Feeling the malice coming from everyone, will Brother Lei care? Just kidding, he is a generation king.
"Little brother, I think you will join our Jiangxi City Branch. I guarantee you that it will not disturb your normal life. Our third bureau does not need to clock in every day. It will only be done when there are tasks.
During normal times, you can do whatever you want, even working part-time is no problem," Mr. Liang said.
"Still..." Zhang Lei thought for a while and said, "I'll think about it."
The strength of these people is still very strong, and after all, they are the power of the country. He may be able to borrow them to find his father.
"That's great, you must think about it carefully. I have a small gift here for you first."
Mr. Liang took out a small notebook from his pocket. It was very shabby, but Mr. Liang looked solemn and said: "This is a notebook. You can learn from it." Mr. Liang said proudly: "This is my master.
It was passed down from my master to my master, and it is through this handbook that I have achieved what I have achieved today.”
What a big gesture.
"Old Liang!" The white-haired non-mainstream man lost his composure. While fighting Yaksha, he said: "That kid has promised to join us. Besides, haven't you already promised me to lend it to me?
Of?"
Yasha felt that he had been greatly insulted, and no one here took him seriously.
"Ah! That's too much!" Yasha yelled, and his speed suddenly increased. Unexpectedly, the white-haired non-mainstream was kicked in the stomach by Yasha.
The white-haired non-mainstream spit out a mouthful of blood.
Zhang Lei frowned, he really wanted to try the skills of these people who had been mutated by the doctor's medicine.
Zhang Lei rushed forward and struck out with his palm. Yasha fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
Zhang Lei: "..."
Everyone: "..."
White hair is not mainstream: "..."
What is going on? Seeing how exciting their battle just now was, Zhang Lei thought Yasha was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he was actually a novice?
So isn’t this white-haired person unconventional?
Zhang Lei wanted to laugh.
To this extent, there is a huge gap between him and Mr. Liang.
Zhang Lei turned around and said, "Damn!"
I saw that Mr. Liang had brought a chair and a table from somewhere, with a cup of tea on it. The most important thing was that the tea was still smoking.
"What's going on?"
Mr. Liang looked at Zhang Lei with gleaming eyes and said: "Boy, I see that your bones are amazing and you are very qualified to practice martial arts. I am willing to accept you as my disciple. From now on..."
Zhang Lei turned around and walked away.
Everyone was surprised, could this kid be too happy and stupid?
"Where are you going? The apprenticeship tea is here. It's ready." Xiao Wu looked at Zhang Lei with envy. He didn't know how many people wanted to be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Liang, even with a little guidance. Now, Mr. Liang
He actually took the initiative to accept Zhang Lei as his disciple. This is simply a blessing gained from eight lifetimes of cultivation!
"What kind of teacher do you want to be a disciple of? Did I say that I wanted to be a teacher?"
After hearing Zhang Lei's words, the white-haired non-mainstream man who was gritting his teeth laughed happily.
Who doesn't know that Mr. Liang has a weird temper. He may look at you and joke with you in a pleasant manner one second, but in the next second he may suddenly change his face and slap you. This is Mr. Liang.
Now, Zhang Lei actually said that if Che makes Mr. Liang lose face like this, Mr. Liang will definitely punish Zhang Lei.
However, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Liang did not scold him, but crawled over to stop Zhang Lei and said: "You can become my disciple. As long as you are willing to become my disciple, no matter what the conditions are,
As a teacher, I can promise you!"
"Let's forget it." Zhang Lei was not interested at all. He is a systematic man, and he still needs to become a disciple? It is simply a joke.
"Have you seen this handbook? As long as you are willing to become my teacher, I will give it to you!"
At this time, Mr. Liang, in Zhang Lei's opinion, was the old liar in the famous movie "Xingye".
Zhang Lei waved his hand decisively and said: "No need!"
"Can't you think about it?"
Zhang Lei said melancholy: "It is naturally much better to have someone take the lead from the front than to fumble alone. However, you are too weak and you cannot help me at all!"
Everyone's eyes widened, what did Zhang Lei just say? Is Mrs. Liang weak?
This was simply the scariest joke they had ever heard.
Mr. Liang also thought that his ears had heard wrongly.
"As long as I defeat you, will you become my disciple?" Mr. Liang asked.
Zhang Lei was waiting for this sentence, and he wanted to learn from it.
"That's right!"
"Okay! Let's move!" Since it was a martial arts contest, Mr. Liang thought that he had no chance of losing. Although Zhang Lei killed Yaksha instantly, the gap between Yaksha and his left arm was still quite big. Yaksha should be a strategist and was good at it.
Speed and strategy.
The left arm is pure fighting power!
The indestructible magical power of Vajra!
Lingbo Weibu!
Mr. Liang was surprised. He didn't expect Zhang Lei to know so many unique skills. No wonder he was unwilling to accept him as his teacher.
However, good martial arts must be able to be used, otherwise it will be a waste.
Mr. Liang planned to take this opportunity to teach Zhang Lei a lesson, so that it would be easier for him to teach Zhang Lei in the future.
The long sword comes out!
Mr. Liang didn't use all his strength and struck Zhang Lei with a clanging sound.
Zhang Lei didn't feel anything at all.
"Old man, if you don't try your best, you will lose miserably!"
Mr. Liang also realized that although Zhang Lei only had a small level of cultivation, his martial arts was too advanced. If he didn't use his full strength, he would probably lose!
"Be careful!" Mr. Liang also moved. He was holding a long sword and wearing a white robe, like a sword fairy.
Zhang Lei felt that it was very pretentious and was inspired. Sure enough, it makes sense that people rely on clothes and Buddha relies on gold clothing. Pretending also requires preparation.
"Ding, recommended item, Silver Light Sword, a flash of silver light, last come first! Requires 300,000 points of pretentiousness!"
A gleaming silver sword appeared in Zhang Lei's mind, and it was so handsome.
"Very good, that's it!"
"Ding, the host spent 300,000 points of pretentiousness to buy the silver lightsaber, and the remaining pretentiousness points are 1.7 million points!"
"Ding, I recommend the host to buy Shushan Sword Art, Sword Flying, a must-have for showing off."
Damn it, there are so many good things, it’s all because I didn’t think about the cool equipment before.
“Purchased!“
"Ding, the host has spent 1.5 million points of pretentiousness to obtain the fifth level of Shushan Sword Technique! It can fly with the sword! It consumes true energy!"
In an instant, silver light flashed in Zhang Lei's hand, and a long sword with gleaming silver light and a gorgeous painting style appeared.
"Ding, the host looks awesome and gets a thousand points worth of pretending!"
"Ding, the host looks awesome and gets a thousand points worth of pretending!"
"Ding, the host looks awesome and gets a thousand points worth of pretending!"
…
Although he has never used a sword before, Zhang Lei feels that he and the long sword in his hand are indistinguishable from each other, without any discomfort, it is completely a part of his body!
"So you are also practicing kendo, let's have a competition." Mr. Liang is very confident. He has been immersed in kendo for decades. His attainments in kendo are very high and he is among the top three in the entire circle.