"My little brother wants to join our martial arts gym? That's great! From now on, I can see my handsome little brother every day."
"Great, great, I finally have a junior brother. Junior brother, please call me to listen." Lin Feng was very excited when he heard that Jiang Cheng had become a disciple of Tengfei Martial Arts School.
He is the youngest disciple in the entire martial arts school. He is used to being bossed around and has long wanted to stand up.
"Congratulations to the owner of the hall for recruiting another great disciple."
"Congratulations to the master of the gym for recruiting another great disciple." The other three deputy masters of Tengfei Martial Arts Hall also came over and congratulated Lin Zhennan.
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After Lin Zhennan announced the news, the entire Tengfei Martial Arts Hall became lively.
Although Tengfei Martial Arts School is ranked at the bottom of the four major martial arts schools in Qingshan Town, its owner Lin Zhennan is a junior martial arts master who is about to reach 000 strength points.
That is to say, the other three deputy gym leaders are too weak, which is why they get the bottom ranking in the annual martial arts competition.
Lin Zhennan's status in Qingshan Town is still very high. No matter who sees him, he must be more or less polite and call him Master Lin with respect.
And this Lin Zhennan does not accept disciples easily, and has only accepted seven disciples in so many years.
There are more than a hundred other disciples who are only subordinate to the three deputy masters. Naturally, their status cannot be compared with Jiang Cheng, the disciple of the master.
Therefore, many people cast envious eyes on Jiangcheng.
"Congratulations to Senior Brother Jiang for becoming the eighth disciple of the Hall Master."
"Congratulations to Senior Brother Jiang for becoming the eighth disciple of the Hall Master."
Many disciples gave Jiang Cheng sincere smiles and congratulated him non-stop.
In response to this, Jiang Cheng had no choice but to put the secret book away, and while being moved, he also greeted them one by one.
"Stop! Let me correct you. You are wrong. Jiang Cheng is not my eighth disciple, but my last disciple." Lin Zhennan corrected him when he saw that they had misunderstood.
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar immediately, and this time their faces changed.
"Doesn't this mean that he is my senior brother? Alas, it was so difficult for me to finally have the opportunity to become my senior brother..." When Lin Zhennan announced the news, Lin Feng was the first to become dejected.
"Hello, senior brother."
"Hello, Senior Brother Jiang."
When they heard Lin Zhennan changed his name, everyone also changed their names immediately.
However, the tone of many people's voices was obviously abnormal, and the looks they looked at Jiang Cheng were also somewhat unkind.
They could tolerate it before. After all, they were just the disciples of the master, and their status was not much different.
Considering Jiang Cheng's cultivation as an intermediate martial artist, that's reasonable, but now he is a closed disciple, not at the same level as the master's disciples.
A closed disciple is equivalent to the leader's first disciple, and from now on he will be everyone's senior brother!
For so long, Lin Zhennan has not had any closed disciples. Even Lin Xiaoman, the daughter of the owner of the hall, does not receive such treatment.
Why does he have Jiangcheng?
"Master, is this decision a bit hasty? I think you should reconsider it." Lin Yuannan, the deputy master of Tengfei Martial Arts School, suddenly persuaded.
"Yes, Master, you haven't had a closed disciple for so long. It's a new arrival in Jiangcheng and you were promoted to a closed disciple as soon as you came up. I'm afraid many people will be dissatisfied."
"Maybe you won't see anything in the short term, but in the long run, I'm afraid it will lose people's hearts. The owner of the museum should think about it carefully."
With the deputy director taking the lead in persuading, the tone of the other deputy director Lin Yuanming became more direct.
Not only that, other disciples were also very excited when they heard someone speaking for them. They didn't dare to speak just now because they were afraid that the master would blame him.
Now that other museum owners have taken the lead, they have the confidence.
"Are you all not convinced?" Lin Zhennan glanced at everyone indifferently, and saw that except for Lin Feng and one of his female disciples who were indifferent, most of the other disciples looked a little unconvinced.
It's just that because of his status as the owner of the museum, he dared not speak out in anger.
"Okay, then let me ask all of you, can you become a senior warrior at the age of eighteen and be awarded the title of senior warrior?"
After Lin Zhennan finished speaking, he glanced at the other disciples again. This time, it was obvious that many people lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. However, some disciples still held their heads high and were very dissatisfied.
The closed disciples not only change their names, but also learn the martial arts' secret technique, Wanjunjin.
They didn't see that Jiang Cheng had already accepted Wan Junjin, so they were naturally dissatisfied that a student from Jiang Cheng suddenly climbed over them and became a closed disciple who could learn secrets that they could never learn.
What's more, with this identity, wouldn't it be much easier to get close to Lin Xiaoman in the future?
Although Lin Xiaoman is usually fierce, she is a goddess in the minds of many people. How could they let Jiang Cheng get there first?
Seeing that many people were dissatisfied, Lin Zhennan had to ask again, "The strength value of a high-level warrior is 1,000. Let me ask you again, can you achieve a strength value of 15 at the age of eighteen?"
After saying that, he glanced at everyone again, and this time, all the disciples lowered their heads, and even the two deputy leaders didn't know what to say.
To have a strength value of 15 at the age of eighteen is not an ordinary genius.
Zhou Kaiyan of the Zhou family in Qingshan Town achieved a strength value of 1495 at this age and successfully won the title of the number one genius in Qingshan Town.
Such geniuses are not found everywhere.
Many of them are at this age, but they can barely achieve a strength value of around 00.
"Can Jiang Cheng do that?" A disciple suddenly thought of this question and blurted out.
Immediately, everyone reacted.
That's right, what does what Lin Zhennan said have to do with Jiang Cheng?
It is true that they cannot achieve a strength value of 15, but can Jiang Cheng do it?
Everyone looked at Lin Zhennan, waiting for his answer.
"No…"
Just as Lin Zhennan was about to announce it, two men and a woman suddenly walked in outside the martial arts hall, carrying a black box.
"Who among you is Lin Zhennan?" The leader, a man in Chinese tunic suit, shouted loudly as soon as he came in.
When Lin Zhennan saw this, he suddenly became happy. The judge for the professional title had finally arrived.
Wouldn't it be more convincing to have Jiang Cheng personally test it for them to argue with others and arouse suspicion?
"Hello, I am Lin Zhennan. I am the evaluator of Linhai Gym. You must be tired along the way. Lin Feng, go and pour a few glasses of water for the instructors." Lin Zhennan stepped forward and walked over with a smile on his face.
After saying this, I felt a little sad. Just a few days ago, they had the qualification to evaluate martial artists. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the martial arts school would lose this right.
"No need, we are in a hurry, who wants to take the assessment?"
The man in Chinese tunic suit gave Lin Zhennan a faint glance, ignored the water brought by Lin Feng, sat on a chair, lowered his head and looked at the watch in his hand.
Lin Zhennan's face didn't look good, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he asked Jiang Cheng to come over, took out the filled-in application form and handed it to him, and introduced him, "This is Jiang Cheng, he is going to be evaluated for professional titles."
The man in Chinese tunic suit heard this, but without even looking at Jiang Cheng, he took the application form handed over by Lin Zhennan and put it aside casually.
Seeing Lin Feng put the water on the table next to him, he thought about it and picked it up.
He asked casually, "Age, home address, and what was your strength level during the self-test?"
"Age 18, lives in Qingshan Community. During the morning test, the highest strength value was 15."
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The three people who came for the assessment spit out the water they had just drank. (To be continued)