Long Xiangtian just walked straight in, but halfway through he suddenly thought of a problem. He had no idea which direction to go. The entire martial arts academy was so big, who knew where the next test would be.
Long Xiangtian originally wanted to find someone to ask, but for some reason there were really no one around. Just when Long Xiangtian was about to go back and ask the old man, he suddenly saw the little fat man who passed by first squatting on the side of the road muttering something, and then hope was ignited.
"You are here to take part in the freshman assessment, right?" Long Xiangtian walked towards the little fat boy and asked as friendly as possible.
Who knew that after the little fat boy saw Long Xiangtian, his eyes suddenly burst into light, and he asked with surprise: "You must be an old student, do you know where the next level of the freshman assessment is? I have been looking for it for a long time and can't find it." At last, the little fat boy even said pitifully.
Long Xiangtian's face twitched when he saw the little fat boy looking aggrieved. He didn't expect that the little fat boy was the first to come in and still hasn't found a seat. He didn't know whether the place for the freshman assessment was too secretive or whether the little fat boy had something wrong with his brain.
However, Long Xiangtian really had no way to deal with such a fat boy, so he had to spread his hands and said, "You are wrong. My name is Long Xiangtian, and I am also a freshman. It's just that I don't know where the assessment is. Seeing that you came in first, I thought you would know."
"I... I can't help it. I'm just stupid." The little fat guy didn't seem to care about the fact that he was stupid at all. Instead, he spoke very calmly. However, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, so he said, "Oh, by the way, my name is Mu Zixiang, and I'm from the Mu family in Beihuang. Let me tell you, don't think that our Beihuang is desolate. In fact, there are many delicious foods. Next time you come to Beihuang, remember to come and find me."
Long Xiangtian was a little speechless. Why did this little fat boy like to introduce food to others so much? But he was right. If he didn’t like to eat so much, he wouldn’t be so fat.
"Brother Long, why don't you give me some advice? How do you think we should get to the place where the freshmen assessment is held?" Mu Zixiang had a bitter face and looked constipated.
"Didn't you ask someone for directions?" Long Xiangtian was curious why the little fat man didn't ask someone for directions.
"I looked for them, but they thought I was dirty and they couldn't even hide from me." Mu Zixiang said somewhat aggrievedly.
It was only then that Long Xiangtian discovered that Mu Zixiang's body was covered with greasy marks, even as greasy as the old man at the door. It was likely that the first thing this kid did when he came in was not to look for a meeting place but to go somewhere to eat. The grease was probably smeared on his body.
"Hey, Brother Long, don't look at me like that. Aren't you not much better than me?" Mu Zixiang looked at Long Xiangtian with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Hmm?" Long Xiangtian remembered that there was nothing on his body, but when the fat man said that, Long Xiangtian subconsciously looked at his body and found that it was all greasy. Long Xiangtian understood that the old man must have smeared it on his body when he was at the door.
Long Xiangtian now understood why everyone had looked disgusted when the old man tested their strength and age. Some girls even looked as if they were dying. He was not at the front of the line but was already so dirty. The people before him were probably even worse than him.
However, Long Xiangtian was wrong this time. In fact, other people's sleeves were just a little dirty at most, but Long Xiangtian's situation was special. His whole body was covered with oil, as if he had smeared oil all over himself after eating.
It was not possible to keep waiting here, so Long Xiangtian had to ask the little fat man: "Little fat man, how about we go back and ask?"
"My name is Mu Zixiang, not Little Fatty. I won't go back, it's too embarrassing. How about we wait here, someone I know might come soon, and we'll follow him." Mu Zixiang seemed quite dissatisfied with Long Xiangtian calling him Little Fatty, but he was not really unhappy. Maybe he felt a little uncomfortable with being called that.
Before Long Xiangtian could reject Mu Zixiang's proposal, Mu Zixiang jumped up excitedly, pointed behind Long Xiangtian and said, "Look, I said someone would come. I know this guy. He is also here to take the exam. We just need to follow him."
Long Xiangtian turned his head and looked behind him, and found a man of stunning beauty. Yes, stunning beauty, with delicate facial features as if they were carved. Even judging by his facial features alone, many women who mistakenly think they are beauties would feel inferior. If it weren't for his clothes and protruding Adam's apple that proved his gender, Long Xiangtian would have thought he was a woman.
What's even more weird is that this man has his hair loose, his clothes are messy, and his eyes are filled with a hint of evil, just like a bohemian young man.
"Wen Mang!" the little fat man shouted and rushed towards the man.
The man was stunned for a moment when he heard the little fat man's voice, and looked around privately in panic. When he saw that it was the little fat man who called him, he directly threw the fan in his hand towards the little fat man. There was mysterious energy attached to the fan, and it was obviously very powerful.
The man yelled angrily, "Fatty, I told you to call me Wenhao when you're outside!" Wenhao didn't know if he had offended his father when he was a child, and he ended up with such a name. Just because of this name, he was ridiculed a lot since he was a child. He also tried to ask his father to change his name, but he was almost beaten to death by his father, so he had to give up. This time, he escaped from his father's control and changed his name.
Long Xiangtian was standing nearby and was a little surprised. He was not only surprised by the fight between the two people, but also by the fact that this charming man was actually called Wen Mang. This made Long Xiangtian want to laugh.
“I’ve told you not to call me fatso, Wen... Wenhao, how about you take me to the assessment place and I’ll never call you Wenmang in front of others again?” Mu Zixiang took the fan that Wenhao threw at him. He wanted to argue with him for a while, but suddenly remembered that he still wanted him to take him to the assessment place, so his tone softened.
"Really?" Wen Hao was still a little unsure.
"I swear on a roast chicken." Mu Zixiang made an oath that he thought was quite serious.
If someone else said this to him, Wenhao would definitely tell him to get lost, but this little fat guy couldn't be viewed from a normal perspective. Roasting chicken was probably more important than practicing, so Wenhao believed him.
Suddenly, Wen Hao saw Long Xiangtian behind the fat boy, and suddenly said with a fierce look on his face: "Is there anyone else? It seems that we have to kill him."