Chen Yunxi did not stay with Chen Haoran for too long and soon arrived at the martial arts club.
In the office.
Fang Ping was checking the guest list with Zhang Yu. When he saw Chen Yunxi entering the door silently and starting to pack his things, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Why don't you spend more time with your brother?"
"President Qin took the initiative to accompany him..."
Halfway through Chen Yunxi's words, Fang Ping and Zhang Yu looked at each other. For a long time, they looked at Chen Yunxi strangely.
Are you a salesman?
You don’t know what Qin Fengqing’s character is?
You just left your brother to Qin Fengqing?
That bastard Qin Fengqing, you wanted to cause trouble for Chen Haoran as early as the second exchange match. Now you actually take the initiative to let your brother fall into the tiger's mouth?
Chen Yunxi felt a little embarrassed when the two looked at her. She blushed and said, "It's okay. President Qin can at most give him a good beating. My grandfather also said that my brother lacks motivation. I think... I feel like it's quite good for him to be beaten."
OK."
Being beaten up naturally gives you motivation.
In this regard, Chen Yunxi felt that she had done nothing wrong.
Look at Mowu, everyone grows up by being beaten, and there is no motivation without pressure.
Fang Ping laughed, okay, you've said so, your grandfather also has this plan, so don't say anything.
After looking at the guest list for a while, Fang Ping thought for a while and then said: "I forgot to invite some people."
He had seen this list once before, but he was very busy these days, so he just glanced at it.
Tomorrow is the Grandmaster’s Banquet. Now I’m reading it again and I find something is missing.
When Zhang Yu heard this, he hurriedly said: "I've invited you all, who is missing?"
This matter cannot be ignored. Whether you come or not is one thing, and whether you invite or not is another.
Fang Ping pondered for a moment and said: "For the families of those mentors and students who died in battle, the grandmaster's banquet is a matter of praise and glory. It is not just a banquet for a few grandmasters. It is the glory of Mowu!
I didn't consider this before, which was a bit of a mistake.
In this case, immediately arrange for someone to pick you up in person.
In addition, we will personally pick up those disabled instructors in the old district tomorrow."
On the side, Chen Yunxi whispered: "Would you like some representatives from the families of Mowu teachers and students to attend?"
Seeing Fang Ping looking over, Chen Yunxi whispered: "Increasing everyone's sense of belonging and having family members come to the Grandmaster's Banquet is also an affirmation for everyone."
Zhang Yu pondered for a moment, and then said: "Actually, someone has mentioned this before, but I consider that there are too many people here this time, and everyone is our own people, so it won't be too late to celebrate in private in the future..."
Fang Ping breathed out: "Please! Please! I haven't had much time to take care of this these days, so I have neglected it. Some things have indeed been omitted, such as Teacher Tang's family, the families of several masters, and the dean.
Their children, the mentors’ families… please invite them all!”
"What about the students?"
"Parents of outstanding students can come..."
"Are Fangyuan coming too?" Chen Yunxi said slightly excitedly.
Fang Ping's face froze, and he couldn't help but laugh: "She...why do you think of her?"
Chen Yunxi snickered and said: "Sister Fangyuan is very cute. I think it will be more lively now that she is here."
Fang Ping was speechless and did not say more about this. He continued: "We have all sent invitations to the central government, the three ministries, the fourth government, the governor's offices in various places, the other 98 martial arts universities, the three major military academies, including Zhenxing City, and the three major companies.
And some Mowu graduates also sent out invitations.
The sectarian community has also sent out some invitations, take a look, have you missed anyone?"
It’s not too late to remember it now, but it will be too late to remember it again when tomorrow starts.
When Chen Yunxi heard this, he quickly looked at it and whispered: "Can we receive a lot of gifts tomorrow?"
So many people are a powerful force.
The three grand masters collectively hold a grand master banquet. No matter how stingy they are, they won't be too stingy, right?
Fang Ping rubbed his forehead, Zhang Yu suppressed a laugh and said nothing, silently reading the list.
Chen Yunxi didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. Fang Ping looked at her a few times and couldn't help but said: "Yunxi, weren't you such a philistine before?"
What do you think!
We are discussing the matter of the guests, and you say "accepting gifts" a lot. Is this what you should be thinking?
Chen Yunxi looked up, her eyes slightly blank, what's wrong?
Seeing her expression of not knowing what was wrong, Fang Ping said helplessly: "It's okay."
This woman is led astray!
Qin Fengqing, this bastard, is not allowed to appear in the martial arts club next time.
…
Just when Fang Ping was talking about Qin Fengqing, Qin Fengqing punched Chen Haoran in the eye!
Chen Haoran's eyes suddenly turned purple!
Qin Fengqing looked serious and frowned: "Your fighting method is very problematic, the gap is obvious. As a middle-grade warrior, the head is the part that needs to be defended most during our defense. It is also the most dangerous weakness of a middle-grade warrior.
I can easily break through the defense of your brain, and once you encounter a battle, you can easily be killed quickly!"
Chen Haoran rubbed his eyes, resisting the urge to cry, and nodded: "You are right...but..."
Chen Haoran paused for a moment, then continued: "You are a fifth-grade person and I am a fourth-grade person. You broke through the defense. It is not all a matter of tactics..."
Qin Fengqing shook his head and said: "Then you are wrong. I am only at the beginning of the fifth rank. Did you reach the peak of the fourth rank just to fight with the same rank? As the president of the martial arts club of Jingnan Martial Arts University and the number one among the students, your
Is the goal just for warriors of the same level?
If this is the case, the gap between you and others will only widen.
You don’t need to leapfrog the level to kill the enemy, at least you have to avoid being counter-killed instantly, right?”
Chen Haoran's face became serious and he said solemnly: "Brother Qin is right!"
As a talented warrior, his eyes are always on people of the same level, which is indeed a bit shallow.
Seeing Chen Haoran's serious expression, Qin Fengqing nodded slightly, feeling ecstatic that she had learned something again!
That kid Fang Ping likes to stand on the moral high ground and say things that sound reasonable but make people suffer big losses.
In the past, if I beat someone up, I would usually be retaliated against.
Now, look, after beating Chen Haoran, this kid still has to thank himself for pointing him out!
Qin Fengqing reflected on herself for a while. Some things still require more study. Thinking of this, Qin Fengqing geared up and said with a smile: "You're welcome, Brother Chen, let's continue until you can block my fist that hits your head. This
This discussion will be meaningful."
"Then continue!"
Chen Haoran breathed out and continued. The harder you train, the more chances of victory you will have between life and death.
…
Qin Fengqing beat Chen Haoran wildly, and Fang Ping almost finished the guest list.
After finishing these things, Fang Ping finally looked at Zhang Yu, pondered for a moment and said: "Tomorrow, all students of the third grade and above of the school will gather and welcome guests at the school gate!
It also lets people from all walks of life know that what we at Mowu hold is actually not a grandmaster’s banquet, the foundation of Wuhan University still lies in its students!”
"Are you all going?"
Zhang Yu was a little surprised, Fang Ping nodded.
Zhang Yu paused after hearing this, and then said after a long while: "Currently, there is one student in the sixth grade, three in the fifth grade, 48 in the fourth grade, and... 412 in the third grade. Do you really want all of them to go?"
Fang Ping was stunned for a moment. He hadn't asked these questions for several days. Only then did he realize that so many people had entered the third level!
"There are more than 400 people in the third grade?"
Zhang Yu nodded and said: "Well, there are more than 400 people, and they are still growing!"
"Is that much?"
Fang Ping rubbed his face. There had indeed been more and more people breaking through recently, and he was a little surprised.
Zhang Yu's face was slightly complicated and he said softly: "At the end of August last year, when we handed over, there were 9 fourth-grade students and 51 third-grade students in the school... It has only been less than a year now, Fang Ping... Sure enough, you are the best
Someone who is suitable to lead Mowu forward."
Fang Ping shook his head, not wanting to show off, and said casually: "It actually has nothing to do with me. The outbreak of Mowu is actually the accumulation of 60 years. The ones who really led Mowu to the present are the old principals and those old Mowu people.
.
You don't know how many resources Mowu has reserved just to prepare for now.
The older generation lived frugally and refused to heal their injuries. They broke a pill into pieces and used it, not because they couldn't afford it, but because they wanted to leave it to people like us.
These people are the soul and spirit of my Mowu!"
After saying a few words briefly, Fang Ping added: "So many people are the same. We will gather at the school gate at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning! Wear uniforms and cheer up. Don't let outsiders underestimate me, Mo Wu.
At this time, we need to show our strength more.
The more critical the situation, the stronger you are, the more you have the right to speak, and the more people will take you seriously.
Weak people are not qualified to participate in this. You have to know what I mean. The more it reaches this juncture, the more it reflects the ecological chain relationship of the weak and the strong."
Zhang Yu nodded. At this moment, he had also reached the fifth level. Although it had only been a few days since he broke through, the stronger he became, the more he could understand the truth.
The more chaotic and crisis the situation becomes, the stronger will have more say.
This time Mowu held a grandmaster banquet, it was actually a competition for the right to speak.
Even if the Mowu does not have the top nine ranks, there are no ninth ranks, there are many middle and low-rank strong men, and they are still so young, they will have greater rights.
…
On April 1st, the Magic City became lively.
People arrived in the Magic City one after another, and all forces gathered together.
Even ordinary people in society know that the Magic City Martial Arts University is going to hold a grandmaster banquet, and many ordinary people have begun to talk about it.
…
April 2nd.
Early in the morning, Mowu was decorated with lanterns and colors and was full of joy.
Wuhan University is a school, but it is not a school.
It can even be seen as a modernized New Age sect.
When a school teacher breaks through to the master level, it is also an honor for the entire school, and no one is unhappy.
A hotel not far from Mowu.
Hotel rooftop.
Several strong masters looked at Mowu from a distance, and when they saw a group of well-dressed students gathered at the school gate, a strong master couldn't help but sigh: "Mowu is getting stronger and stronger. The strength of Mowu does not lie in the number of students.
It’s just a few high-quality products.”
Next to him, a female grandmaster nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, the quality of the students alone... is comparable to that of our school's instructors."
There are dozens of middle-grade students and hundreds of third-grade students.
Ordinary Wuhan University, the third grade is the instructor.
Hundreds of students with strong mentorship are even more powerful than some non-professional Wuhan universities.
A few people discussed in low voices, and someone laughed and said: "We are okay, we are always pretty much the same anyway, but Jingwu, I am afraid it will be a little uncomfortable this time."
"Over at Jingwu, who is coming this time?"
"Su Zhan!"
"he?"
Someone immediately laughed and said: "Isn't he afraid that Li Changsheng will cause trouble for him?"
"No, that's not the case. After all, it's a major matter for Mowu. No matter how Li Changsheng doesn't follow the rules, he won't cause trouble at this time."
"It's hard to say...but I heard that Li Changsheng has been in seclusion recently. I heard that if he wants to manifest his spiritual power, he may not come out of seclusion."
"Su Zhan may not be afraid of him. Su Zhan got a magic weapon before, which greatly increased his strength. Li Changsheng, a fake eighth-level man, may not be able to deal with him."
"A dog bites a dog. These two old guys were not good friends when they were young. If Li Changsheng hadn't overpowered Su Zhan, Su Zhan's bad temper might not have had a better reputation than Li Changsheng."
"That's true, we can just watch the fun."
"..."
Several grandmasters were chatting and laughing, and they were somewhat looking forward to Li Changsheng coming out of seclusion.
…
The entrance to the magic martial arts school.
The door is open.
Hundreds of students held their heads high and their faces beaming with joy.
Fang Ping stood in the middle, with students on both sides, and in front, several fifth-level warriors leading the way.
On the left, Zhang Yu is the leader.
On the right, Chen Wenlong is in the lead.
As for Qin Fengqing, who was also in the fifth grade, Fang Ping cited his poor image as a reason and was worried that his bald head would ruin the image of the school, so he arranged it behind him.
Qin Fengqing didn't care either. At the moment, she was chatting with Liu Dali, who was in charge of photography.
As they chatted, Qin Fengqing couldn't help but feel a little more sympathetic when she learned that Liu Dali was also forced to work for Fang Ping because of debts.
"How much do you owe him?"
"Not much, several million."
"Several million, how many years of the contract did you sign with him?"
"10 years."
Qin Fengqing suddenly felt extremely sympathetic to Liu Dali. For a few million, you were sold for 10 years. Compared with you... Qin Fengqing suddenly felt that it was nothing after being sold for 100 years.
This guy is really miserable!
Is millions called money?
By the way, Qin Fengqing also looked down at Liu Dali. We are not the same people. Liu Dali's sales were too cheap, and Qin Fengqing felt that she was much more upscale than him.
While they were chatting, Liu Dali, who was taking pictures, suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Boss Fang's sister is here!"
"Um?"
Qin Fengqing turned her head and looked towards the school gate, and saw a group of more than 20 people walking toward the school gate somewhat awkwardly.
These people are old and young, warriors and non-martialists.
In front of the crowd, a few young girls, their eyes rolling around, were looking this way, feeling a little embarrassed but also a little excited.
Qin Fengqing grinned, Fang Ping's sister?
Fang Ping is his biggest creditor, and this guy is also a real rich man. Should he... think about it?
…
In front of the crowd.
Fang Ping also saw Fangyuan, and saw that this girl was extremely excited and helpless.
Fangyuan's side was really not specially arranged by him.
However, it was said before that representatives of the families of teachers and students would be invited, and Fang Ping's family members were naturally among those invited. Fang Mingrong and Li Xiuying heard that there were many people coming, and there were many masters. After hearing this, their legs became a little weak, and finally the representatives of the Fang family
It became a square circle.
When Fang Yuan saw him, he straightened his back and pretended not to look away, Fang Ping secretly laughed in his heart.
Ignoring the girl, Fang Ping took a few steps forward, with a solemn look on his face, he raised his right hand across his chest, performed a martial arts salute, and said loudly: "Welcome the family members of Mowu teachers and students! On behalf of Mowu, Fang Ping would like to thank everyone for their dedication over the years.
I have trained countless talents for my magic martial arts..."
Fang Ping saluted, and hundreds of students at the school gate straightened their backs and performed a martial arts salute.
Among the family members who came to the banquet, some had tears in their eyes, while others were at a loss as to what to do.
Among these people, some of their relatives had already died in the caves.
In the school and in the distance, a group of elderly people also had tears in their eyes.
Today belongs to Mowu.
…
Representatives of teachers and students' families quickly headed to the banquet venue under the leadership of others.
Fang Ping did not talk to Fangyuan, but he vaguely heard the girl communicating with the little girl next to her.
"Song Ya, this is my brother, isn't he handsome? I told my brother last time not to bully your dad again. Your dad didn't say he was bullied by my brother now, did he?"
The girl next to her said worriedly: "My dad came home a few days ago and said that he would fight to the death with your brother sooner or later. Yuanyuan, can my dad beat your brother?"
"I probably can't beat him, my brother has killed someone at the top of the sixth level!"
"What should we do?"
"How about... you buy me some delicious food, bribe me, and I'll ask my brother to give in..."
"..."
Fang Ping listened to the conversation between the two girls and felt a little dumbfounded.
Song Yingji, an old man, is still a sixth-grade strong man after all. Does he have the right to go home and complain to his daughter when something happens?
You actually want to challenge yourself to a fight to the death... Are you really so excited that you go crazy?
Laughing, Fang Ping had no time to care about this. As soon as the family group arrived, other guests began to arrive one after another.
On the military side, Tian Mu came to congratulate him on behalf of the military.
As a graduate of Mowu, Tian Mu also has a deep affection for Mowu. When he saw the lineup of Mowu students, he beamed with joy and patted Fang Ping for a while, almost breaking Fang Ping's mind.
Being a bit stingy, the military department also sent me a congratulatory gift this time. It wasn't resources, it was just a picture of words.
The words personally inscribed by Commander Li Zhen of the Military Department - will shine through the ages!
Although it is not an elixir energy fruit, a picture of the most powerful person is more precious than these. The moment Tian Mu opened it, what Fang Ping saw was not four words, but a sky-reaching sword light!
Fang Ping suspected that it was his illusion, but after looking carefully for a while, he was sure that it was not an illusion.
What ordinary warriors saw was indeed just four words, but spiritually powerful warriors like Fang Ping saw a concentrated spiritual pressure.
When Tian Mu entered the door, he reminded in a low voice: "These words are written for Mo Wu, but they are mainly for Li Changsheng to break through. I will show them to Li Changsheng later. They are all strong men who use swords. These four words are the spirit of Commander Li."
It is formed by condensing strength, which helps him somewhat."
Fang Ping was overjoyed and at the same time, he was also stunned. Has the supreme power reached this point?
The mental power is condensed into words, and even after leaving the body, it can still survive!
You must know that it is good for a strong master to manifest his spiritual power, but once his spiritual power leaves his body, it will quickly dissipate.
Let's just say that in Juliu City, the ninth-grade willow tree couldn't condense its spiritual power and maintain it all the time. Otherwise, there would be no need for the big willow tree to guard the fountain of life all the time.
The fountain of life is blocked by spiritual power. Once the big willow tree stops maintaining it, the spiritual barrier will soon dissipate and the essence of life will disappear.
Fang Ping didn't think much and quickly arranged for someone to send the calligraphy to Old Man Li's retreat place.
Maybe with this calligraphy, Old Man Li can complete the breakthrough soon.
The one who came from the Military Department was Tian Mu, the one who came from the Education Department was Minister Wang, and the one who came from the Detective Department was Minister Hu who Fang Ping knew.
Not all the grandmasters came to the four major garrison offices, but Wu Chuan came here specially for the southern garrison.
Originally, Wu Chuan was still guarding the Nanjiang Catacombs, but now Zhao Xingwu has been guarding the Nanjiang Catacombs, and Wu Chuan also came here specially.
This is also the only ninth-grade expert who has arrived so far.
Under normal circumstances, the ninth grade will not participate in the Grandmaster Banquet.
However, Wu Chuan has a close relationship with Mo Wu, so it was expected that he would come all the way.
As soon as Wu Chuan arrived, several masters also came to greet him personally.
On the Magic City side, the Governor of the Magic City came in person and gave him enough face.
On the sect side, Fang Ping also saw a few acquaintances. The strong golden woman from Qingtian Mountain who had argued with Old Man Li that day arrived with several young female warriors.
A skinny monk from Wanshan Temple arrived with the monk Jingse.
Over at Wangwushan, the son of Grand Master Zhao Xingwu brought people to congratulate him.
…
At Wuhan University, people from all schools arrived, including Li Hansong and Wang Jinyang, who also arrived together.
There were also some powerful masters from the business world who came to attend the banquet.
At one time, the number of masters gathered in Mowu exceeded 30.
There were also people from the three major companies, but Zheng Minghong was not seen.
Over at Zhenxing City, someone came this time. It was not Li Mo, but a seventh-level warrior. Instead of bringing a young man, he brought a cart full of things.
Including some information and tactics collected by Zhenxing City, it can be regarded as repaying the favor of Mowu's opening of the tactics room last time.
There are more and more people.
The banquet is about to officially begin.
Fang Ping didn't look at the gifts. He took a deep breath and saw that no one was coming. He turned and walked towards the banquet venue.