In the end, Long Xiangtian couldn't explain anymore, so he had to give up the idea. He thought that when the little fat boy understood that he was not an immortal, he would not be so stubborn anymore. When Mu Tianxiang saw that Long Xiangtian was silent, he thought that his sincerity touched him, and he was very happy. So he thought happily about how to please Long Xiangtian in the future and let him teach him his unique skills.
After a while, many more people came one after another. Until no one came for a long time, a group of middle-aged people in their thirties and forties came from nowhere. The leader was actually a woman with red hair. Judging from their identical uniforms, this group of people should be the instructors of the college.
The red-haired woman in the lead obviously had great authority among the teachers. She decisively directed the teachers to take the students to the venue. Afterwards, Long Xiangtian and his group were taken to a martial arts training platform.
After arriving, the red-haired woman said to the more than 100 people, "Since you can appear here, it means that you are stronger than those rubbish outside. But don't be happy. We at the Martial Arts Academy don't accept all kinds of people. If you can't pass our standards, you should still get out of here."
"By the way, let me remind you that less than half of you will be admitted. Try your best to prove that you are not useless."
After the red-haired woman finished her threatening words, a serious-looking instructor stood on the martial arts stage and said to the more than 100 people below the stage: "Come up one by one and fight with me. Don't worry about hurting me."
However, the more than 100 people in the audience fell silent at this time. No one wanted to be the first to come forward, and they all wanted others to test the instructor's ability. However, the red-haired female teacher was a little unhappy. She pointed at everyone and said, "Hurry up and go up. If you don't go up, go back."
Long Xiangtian was startled by the fierce look of the woman. He didn't know whether the woman wanted to scare him or was joking. However, Long Xiangtian didn't want to gamble with this matter. When he was about to be the first to step forward when he saw that no one was willing to do so, Mu Zixiang suddenly grabbed Long Xiangtian and said, "Boss Long, don't worry. Don't worry, the 'illiterate' kid will not miss this kind of opportunity to show off." As soon as the fat man was away from Wenhao, he was no longer called Wenhao Wenmang, but directly became an 'illiterate'.
Sure enough, as soon as the fat man finished speaking, he heard a sad sigh, which came from the literary giant: "Oh, forget it, let me do it." The literary giant looked up at the sky, as if he recalled something from the past that he didn't want to mention, but in the end he sighed and walked out slowly.
“Hurry up, or get out of here.” The red-haired woman seemed to have no interest in the literary giant’s affectation. Instead, she was annoyed by his wasting time.
Wen Hao was slightly stunned when he heard what his mentor said, and smiled gently, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze. He said to a pitiful and weak girl beside him: "Girl, can you help me take down the fan?" Then, regardless of whether the girl was willing or not, he stuffed the fan into the girl's arms and jumped onto the martial arts training platform. As for why he was so anxious, of course, he was afraid that if the mentor was really anxious, he would probably have a hard time in the future.
The girl who received the fan from Wenhao frowned, looking a little unhappy, but she didn't drop the fan out of politeness. Although she didn't care about the fan at all, the girls around who had been talking about Wenhao before were different. They envied and were jealous of the weak girl, and some even had stars in their eyes when they saw Wenhao's melancholy.
The writer stood on the stage and looked at the girls below who were vying for his favor, feeling quite proud. He thought it was the right decision to leave home this time. As for the performance of the girl whom he gave the fan, he also saw it, but he didn't care much. For him, the current situation was pretty good, and he didn't ask for too much. He just felt it was a pity that such a beautiful girl didn't like him.
The literary giant was so proud of himself that he was imagining his future life, but the group of ignorant girls below misunderstood that he didn't care about his enemies, and they became even more obsessed with him.
However, Wenhao did not stay stunned for too long. After all, he knew his job. He bowed slightly to the mentor in front of him and slapped out. It must be said that although Wenhao had been trying every means to attract the girls' attention, his strength was still quite strong, which could be seen from this palm.
Although Wenhao's palm does not seem to have much power on the surface, the secret of this palm is that it gathers the mysterious energy in his body into a ball, which will produce a sudden violent explosion when it is blasted out. If the enemy underestimates this palm, he will definitely pay a heavy price for his arrogance.
Of course, the instructor knew the true identity of the showy boy in front of him, so even though his cultivation was higher than his, he still did not underestimate him. Sure enough, even though the instructor was not careless, he was still knocked back several steps by the violent explosion.
"pass!"
The red-haired woman was also stunned when she saw Wen Hao so easily repel the teacher who entered the Xuan realm with one palm. After all, Wen Hao obviously did not use his true strength. In fact, someone with a background like Wen Hao would definitely be admitted, but he still had to go through the formalities.
Seeing that he had passed so easily, the literary giant suppressed his inner joy with all his strength. Instead, he smiled bitterly and walked off the stage with an appearance that he was hard to rival. It is conceivable that he once again won the hearts of many girls.
When Wen Hao passed by the girl who helped him hold the fan, the girl handed him the umbrella. But according to Wen Hao's mind, even though the girl didn't like him, how could he take back the things he gave to the girl? Then he said indifferently: "It's okay, I give it to you."
Unexpectedly, the girl was stunned for a moment and then accepted the fan, but she looked at Wen Hao with a resentful look and said to him with dissatisfaction: "Wen Lang, don't mess with girls anymore."
"Who are you?" Wen Hao was suddenly shocked by the girl's address to him. Didn't this girl dislike him? Why would she address him so intimately and look at him with such a sad look, coupled with her pale face that even looked a little pitiful, Wen Hao inexplicably felt a little guilty.
"Yu family of Beihuang, Yu Xunxue." After hearing what Wen Hao said, the woman's face obviously darkened a little, but she still said her name and then went up to the martial arts stage.
Unexpectedly, after hearing the woman's introduction, the writer stood there as if his soul had been struck hard, muttering: "Yu... Yu Xunxue..."