December 1st.

There was a heavy snowfall in the Imperial Capital just yesterday. The roads beside the Imperial Martial Arts Academy were covered with snow everywhere. The landmark buildings such as the Document Hall and the Gymnasium were also covered in snow, entering the harsh winter.

The gymnasium was peaceful and lively.

Otherwise, today is the official selection day for the president of the martial arts club of the Imperial Martial Arts Academy.

Imperial Martial Arts Academy, many members of the martial arts club were present. In addition to the martial arts masters who were performing tasks outside, the martial arts masters who assisted the military martial arts masters in killing demons in the demon space, the martial arts masters who were about to graduate in their junior and senior years, and the martial arts masters who were preparing for their post-graduation plans, the rest

Basically all the members of the martial arts club came.

The first and second floors of the gymnasium were full of students, and most of the third floor was also occupied.

If nothing else, they all came to witness the birth of the next martial arts club president.

Lobby.

The central arena was simply set up as a speaking platform.

Many staff members have already started to get busy.

In the crowd, Hong Meng, Shan Xin, Cheng Xi, Jiang Rou, and Lin Zhishui stood on one side.

Shan Xin looked at the sea of ​​people in front of him, his energy and blood were flowing out, and he was intimidated.

There was nothing we could do, there were too many people, but with the shock of the blood, they would really be squeezed to death.

Cheng Xi frowned and said, "Does Qin Mo really want to run for the next martial arts club president?"

"Among the club members who came today, several of them have terrifying qi and blood. I guess they are about to break through to the third level, right?"

Jiang Rou said angrily: "Cheng Xi, why are you so worried about Qin Mo? Let him suffer a little and kill his prestige."

Jiang Rou had a deep memory of Qin Mo being assaulted in the chest during the freshmen exam. She was still angry in her stomach. She came to watch the martial arts club president election today, and she wanted to see Qin Mo get beaten up all over his face.

In order to repay her for being attacked in the chest by Qin Mo.

Hong Meng glanced at Jiang Rou, his eyes full of the same look as a hero.

You are really not the only one who hates Qin Mo.

Hong Meng didn't want Qin Mo to be beaten to death. It was best to beat him violently, preferably in the face.

Shan Xin was about to speak when suddenly a wave of slogans sounded from the crowd——

"The cranes are croaking, and the chickens are standing tall!"

"Jiujiang, Jiujiang, longevity without borders!"

"Ma Chao, take the position of president, and I will be your illegitimate meal!"

"..."

Before the competition even started, various slogans came and went from the crowd, both men and women. The sickening voice came from a male martial artist, who said in a high-pitched and enchanting voice: "Gu Jiujiang, take down the president of the martial arts club, and I will grow old together with you."

"

Shan Xin glanced at the shouting male martial artist and thought to himself: He must have practiced the evil sword technique and passed away from the palace.

This voice has not only passed away from the womb, but has also begun to transform into a feminine voice.

The key is that I also like male martial arts masters.

Qin Mo, it’s all the fruits you sow.

…

Qin Mo stood in front of the crowd, said hello to Shan Xin, Cheng Xi and the others, and immediately began to observe several martial arts club members who ranked high in the voting.

There are a few whose qi and blood are obviously higher than his, almost reaching the third level.

Zhang Hexi, a young martial artist with a flat head and a white training suit in the front left, has the highest energy and blood. The legs exposed outside his shorts are as smooth as iron rods. The protruding meridians are also terrifying. His eyes are looking forward like gods.

The young martial artist Gu Jiujiang in the front right, wearing a light blue short-sleeved hemp shirt, is in the same league as Zhang Hexi, and is also the favorite to compete for the president of the martial arts club this time.

Qin Mo glanced at the two of them. Zhang Hexi and Gu Jiujiang were the biggest threats to him.

In the past few days, Qin Mo didn't wait in vain. He got to know his opponents a little, and also understood that in the election of martial arts club president, candidates were generally third-grade or below. Imperial Martial Arts Academy stipulated that the requirements for running for president of the martial arts club were from freshman to senior.

Third-year students and senior students are not included in the election of Wushu President because they are about to graduate and have limited energy.

From freshman to junior year, there are some Imperial Martials who can break through to the third level, but the number is definitely not many.

Moreover, after breaking through to the third level, martial arts masters generally rarely stay in school. They either enter the demon space or join military martial arts in advance to compete for the position of martial arts club president.

Generally speaking, martial arts clubs have third-level presidents, and those who break through after being elected.

Therefore, most of the candidates for the president of the martial arts club are in the second grade.

But there are differences in the second level. Some have just entered the second level, and some have entered the second level early. Their qi and blood are in the late second level, or even at the peak of the second level.

Qin Mo saw that the news on the official website was that the two martial arts students Zhang Heji and Gu Jiujiang who were in the late second grade were at the peak of the second grade.

Most of the rest are in the late second stage, and at least their qi and blood are much stronger than Qin Mo's.

After careful planning, it only took less than ten days for Qin Mo to break through to the second level.

It really depends on the energy and blood, but you can't tell how strong it is. Compared with the martial arts in the front position, there is no task advantage.

…

In front of the crowd.

Zhang Hexi's eyes never left Gu Jiujiang.

Gu Jiujiang's eyes did not leave Zhang Hexi's body.

There are many martial artists running for president, and more than one can finally get on the stage, but there is only one who can be president.

Zhang Hexi is bound to win.

Ancient Jiujiang was also bound to win.

As for other martial artists, the threat to them is not as great as the threat to each other.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and several martial artists pushed their way out of the crowd and stepped onto the podium.

Qin Mo's eyes moved, and he looked at the person in the middle of the crowd in surprise, who turned out to be Fang Youdao.

Fang Youdao is the president of Diwu Wu Club?

On the podium, Fang Youdao stood in front of the wooden platform, held up the microphone, and coughed dryly: "Quiet!"

This sound is combined with Qi and blood to intimidate.

Immediately, the gymnasium became quite quiet. Fang Youdao's qi and blood, which was between the third and fourth grades, were astonishingly intimidating.

Fang Youdao glanced at the crowd and saw Qin Mo. He nodded and continued: "Everyone, today's election of the president of the martial arts club will be hosted by me on behalf of the president temporarily."

Hosted temporarily on behalf of the president.

Qin Mo suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. Although Qin Mo didn't know much about the martial arts club, he didn't even know who the president was.

Fang Youdao paused and continued: "In this year's presidential candidate voting, a total of 6 people received more than 2,000 votes."

"The difference between the votes of the remaining candidates and the top six is ​​too big, so this year the Wushu Society will select the six president candidates who are ranked in the top six and compete for the position of president through martial arts."

"These six people are Zhang Hexi, Gu Jiujiang, Qin Mo, Ma Chao, Yang Fan, and He Ping."

"You six, stand up."

Suddenly, Qin Mo took three steps forward from the crowd, and the other five people also took a few steps forward.

Six people, standing under the ring.

Although the remaining voters who were not selected had already speculated on this, they were still not willing to accept it.

But no matter how unwilling they are, they have to accept the facts and can only return to the crowd sadly.

Qin Mo felt that the eyes of the martial arts masters in the entire gymnasium were gathered in their direction.

Fang Youdao held up the microphone and said: "Now, I announce that the final round of the martial arts club president election will start from now on."
Chapter completed!