"Ninghai, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Chen looked strange and turned his head to take a look. Fortunately, the owner Chen didn't care about these details.

"I'm looking for some like-minded comrades."

The second guy in Ninghai stood up scratching his head, "You guys finished talking, are we going to leave?"

"Let's go."

So Zhou Chen took Ning Hai and the two girls and Chen Chao grabbed the strange Gu Ping and walked out together.

"We are really too weak! Relying on the advantage of the weapon, we slightly suppressed the Jiyi Martial Arts Hall, which was afraid to kill, but in the blink of an eye, we were suppressed again."

"Yes. We are really embarrassing to Master Zhou. He taught us so seriously that no matter how many fruits Brother Ning ate, if we lose in a fight, it would be embarrassing!"

"Yes, you must practice swords well, and then-"

"Fuck Jiyi Martial Arts Hall!"

"Fuck Jiyi Martial Arts Hall!"

"Fuck it! Fuck it!"

"Dry rice! Dry rice! Let's go and cook first!"

Bang.

The door of the sword club is open.

The students stopped.

In front of him was Zhou Chen with a dark face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Brother Chen, I'm laughing. You go and deal with the matter first."

"OK."

Chen Chao continued to move forward, and after a few seconds, he paused slightly and reminded, "Brother Zhou, just teach the students a lesson, don't beat them to death."

"Owner, don't do this."

"We were wrong."

"We were worried about you just now - it hurts!!"

"Run! The owner of the museum is using the branches to suck people again!"

He caught the little boys and beat them up. As the branches broke, everyone finally ended their miserable fate.

"Brothers, who will bring me some food?"

A boy was lying on the ground, angry but weak.

"Good guy, I'm still thinking about having a meal." Zhou Chen glared.

"Wrong, wrong, I'm wrong, owner."

"Don't talk nonsense, the people in Jiyi Martial Arts School are very good. What happened today is a misunderstanding." Zhou Chen roughly explained the story.

"Ah, is this... Then we will be beaten in vain." Ning Hai sighed.

"Don't worry. The owner of Jiyi Martial Arts Hall is quite stupid... It's quite interesting, it won't be a loss to us." He comforted, "This matter will give everyone a satisfactory result, and wait for my news."

"Okay, goodbye to Master Zhou."

"See you tomorrow by the owner of the Pavilion Zhou."

"Honey, have you not eaten? You are so light-hearted, you laugh so hard that your butt doesn't hurt."

Holding the grass, you still dare to provoke me?

When Zhou Chen was about to kick him up, the student covered his butt and ran away quickly.

This little boy.

He shook his head with a funny look. In a blink of an eye, he was the only one who was left in the museum and two girls.

Eat and rest.

As it was getting late, Chu Yao lived in the school dormitory, while Zhou Chen and Shen Meng returned to the sword hall.

In the bathroom, soaked in the bathtub, the warm and hot water spread across the collarbone, revealing the white swan neck. I leaned on one end of the bathtub, my eyelashes trembled, and my rosy lips exhaled in a long breath. My white and slender fingers, as white as onion, picked up a ball of bubbles, and poked the other hand gently.

The hair is a little longer than the beginning. It is wet on the shoulders and has a different beauty from short hair.

The bubbles reflected her eyes, with a few bright brown colors in the darkness, like maples in autumn leaves.

After washing up, stretched out the bathroom.

"Shen Meng?"

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. After opening it, it was Zhou Chen who had just finished taking a shower.

"what?"

"I'll ask you something."

"It's big night, can't it be during the day?"

"It's not about talking about something strange to you."

"I'm going to sleep, brother."

Chen Meng was speechless, but he still moved a position to signal him to come in.

"Well, this big bed is quite... quite fragrant."

"Hey, get up!" Chen Meng hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up, "You treat this as Chu Yao's room, right?"

"Sorry, sorry."

He stood up with a smirk, and Zhou Chen sat on the chair, "It's nothing, I just want to ask you about Jiyi Martial Arts Hall."

"You really treat me as an encyclopedia." Chen Meng rolled her eyes, "Jiyi Martial Arts Hall, the Five-Star Martial Arts Hall. The most famous one is the "Jiyi Gong" in their martial arts hall. This is a very special spiritual skill. Specifically, after practicing, attack, defense, spiritual power, and spirit will bring a layer of special energy."

"The most intuitive thing is that the physical fitness of the spirit-enlightener is strengthened in all aspects, and the damage to strange things is doubled. Moreover, when this spiritual skill is activated, it can be superimposed with other spiritual skills. It is this special reason that has laid the special status of the Jiyi Martial Arts Hall in the Five-Star Martial Arts Hall."

"It's interesting." Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows, "Do you understand Chen Chao, the owner of Jiyi Martial Arts Hall?"

"I was just an intern inspector before, and I haven't even been promoted to a regular office yet. Do you think I will understand others?" Chen Meng was amused by him.

"Not this. I mean... Chen Chao should be at level 5, why do you feel weak?"

"?" Chen Meng blinked, "What are you talking about?"

"I feel that he is much weaker than Principal Xu."

"This is nothing." Chen Meng was simply unable to complain about his perception, "Principal Xu is a sixth-level strongman. Moreover, unlike ordinary sixth-level strongman, he is the town envoy at the peak of human combat power, and the youngest town envoy ever. The peak of human, the town envoy, is the youngest. If these names are combined, you probably know the weight of it?"

"No...I don't know very well."

This is the peak of humanity, this is the sixth level?

Too weak.

Just like the feeling Principal Xu gave himself, he couldn't even compare to Erha's hair.

If you really fight, if you go down with one tail, you should be able to sweep hundreds of Principal Xu?

Is it because they hide their strength, or is it really weak?

Or...

Are you too strong?

No, the last one is impossible.

I have witnessed how many planets were blown up and I could not even cut off the continental shelf. How dare I be called a strong person?

"The owner of the Hall of Chen is at the fifth level, and the principal Xu is at the sixth level."

"right."

"Then have you seen it? It's the kind of strong man in white robe who punches the planet..."

"Have you read too many novels about cultivating immortals?" Chen Meng burst out laughing, "How could this exist in the Qiling Technique just been born for hundreds of years?"

"It's impossible." Zhou Chen frowned.

Searching memory, a speck of dust in the scene can be clearly displayed in my mind, so real...

"What?" Chen Meng asked.

"It doesn't feel right." Zhou Chen almost started to chew with his nails in his arms, "How strong is that weird? Is the strongest one at level six?"

"Yes." Chen Meng nodded, "Humans are equal to the weird top combat power, so they are maintained at the current stage as a whole, otherwise one side would have perished."

"hiss--"

I understand.

Zhou Chen slapped his thigh.

You cannot simply summarize yourself by strength and weakness.

Compared to those giant weird and weird groups that stretch thousands of kilometers, I am weak, but in today's era... it seems to be invincible, I'll go!

"what's on your mind?"

"It's nothing, have a good rest, I'll go back to my room first."

After thinking it through, Zhou Chen stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hello."

His steps were slightly paused.
Chapter completed!