The little fat man seemed to not care about what the people around him said. He looked at the protection on his body and felt that he would not be injured. Then he took out a half-man-high rotten wood from his storage ring. He thought it was his weapon. After taking out the rotten wood, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief, circulated his profound energy towards the instructor, and smashed it with a stick.
The people in the audience were quite shocked by the seemingly ordinary rotten wood that the fat man suddenly took out. They didn't expect that the fat man had taken out some valuable magic weapons before, but now he took out such a piece of wood with no mysterious power fluctuations.
However, when Long Xiangtian saw the rotten wood, his pupils suddenly shrank, because he found that the wooden stick in the fat man's hand had almost the same aura as his own "Fang Tian Stick", but his "Fang Tian Stick" felt stronger. It seemed that he would have to ask the fat man about the origin of the dead wood in his hand. Long Xiangtian had a vague feeling that he had underestimated the "Fang Tian Stick" before.
In a blink of an eye, the little fat boy had dropped his guard, and was grinning happily as if he had been reborn. I don't know what this kid was afraid of before. On the other hand, the mentor, who was at the intermediate level of the Profound Realm, sat on the ground at this time, his face turning pale and blue, as if he had suffered a great shock.
In fact, it was not strange, but this little fat guy was too abnormal. Not only did he have top martial arts skills, but he also had a group of top magic weapons to protect him. The instructor did not dare to use his Xuan Qi to protect himself, fearing that if the magic weapons on the little fat guy counterattacked, he would be unable to resist. So at this time, the instructor was just sitting on the ground to adjust his blood and qi, which was considered a strong physical strength of the instructor. If it were someone else, he might have been injured by now.
"This little fat guy is too perverted."
"What pervert? He's just a young master from a rich family. Judging from his appearance, he definitely doesn't have much strength. If he lost his magic weapons, I'm afraid he would be inferior to me. Just wait and see. He will definitely not pass the test with this trick."
The people in the audience were talking about the surprise that the fat boy had brought them. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some were confidently waiting for the fat boy to be disqualified. Unexpectedly, the red-haired instructor simply ignored the discussions of the people below and directly announced that the fat boy had passed the assessment and officially became a student of the Martial Arts Academy.
The man who had confidently said that the little fat boy would not pass the test immediately blushed with shame. His words were overturned, and he felt as if he had been slapped in the face. He then shouted in dissatisfaction: "This is unfair. The little fat boy obviously passed by luck with a magic weapon. How can a loser like him pass while I was eliminated? There must be some shady dealings in your martial arts academy..."
At this time, everyone finally understood the identity of this person. It turned out that he was a person who had been eliminated. He was probably jealous because he saw that the fat boy was admitted in this way.
Originally, the red-haired woman wanted to explain to everyone, but she didn't expect that the man became more and more excited as he spoke, and even at the end he seemed confident that no one would dare to do anything to him, and he even started to curse with foul language, completely ignoring the gloomy red-haired mentor.
"Destroy his cultivation and throw him out." The red-haired instructor gave up the idea of explaining to the people in the audience and ordered the instructors around him to throw him out. As for this man's family, as long as they are not as brainless as this man, they will not have the courage to offend the Martial Arts Academy.
After hearing what the red-haired woman said, the instructors around all rushed directly towards the man who was causing trouble. They were all teachers at the Martial Arts Academy, and this man's slandering of the Martial Arts Academy was like slandering them. How could they not be angry
The troublemaker immediately panicked after hearing the red-haired woman's words, and saw the mentor rushing towards him, still roaring hysterically: "You, you can't destroy my cultivation, you don't have the power, you can't..." But before he could finish shouting, he was knocked unconscious by the mentor and dragged out.
But at this time, no one sympathized with him. He was just a loser. There was no reason for failure, and no need for sympathy. Only Long Xiangtian shook his head secretly, thinking to himself: This kid is probably even less intelligent than the little fat man. He is still questioning the little fat man's strength. If that kid were to go on the field, he would not be able to control so many magic weapons, let alone attack like the little fat man.
However, what no one noticed was that when the troublemaker started to curse, Wenhao's face became extremely gloomy. This person was already on his death list.
After the little episode, the test continued normally. However, after the little fat man finished, he walked towards Long Xiangtian with a proud look on his face: "Look, boss, I'm awesome, right? I'm qualified to learn magic from you."
"You still rely on those magic weapons." Long Xiangtian directly ignored what the fat boy said about learning magic, and spread his hands to the fat boy and said.
"I, I..." The little fat boy thought that Long Xiangtian was unwilling to teach him because he relied on external forces to win, and then he wanted to explain, but he really didn't know how to explain, so he had to pout. However, he seemed to have made a great decision in his heart, thinking that next time I do this kind of thing, I will just not rely on these external forces, and it will hurt a little.
"By the way, little fatty, I see your weapon is very special, what's its origin?" Long Xiangtian mentioned the little fatty's rotten wood as if casually.
When the little fat boy heard Long Xiangtian asking him a question, he boasted to Long Xiangtian: "Let me tell you, don't look at the broken appearance of my rotten wood, actually it is..." Suddenly, the little fat boy seemed to remember something, and the excitement on his face dimmed: "Boss, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's because my dad doesn't allow me to tell others the origin of this stick. Even the literary giant doesn't know the origin of the stick." At the end, the little fat boy was afraid that Long Xiangtian would be unhappy, so he explained.
"It's okay, I just asked out of curiosity." Long Xiangtian said calmly on the surface, but in his heart, there was a huge wave. He knew that the fat boy's father must be a powerful person. Long Xiangtian even had a feeling that the fat boy's father was much stronger than the Tang Emperor. If such a powerful person treasured this piece of wood so much, then this piece of wood must not be an ordinary thing.
At this time, Long Xiangtian also decided to reduce the number of times he used the stick as much as possible. After all, his stick seemed to be more complete and precious than the fat man's. If it attracted the attention of the powerful, he might not have the strength to deal with them.