"Fourth, you're here, come here quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You are the last to arrive, so you can only be the fourth child. Brother Meng's father is a martial artist of the Golden Dragon Army who came out of here. From now on, we will all listen to Brother Meng in different dimensions."

Before Hong Meng could speak, Ma Cunshan and another candidate quickly introduced themselves to Qin Mo who was standing at the door.

Popularize dormitory culture to Qin Mo.

They didn't have any ill intentions, they just wanted to unify their thoughts in the dormitory. After all, Hong Meng's father was a martial arts master of the Golden Dragon Army and knew this place thoroughly. They were all newbies. It was their first time to enter a different dimension, so they had to follow Hong Meng's arrangements.

It should.

He who is capable is great.

Qin Mo smiled, took off his black backpack and put it on the bed, and came to Hong Meng: "Brother Meng?"

Seeing that Qin Mo was so sensible, Ma Cunshan and another classmate breathed a sigh of relief, and any worry in their hearts disappeared.

They were also worried that Qin Mo was arrogant and unwilling to follow Hong Meng.

Seeing Qin Mo being so humble, Ma Cunshan felt a little embarrassed: "Brother, if you don't want to be the fourth child, I'll let you be the second child. I can be the fourth child too."

Another candidate also said: "Yes, in short, Brother Meng, we have to listen to Brother Meng."

There was complete silence in Hong Meng's ears, and he could not hear any words spoken by Ma Cunshan and another candidate. Looking at Qin Mo who was so close, Zhang Wei's magic voice echoed in his mind again: "His physical test data

better than you."

"His grades in cultural classes are also better than yours."

"He is more talented than you."

"He wrote a quatrain poem."

"He became the top scholar in liberal arts."

"..."

Hong Meng shuddered and tried to shake off the nightmare-like demonic sound in his ears. He suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Why is it you?"

Qin Mo put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile: "I just said that we are destined, are you right, Brother Meng?"

Do they know each other?

Ma Cunshan and the examinee next to him looked at each other in surprise, seeing incredible expressions on each other's faces.

but

Why does it seem that something is not quite right?

Brother Meng, why do you look a little scared of this fourth child?

It can't be done. I am a fierce brother in society. My father is a martial artist of the Golden Dragon Army, and his energy and blood are not weak. How can I see the fourth child like a mouse seeing a cat?

At the same time, Hong Meng was thinking hard while trying to get rid of the shadow Qin Mo left in his heart:

This is a different-dimensional space, not an examination room.

So what if he is so talented?

So what if his physical test values ​​are good?

In terms of combat effectiveness, how can he, a literary master, be better than me?

During the initial physical test, his vitality and physique were higher than mine, but his strength and speed were not as good as mine.

At first glance, the Yuan skills he has learned are very average, and his training is not very good either.

In a different dimension, what matters is actual combat skills and combat effectiveness. Why should I be afraid of him?

Besides, I have two younger brothers.

If we really fight, we'll fight three against one, and we can manipulate him as we please!

If he didn't fight back and hit him gently, it would be fine even if the instructor found out.

If you dare to fight back, it's a fight. Even if you beat the instructor hard, there's nothing to say.

Thinking of this, Brother Meng looked at Qin Mo coldly and said in a threatening tone: "Qin Mo, this is not Jincheng. Do you think I am still afraid of you here?"

"In terms of combat ability, you are definitely not as good as me!"

"Ma Cunshan and You Changhong are both listening to my instructions. If we really fight, the three of us will beat you up."

"Today, you have to recognize this boss, whether you recognize him or not!"

"Brother Meng, you have to shout even if you shout, and you have to shout even if you don't!"

Hong Meng raised his chest and raised his head with great vigor, trying to stand on the same level as Qin Mo.

He originally wanted to say that if Qin Mo didn't offend him, they could practice their own way and develop peacefully.

However, the shadow that Qin Mo left in his heart was too serious. If he didn't deal with Qin Mo, the shadow in his heart would never be removed, and it would easily become a demonic obstacle.

Once the demonic barrier is over, it will be difficult for a martial artist to succeed in practicing martial arts.

Every time I break through a realm and go into seclusion, all I think about is that you are not as good as others, you are not as good as this, you are not as good as that, and you have to break through.

Just die.

Faced with Hong Meng's harsh words, Qin Mo asked: "What if I don't admit it."

"No, no, you're going to make a fool of yourself today. Let me give you a beating to let out the demon in my heart."

"Otherwise, my martial arts will be trapped by you for the rest of my life."

Hong Meng gritted his teeth and said!

He knew that Qin Mo might not give in. If he didn't, he would give him a good beating today.

As long as the demonic barrier is broken, Hong Meng no longer has to think about Qin Mo's mind being filled with great demonic sounds.

"You want to beat me?"

"Yes!" Hong Meng clenched his fist and responded loudly and firmly.

Qin Mo came to Hong Meng with a smile, took his hand out of his pocket, took Hong Meng's hand, and said softly: "Just punch me in the face, I have a handsome face."

"After my palace exam, the city lord personally summoned me and sent me into the demon space. After actual combat training, I will go back and resume my life."

"Beat me, your dad will be laid off at the speed of light, believe it or not!"

Hong Meng's heart skipped a beat and his legs trembled.

He tried hard to pull his hand away, but Qin Mo moved his hand to his head: "Or hit him here."

"On the day of the imperial examination, after my quatrain poems, quatrain words, and articles handed down from ancient times were published, the sage of the country personally wrote the "Inscription on the Humble Room" and praised me for being a "talented person" and "writing like a god". If you hit me, I will immediately lose my ability.

Do you believe it or not that you can never write an article if you hold a pen?"

"Come on, beat me up."

Qin Mo's roar shook him, and for a moment, Hong Meng's head buzzed and exploded. He could no longer take a breath in his chest, his face became extremely pale, and his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

At this moment, Qin Mo was like a ghost.

Qin Mo looked at Hong Meng who was paralyzed on the ground with satisfaction: "Will you still beat me?"

"I don't dare anymore."

"Am I still your obstacle?"

"Yes or no!"

Ma Cunshan and You Changhong looked on stunned, this, this is okay?

The two looked at each other and immediately said to Qin Mo: "Brother."

Qin Mo ignored them and shouted at Hong Meng: "A man can bend and stretch. It doesn't matter if he loses. You can't lose with momentum."

Hong Meng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Can you speak like that?

Try it, find someone as cheap as you to be so angry with you, you will be more cruel than me.

But he didn't say anything. He stood up silently and dusted himself off.

You can't fight, you can't hide.

That's it, accept your fate.

Qin Mo was very satisfied with Hong Meng's current attitude. Suddenly something occurred to him and he asked confusedly: "By the way, where is Zhang Wei?"

In my impression, Zhang Wei and Hong Meng have a very good relationship.

Every time he teased Hong Meng, Zhang Wei would whisper in Hong Meng's ear to help him calm down.

Hong Meng came alone this time and didn't see Zhang Wei. It shouldn't have happened.

Hong Meng was silent for a moment and then said: "He can't come."

Can't come?

Injured while practicing martial arts?

Couldn't he have been beaten?

Hong Meng looked a little guilty. Could it be that he was beaten and Hong Meng didn't have time to help?

Probably.

Qin Mo didn't think much about it.

Jingle Bell

Qin Mo took out the clothes from his backpack and laid out the mattress. Before he could take a sip of water, the alarm bell suddenly sounded with a deafening sound.

Hong Meng's expression immediately changed, he stood up and said hurriedly: "Let's gather. We must gather within five minutes, otherwise we won't have food to eat tonight."
Chapter completed!