"Okay, that's great, you two come with me..." Deacon Wu was very excited after discovering two good prospects.
Although Wu Ming didn't know what Deacon Wu asked him to do, he thought it was a good thing.
Wu Ming and Zhang Xiaoqiang, one on the left and one on the right, followed Deacon Wu and walked towards the martial arts training ground.
Arriving at the school grounds, Deacon Wu turned on the light and shadow equipment and said earnestly: "You two, fight Teng Yun again, and Teng Yun Nine Transformations. I will record the video for you and send it to the Luo family.
If it doesn't attract attention, it depends on your luck."
The value of the Luo family's martial arts hall is to cultivate disciples with other surnames and add new blood to the Luo family.
Being accepted into the Luo family has always been a good opportunity for many Yanwu Hall disciples to fly up branches and become phoenixes. It also means whether they will eat meat or shit in the future.
And here, there is also a big difference.
For example, there is a big difference whether you enter the Luo family through an assessment, or whether you are recommended to join the Luo family, or whether the Luo family takes the initiative to invite you to join.
In the latter, the conditions for enjoyment are more relaxed and the slope of resources is greater.
The former's status is the same as that of a domestic slave. If he succeeds, he becomes a deacon with a foreign surname. If he fails, he will be a low-key person for the rest of his life.
Wu Ming joined the Luo family for resources, not just to be a dog.
In his heart, he and the Luo family should be mutually beneficial, rather than being humble and small, let alone following the crowd.
Therefore, the opportunity in front of you cannot be missed. Only by showing talents that are different from ordinary people can you get resources that are different from ordinary people.
"I'm ready." Wu Ming stood up straight. Although he was young, his magnanimity was not inferior to others.
Next to him, Zhang Xiaoqiang is much worse. Standing next to each other at the same age, one is a golden boy and the other is sorry for the audience. The gap is particularly obvious.
"Let's begin." Deacon Wu didn't say much and stood outside the court like a referee.
Wu Ming nodded slightly, and started with the Nine Transformations of Tengyun. Under the nine transformations, his shadow was everywhere in the school grounds covering an area of 1,000 meters.
The wind follows the person, and the shadow follows the wind. Wu Ming's figure is like soaring clouds and mist, and the changes are so strange that it is difficult to grasp.
With approval on his face, Deacon Wu controlled the light and shadow equipment and kept capturing Wu Ming.
Whenever something clever is used, the camera will be paused to leave a close-up, and he will keep muttering: "Such a good seedling, if the people of this tribe are not interested, I will eat the light and shadow machine."
Wu Ming fought the Tengyun Nine Transformations and Tengyun Hands for a full twenty minutes before he exhaled and stopped.
Reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Wu Ming smiled at Zhang Xiaoqiang and nodded before walking out of the range of the light and shadow instrument.
"Humph, I will never be worse than you." The kind smile fell in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, and it immediately became a show of force.
You can't afford to hurt a glass heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts are also different from ordinary people. He is much more sensitive than ordinary people and likes to think wildly.
He had a fighting spirit in his heart, and when it was Zhang Xiaoqiang's turn, he showed it in his moves.
You must know that the martial arts in the world of Swallowing Stars are not for physical fitness, but for competition.
As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang made a move, Wu Ming's eyes lit up.
Compared with his moves, Zhang Xiaoqiang's moves were as unstoppable as a duel. Although it was not perfect, it had some changes.
Wu Ming commented in his heart, if his move was 100 points, Zhang Xiaoqiang's first time was 80 points, and now it is at least 90 points.
The extra 10 points does not mean that Zhang Xiaoqiang has improved, but that he has exerted his own momentum, and the warrior must move forward.
"I see that Zhang Xiaoqiang is very energetic and wants to surpass you!" Outside the court, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang who was playing vigorously, Deacon Wu said to Wu Ming with a smile.
Wu Ming shook his head slightly. From the beginning to the end, he never regarded Zhang Xiaoqiang as an imaginary enemy. The only person he could pursue in the martial arts path was Luo Feng.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is a genius, and Luo Feng is the genius among geniuses, and he is the kind who has already risen.
12-year-old warrior, 16-year-old general, 22-year-old war god, 36-year-old satellite-level, 50-year-old planet-level
You know, at the beginning of Luo Feng's rise, there were not so many martial arts techniques on the earth, let alone so many resources.
In the stories circulated, Luo Feng rose entirely on his own. Compared with him, Wu Ming and Zhang Xiaoqiang both stood on the shoulders of giants.
If we talk about the gap, it is the difference between the entrepreneurial generation and the rich second generation.
Regardless of his feelings, mind, or the hardships he has experienced since childhood, Luo Feng is superior. Compared with Luo Feng's legendary deeds, Zhang Xiaoqiang can only be regarded as a naughty kid, and there is no comparison at all for the time being.
"Set a small goal first, adult satellite level, 10,000-year-old universe master." Wu Ming looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, but in fact his eyes were unfocused, all he thought about was Luo Feng.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know this. When he saw Wu Ming's gaze, he felt more energetic all over.
Humph haha, Tengyun's Nine Transformations fight was so fierce that Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously looked out of the corner of his eyes, hoping to see the shock in Wu Ming's eyes.
Look, no.
Looked again, still not there.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's face turned dark instantly. He felt that his self-esteem had been hit ten thousand times, and his weak heart was shattered into glass shards. He couldn't pick it up after it fell on the ground.
"Deacon Wu, you guys are busy, I'm going back to class." Wu Ming didn't know what Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking, so he left without looking back.
As for whether the recorded video can attract the attention of the Luo family, Wu Ming is not worried at all.
The more powerful a family is, the more attention it attaches to geniuses. Just like a shark that smells blood, it will never miss it if it encounters one.
If it doesn't work this time, Wu Ming will try it next time. As long as he performs well enough, he doesn't believe that the Luo family can still sit still.
Tengyun Hand, Bone Transformation Palm, Dragon Subduing Kick, Hunyuan Fist, Shocking Shadow Body Technique
It was like Wu Ming had turned on a cheating device. He could learn low-level martial arts by just watching them once, directly turning on the brutal learning mode.
There are hundreds of deacons in the martial arts hall, and everyone has unique skills.
A month has passed and there is still no news about the Luo family. Wu Ming has stolen all the old master's skills, and his reputation for terror has once again blossomed.
"The Bone Transforming Palm is a God-of-Wars-level secret skill, as is the Splitting Air Palm. One is for melee combat, and the other is for long-range combat. It would be great if they could be combined with each other." Having learned hundreds of God-of-Wars-level secrets, Wu Ming's reserve of martial arts skills is already comparable to that of the God of War.
The powerful old god of war.
In the past few days, he has been thinking about the possibility of merging martial arts, such as merging Bone Transformation Palm and Sky Splitting Palm to form a unique skill that can be used for both close combat and long-range killing.
Or, combine the Iron Hands, Diamond Legs, Hemlock Technique, Iron Head Technique, and Iron Crotch Technique to form a body-training technique that has no flaws from top to bottom.
Doing whatever he wanted, Wu Ming began to live in a simple way, while waiting for the reply from the Luo family, while integrating the martial arts he had mastered.
In the blink of an eye, it’s another week
"Wu Ming, I have learned all the secret skills of hundreds of deacons." On this day, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had not seen him for a long time, came up anxiously, with excitement on his face that could not be hidden.
Wu Ming was sitting by the window at this time, looking at a sparrow sitting on a tree. After hearing the sound, he said casually: "Yes, congratulations."
The flat answer was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing all Zhang Xiaoqiang's excitement.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had a depressed look on his face, this was not what he wanted.
This month, he has been working hard to catch up, just to prevent Wu Ming from widening the gap.
Now, although he was seven days late, he finally caught up. Why did Wu Ming say these things were not worth mentioning?
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was at a loss for words, with an expression of reluctance on his face.
Wu Ming looked at him impatiently, like looking at a mortal fly, and said calmly: "Watch the bird."
"What's so good about birds? Since we have nothing to do, let's give it a try." As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang finished speaking, Wu Ming suddenly raised his hand and quickly slapped his palm out the window.
Looking up subconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that the sparrow sitting on the branch had not been hit by Wu Ming at all, and he couldn't help feeling happy.
Why is there joy? As a pursuer all the time, what Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to see most is Wu Ming making a fool of himself in front of him.
It's a pity that Wu Ming has always downplayed his words and suppressed him as hard as a big mountain.
Now, finally getting a chance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes suddenly widened and he said: "You missed!"
"Look again," Old Master Wu Ming said, lifting his legs and walking outside.
One step, two steps, three steps
When he took the fourth step, Zhang Xiaoqiang's wide eyes suddenly saw the sparrow standing on the branch, and it melted with a "pop".
Melted, completely melted, except for the bird feathers, the whole sparrow turned into a pool of blood.