing if you were eliminated, I would have followed you to watch the fun."
Fang Jie curled his lips and said, "Do you need me to say thank you?"
Xiang Qingniu said: "You're welcome."
"Get out."
Fang Jie cursed, and lay down on the grass to rest. Looking at his appearance, Xiang Qingniu knew that the previous exam must be quite satisfactory, so he smirked a few times: "How about it, is there any hope of getting into the top three?"
Fang Jie didn't answer, and asked after a moment of silence: "Fatty, tell me, is the Buddhist sect, the most powerful sect in the world, really invincible?"
"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"
"Want to know."
"Not necessarily. You also know that the power of the Buddha Sect is all over the world, except for our Tai Sui. Of course, you are so smart that you should have already thought that since the Buddha Sect allows the existence of a country that does not respect them in the Sui Dynasty, it is already It proves that Fozong is not truly invincible. If Fozong is really strong enough to have no scruples, how could there be a Great Sui that has stood firm for more than a hundred years and is getting stronger? Besides, don’t forget that there is Daozong in Daozong , The guy named Dalun Mingwang in Daxue Mountain Dalun Temple has four disciples, who are known as the Four Great Heavenly Venerables of Buddhism. My senior brother is the leader of Daoist Daozong in Sui Dynasty. There are also four incompetent disciples under him, who are weaker than the four disciples of King Naming."
Fang Jie nodded and said three words.
"I hope."
"Damn it, are you from the Sui Dynasty? Why are you so virtuous? Do you think my Taoist sect is inferior to that of the Buddhist sect?"
Xiang Qingniu asked angrily.
"I?"
Fang Jie was stunned for a moment, and asked himself in his heart: Am I from the Sui Dynasty? It should be... sort of.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Xiang Qingniu was about to ridicule him when he heard the sound of a gong in the distance. It was the professor of the Academy of Martial Arts reminding the candidates that the last test was about to begin. Xiang Qingniu glared at Fang Jie and said: "Forget it, I don't care about you right now. You go to the exam first. I am one of the invigilators for the last exam. For the sake of Candy just now, I will help you a little bit later." That's it."
"Thanks."
Fang Jie was very polite to Xiang Qingniu.
Xiang Qingniu was startled, and asked embarrassingly: "Shouldn't you be humble? Then proudly say that you don't need help from others, and you need to rely on your own strength to get high scores?"
"Then you are talking about a gentleman, and your eyes look like a gentleman to me?"
Fang asked.
Xiang Qingniu nodded in relief and said, "Even if you look at you through your ass, you are definitely not a gentleman."
"admire!"
Fang Jie clasped his fists together.
"polite!"
Xiang Qingniu returned the gift.
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As expected, the last item of assessment was personal martial arts. The Academy of Martial Arts has already arranged the candidates for the battle. Thousands of candidates gathered in the Martial Arts Field and started the competition at the same time. score.
There is no doubt that this is a cruel assessment.
Apart from the fact that the opponents he met in the first round were arranged in advance by the Academy of Martial Arts, what kind of opponents he would encounter from the second round was full of unknowns. Moreover, the ones who can finish the first round of the competition first are definitely the best of the best. This is not good news for Fang Jie, who cannot practice.
In terms of team battles, candidates from the army are well-trained. It can be said that in one-on-one contests, those children from aristocratic families who have been taught by famous teachers since childhood are obviously better. And Fang Jie is sure that as soon as he wins the first round of competition, someone will come to challenge him. On this occasion today, countless people want to take advantage of the final competition to trample themselves under their feet. Especially those sons of famous families, even if they did badly in the exam before, as long as they knocked him down and abused them, they would undoubtedly become heroes among the children of the aristocratic family immediately.
Even if, Fang Jie punched the famous Xie Fuyao away not long ago.
Just when Fang Jie was having a headache, the chubby Taoist Xiang Qingniu was also having a headache. Sitting on the dais of the school grounds, he looked at the dark and crowded candidates below, and couldn't help but said apologetically to himself: "Xiao Fang Jie Ah, it’s really not that I don’t want to help you. In this situation, I can’t help other people except that I can go to the professor of the Academy of Martial Arts and say something nice, and I picked a weak dish for you to play with in the first round of competition. From the second round onwards, it's up to you."
At the same time, among the crowd in the school field, Chenzhou Lu Fan looked at the name of his opponent, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
Oh shit!
Lu Fan cursed harshly, and then spat out bloody spit.
His opponent is Fang Jie.
He didn't know if it was bad luck or someone deliberately punished him. Not long ago, he was beaten twice in a row. First, the sneak attack party couldn't solve it, and was kicked away by the brigade leader named Zhang Kuang. Later, when they sought an alliance with Cui Pingzhou Pei Chuxing, they were kicked away by Pei Chuxing again. Although the two attackers were sympathetic, he still suffered some injuries. And at the gate of the Martial Arts Field, he was easily blown by Jiangnan Xie Fuyao's Four Elephant Finger Spring Technique to seal the sea of Qi, and he was injured one after another. His current strength is not even half of his usual strength!
So fighting against Fang Jie was a nightmare for Lu Fan.
He has sneaked up on Fang Jie, that guy who stole the limelight will never show mercy!
Thinking of this, Lu Fan's face turned ugly as if he had eaten shit. He really didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and didn't dare to imagine how he would be tortured by that guy in the next test with Fang Jie. Originally, he was a little dismissive of the other party's solution. In his opinion, even if a deputy of the frontier army has some skills in liberal arts, how good can he be in martial arts
But when he saw Fang Jie blowing Xie Fuyao away with his fist, he knew he was completely wrong.
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Lu Fan was thinking with a headache, at this moment the gong sounded. The first round of assessment of the individual martial arts competition begins!
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Lu Fan looked at the boy standing in front of him, and swallowed hard.
"Brother Fang, that... hello."
Fang Jie clasped his fists and politely replied, "Very good, brother Lu, you are also good."
The corners of Lu Fan's mouth trembled and he said with a sneer: "It's actually not very good... You know, Brother Fang, I was injured not long ago, so I hope that Brother Fang will show mercy to you during the competition. Competition is not about life and death. In the duel, let's compare ourselves to gentlemen, so let's go to the end, okay?"
"OK."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "I like the gentleman's style of play the most."
"real?"
Lu Fan couldn't help asking in surprise.
"Of course it's true. Does Brother Lu think I'm not a gentleman?"
"Of course it is, of course it is. Brother Fang repays grievances with virtue. There is an old tradition, and Lu feels ashamed. Then... Brother Fang, please enlighten me... stop as soon as you click, stop as soon as you click."
Fang Jie nodded and said, "Understood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Jie stepped a little, his legs burst out with a strong force, and his body rushed out like a cannonball. Lu Fan didn't expect that Fang Jie was still talking politely one second ago, and was still talking with him about some point-to-point disputes between gentlemen, and the next second he rushed over so shamelessly and punched on his jaw.
This punch was so powerful that it almost knocked Lu Fan's mandible out of place.
What's even more exasperating is that Fang Jie was still muttering words when he punched.
When his fist hit Lu Fan's jaw, he said two words: "Click here."
After blowing Lu Fan away, he said two more words: "Stop."
Although the punch was heavy, Fang Jie didn't try his best. Now he finds that he can use the strength of his muscles proficiently, and he doesn't know how many times stronger than when he was in Fan Gu. This punch slapped Lu Fan all over his face, but didn't really hurt him. So Lu Fan got up very quickly, pointed at Fang Jie and cursed: "Shameless villain, didn't you just say it's over!"
"It is already."
Fang Jie spread his hands innocently and said, "Look, aren't you injured?"
Lu Fan glared at Fang Jie fiercely, just in time to see a proctor passing by, he immediately waved and said, "Proctor, proctor, I admit defeat."
The fat, young invigilator was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the tip of Lu Fan's nose and yelled angrily: "Admit defeat?! You're not ashamed, I'm ashamed, no!"
"No?"
Lu Fan was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "You're not allowed to admit defeat? What's the point of that!"
The fat invigilator said solemnly: "I am the invigilator, and if I say no, I don't allow it. This is the rule and this is the reason, understand?"
After saying this, he actually blinked at Fang Jie, and then said in a very low voice: "I can help you... that's all."
On the general stage, a professor pointed at Fang Jie and said in surprise: "It was beyond my expectation. I thought that the candidate named Fang Jie would finish the first round of competition very quickly. With his strength , defeating Lu Fan doesn't seem to be a difficult task. Besides, Lu Fan was injured before, so why is it so slow to solve it?"
"slow?"
Dean Zhou curled his lips and snorted coldly: "I guess he's too quick!"
"ah?"
The professor was puzzled, "Why?"
The corner of Dean Zhou's mouth twitched and said: "Haven't you ever thought that the faster you end the first round of the competition, the stronger the opponent you will face in the second round? And the slower the first round of competition ends, the second The weaker the opponent you face the next round. Fang Jie is deliberately delaying the time, he is waiting for those who can threaten him to choose their opponents for the second round."
The professor who asked the question couldn't help opening his mouth, and said in disbelief: "Is this a flexible use of tactics?"
Dean Zhou snorted and said, "You can directly understand it as shameless."