Sun Ningxuan and Sun Ning were shocked and hurriedly supported him: "An'er, what's wrong with you?"

This martial arts is too high, and it is not something that Sun Ang can reach now. His mental power is greatly damaged, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness is a little dim.

The headache was split, but the thirty-six styles were connected together, and the aura of looking down on the world was deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Although I can't do it now, as long as I keep working hard, one day, I will be able to have that momentum!"

Sun Ningxuan quickly took out the spiritual pill and fed him to take it. The two doors of the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy were already opened, and several disciples walked out: "New disciples who want to participate in the assessment are invited to come in and raise your waist sign to verify their identity."

Sun Ningxuan quickly helped Sun Ang up: "Get in quickly."

Sun Ningwei asked: "How are you?"

Sun Ang shook his head gently, endured the severe pain of the alarm clock and walked towards the door. But in his mind, he was constantly recalling the feeling of the thirty-six styles being connected into a line, and one move fell to the sky and the earth and changed color.

He came to the gate without realizing it. A student in front of him showed a sneer that was not easy to detect, and suddenly he quietly stretched out his feet on Sun Ang's leg.

Sun Ang staggered and looked a little embarrassed.

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter came, and the student who stretched out his feet also sneered.

Sun Ang frowned and looked at the place where the laughter came. Several people were standing, holding a joke. Several acquaintances were standing in the middle with Sun Ke, Bai Zimao on one side, and a young man Sun Ang didn't know on the other side.

But judging from his expression, Bai Zimao respected him very much.

He snorted coldly, and looked at the student who deliberately tripped him. He was dressed very simply and obviously from a poor family. He couldn't help but frown and asked coldly: "Why?"

The man was extremely arrogant: "No one, I just don't like you boy!"

The disciples of Tenglong Martial Arts Academy who were in charge of recruiting students were already urging: "Don't cause more trouble, come in quickly!"

Sun Ang went in calmly.

"Boy, you actually dare to come to Tenglong Martial Arts Academy. Let me see how I will kill you!" Bai Zimao said viciously as he passed by the three of them.

Sun Ang turned his head and Sun Ke looked at him with a sneer.

This time, there were more than 60 students who were preparing to be admitted to the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy. After they all went in, Sun Ke couldn't help asking: "Senior Brother Bai, what are the people you arranged?"

Bai Zimao was full of confidence: "Junior sister, don't worry, Song Guran is a smart person. He is the best among the poor disciples of this class. However, he understands that martial arts practice without additional resources are not enough to rely on the little things distributed by the Martial Arts Academy every month.

If their poor disciples want to make a name for themselves, they must rely on us. Otherwise, no matter how good the qualifications are, they will be at the most life lamp realm. So he will definitely work very hard and make Sun Ang in a mess!"

Sun Ke nodded with satisfaction: "Then I'm relieved, but don't be able to kill me. I'll let that kid enter the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy. Let's torture him slowly in the future!"

"That's of course!"

The young man next to Sun Ke said lightly: "If you play, don't make a living, it's hard to explain."

In his eyes, Sun Ang was just a teasing object without any power to fight back. The reason why he reminded him was that he was afraid that he would be troublesome to deal with it in the future.

...

Sun Ang followed the disciples of the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy and came to a huge hall. A middle-aged warrior sat behind the table like an ancient bell, his eyes swept across everyone, like an iron stick drinking the blood of the enemy, sweeping across everyone's heart.

Woo--

Everyone seemed to hear a whistle, and they all lowered their heads by the eyes, not daring to look at him.

What a terrible strength!

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, as if he was satisfied with everyone's reaction, and then he picked up a stack of paper from the table and threw it to the disciples on the side: "I, Tenglong Martial Arts Academy, never collects waste! The first assessment is insight. Look at how many changes are found in this move.

Only if you can see more than three things will you pass the test.”

After the test paper was sent, Sun Ang saw that this was a boxing technique. Other disciples immediately got stuck in the way and thought hard. However, Sun Ang had a split headache at this moment, and the sequelae left behind by the thirty-six statues of martial gods just now had not yet dissipated. The elixir that Sun Ning chose to take him was sometimes used to treat meridian injuries, which was not the right symptom.

He sat in his seat and rubbed his temples in pain.

This scene fell into the eyes of the powerful middle-aged examiner above, but it undoubtedly became a sign of Sun Ang's headache in the face of exam questions.

The middle-aged examiner was displeased, snorted coldly, and secretly angry: "Looking at the sight of being a family, those aristocratic families have to find ways to get away with it every year, stuff some waste in it, and lower the overall quality of our Tenglong Martial Arts Academy. It is really hateful!"

He glared at Sun Ang again, extremely dissatisfied: I can't even see three changes, I'm such a useless idiot.

At this glance, his momentum came over, and Sun Ang suddenly felt that the air around him became sticky and his breathing was not smooth.

He looked up in surprise, just in time to meet the fierce look of the middle-aged examiner. He really didn't understand how he offended this strong man.

Finally, his head didn't hurt so much, so Sun Ang began to carefully analyze this boxing technique.

But the sequelae was serious, and he still couldn't really concentrate.

When the bell rang and time ran out, Sun Ang finally barely made up three changes and handed over them.

The middle-aged examiner checked one by one, and the disciples on one side reported their grades loudly.

"Chen Zan, four changes."

"Su Minghai, four changes."

"Qiao Lei, five changes!"

Everyone yelled in a low voice, and there was indeed a genius among the poor families.

"Sun Ang..."

Everyone saw it, and everyone had heard that Sun Ang was the only child of aristocratic family this time.

"Three changes!"

"Wow..." The booed, and the poor disciples gloated: "It turned out to be a waste, and it was so great that the Sun family boasted about."

"Hmph, not all the children of aristocratic families are like this? If you have a little talent, the family will not be able to help you praise them, and you will be said to be ten percent of the money at all!"

"Yes, our poor family doesn't have such good luck. No one can help to praise him. He is obviously talented and can only be unknown!"

The worst of the results will be read one by one, of course, three changes are the ones, and Sun Ang was helplessly at the bottom.

"Song Guran, six changes!"

Everyone exclaimed, but soon calmed down: "Brother Gu Ran is the most talented among us, and it is not surprising that he has this result."

"Yes, Brother Gu Ran, I'm convinced. He doesn't have to be poor in geniuses in those aristocratic families. It's a pity that he is in a poor family."

"Hmph, it's not just not bad. It's much better than the so-called genius Sun Ang, twice as good as Sun Ang!"

The middle-aged examiner snorted coldly, and the voices of discussion disappeared immediately. He pronounced the last person's name: "Ryuki Mianye, five and a half changes."

A strong boy sitting at the back scratched his head unwillingly. There was not enough time, otherwise he would have been able to deduce six changes.

But if he loses, he loses, and he is very calm.

This result caused a small burst of exclamations.

Song Guran has long been famous among poor disciples. No matter how outstanding he is, everyone is mentally prepared. However, Long Jianye has never heard of this before, and he did not expect that he has the ability to challenge Song Guran!

The middle-aged examiner waved and said, "Everyone has passed the test! But you all remember that in Tenglong Martial Arts Academy, all disciples treat each other equally. Don't think that you are so noble that you are from a noble family. You can't pass the assessment. I will never let you in!"

He said, glaring at Sun Ang viciously.

Sun Ang still had a headache now and had no energy to pay attention to the sarcasm of these people.

"Okay, go to the second exam room."

The disciples took everyone away. As soon as they went out, they saw Sun Ke and the other two standing outside, looking at Sun Ang with a smile.

Bai Zimao sneered and said, "Isn't this the super genius of Anhuai Sun's family? Why did he finish the last grade? He has turned from a genius back to a waste? Hahaha."

Sun Ang glanced at the three of them indifferently and said, "So, what should be a person that even I, a waste, cannot defeat?"

"You! Being arrogant!" Bai Zimao was furious, and Sun Ke's face on the side looked extremely ugly.

Sun Ang smiled, his smile full of contempt: "Rareless? Bai Zimao, your reprimanding tone is too much of a treat."

Bai Zimao was so angry that he was about to rush up on the spot, but was coldly stopped by the disciples: "Junior Brother Bai, it's important! If you disturb the college's enrollment, I'm afraid even Uncle Bai will not be able to protect you!"

Bai Zimao relied on my support and did not take the warnings of several ordinary senior brothers seriously, but the magnificent middle-aged examiner inside came out and just looked at Bai Zimao coldly, and immediately made him hide aside as if he saw a cat.

"Song Guran, come here."

After receiving the call, a hint of joy flashed in Song Guran's eyes. He came to the middle-aged examiner cautiously and respectfully, saying, "Hello respect the teacher."

The middle-aged examiner threw him a jade plaque: "After the exam, take the time to come to Wushan Pavilion to see me."

"As for the order!" Song Guran still couldn't suppress the jade token and shivered with excitement.

The middle-aged examiner left proudly, and the disciples behind were immediately excited and surrounded Song Guran in a swarm, congratulating: "Brother Song, it seems that Senior Zeng Xiong wants to take you as a personal disciple!"

"Brother Song has reached the sky in one step and is valued by Zeng Xiong, and he will definitely make great achievements in the future!"

There were endless sounds of flattery. On the way Sun Ang came, Sun Ningxuan also briefly mentioned some things about the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy. These mentors will also compete for their disciples with their own eyes during the assessment.

Being accepted as a personal disciple will have great benefits in the future.

Therefore, even Song Guran was extremely excited.

Bai Zimao, who was crushed by Sun Ang just now, looked at Sun Ang with some gloating pleasure: "The genius of the Sun family? Hey!"
Chapter completed!