Chapter 738

Towering mountains, green pines and cypresses, red sun in the sky and white snow, boys and girls practice boxing with sweat. Sometimes they are just aggressive, sometimes they are as smart as flying, sometimes they are soft and strange, and sometimes they are as fast as electricity.

In the practice room, the young man is in front and the young girl is in the back. One move has an inexplicable beauty.

It was getting warmer and warmer at noon. The young man closed and exhaled turbid Qi, and so did the young girl.

Both of them were flushed, but they exhaled evenly, steamed white on their heads and felt comfortable all over.

"It's broken! Xuntian hall! Go! " Ye Xiang exclaimed, almost forgetting what Lian Zhentian had arranged.

He took the flower's little hand and ran away.

There is a five story temple on Ji Tianfeng, with blue brick, red tile and gold roof.

A bluestone square in front of the hall is unusually open, with 1500 steps vertically and horizontally.

At the moment, there are more than 60 young men and women standing in front of the hall, but three young people are standing in front.

Dressed as a scholar, with long hair pulled up, holding a folding fan, gentle and smiling.

But it's too much to wear a folding fan in this winter.

This man's name is Qing Buzhi. He is the son of the famous Qingfeng member of the house of Lords.

The other is a girl, but she has a man's dress. The green cloth and grey clothes show a delicate bee waist. The perfect figure shows her gender.

This woman's name is Feng LAN Jiayue. She is the daughter of Feng LAN Canghai, head of the futu regiment of the Chinese mercenary Corps. She is a woman with a man's ambition.

The last one had a warm smile, but he felt arrogant in his eyes. He was dressed in light armor, with a long crossbow on his back and a short crossbow at his waist, with an unspeakable specialty.

In appearance, he is strong, tall, and his skin is slightly dark.

But the overall feeling is that this person can pretend to be 13.

His name is Dongfang Hong, the son of Dongfang Jinxiu, deputy head of the Dongfang regiment of the Chinese mercenary Corps.

Even Zhentian hasn't come yet. Standing in front of the hall, these young men are more or less anxious.

But as the three people who are very familiar with Lian Zhentian, Dongfang Hong took the lead in saying, "the old man ordered to assemble, but there are still people who dare to be late. See!"

Fenglan Jiayue glanced at the beautiful eyes and said dismissively, "do you want to perform the task when you are dressed like this?"

Qingbu Shi patted his palm with a folding fan and gloated, "as far as the three of us are standing, even if brother Dongfang doesn't dress like this, the old man can notice you."

Fenglan Jiayue looked at Qing and didn't know, "the scholar looks very hot. In winter, he is holding a folding fan and pretending to be gentle!"

The two big men were hurt by Feng LAN Jiayue's clever words, and they were slightly unhappy.

But the other side is a woman. As two men who are pretentious, they believe in the principle that good men don't fight women, and they both bear it.

Even Zhentian sat on the third terrace of the main hall and couldn't help frowning while listening to the conversation of the three little guys below.

Dongfang Hong is arrogant, pretentious, expressive and boastful.

Green doesn't know the smell of sour Confucianism. He is elegant and noble. He can't let go of his figure. He is typically arrogant and spineless.

It's Fenglan Jiayue. She's a little interesting. She's articulate and hurts people at the exit. That's not good.

However, you can still see a little calm in your mind, which is a good seedling.

As for other people, compared with these three people, they all laugh at each other. Only after self-cultivation and self-examination in the future, may they be able to produce a few decent talents.

At this time, two figures in the distance ran hand in hand.

During the running, they were smiling, light footed, without a sense of heaviness, stable breath and no asthma.

Lian Zhentian looked at the two people and couldn't help shaking his head. He sighed in his heart. Sometimes he was a child, sometimes he was steady and couldn't see through!

As the sound of their running approached, more than 60 people who were standing there looked back at a handsome young man, pulling a pure beauty and flying all the way.

Many people were puzzled, and Dongfang Hong disdained to laugh. "The old man is going to get angry, and these two people can still laugh."

Qingbu still played with the folding fan in his hand and shook his head, "Oh! Such a young beauty, but... "

Half of what he said, he swallowed it back. He saw who it was.

I'm kidding. Why is she here? She's kidding.

When Feng LAN Jiayue heard the second half of qingbu's sentence, he suddenly felt strange and looked back. However, he saw that this guy was like swallowing a fly, and his face was very ugly.

So everyone immediately became a little interested in the two people who were running.

"The sea water can't be measured, and people can't judge by appearance. We'll know the result later."

So she turned around after a lukewarm sentence.

Ye Xiang took the flower and asked Xiang, ran to the front of the team, stood and looked at Dongfang Hong around him, smiled, "next to Ye Xiang! Nice to meet you! "

Dongfang Hong pretended not to hear. He looked up at the hall. Ye Xiang smiled awkwardly and stood with his hands arched at the others.

Hua Wenxiang was shy and stood beside Ye Xiang, bowed her head and said nothing. Her hands were red and warm, which made her heartbeat.

People have arrived, but even Zhentian is sitting on the terrace on the third floor and has no plan to go down.

Ye Xiang looked around, looked up, suddenly smiled and shouted, "all the elders are here. Come down!"

Even the old man Zhentian is too old-fashioned to play this game. He hides it to see the performance of these young people.

Ye Xiang knows this old-fashioned way. After all, his teachers often did this when he was in Xuecheng school.

As soon as his words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. Dongfang Hong frowned and looked unhappy.

Even Zhentian got up with a smile and walked to the terrace, "it's all here! Then come up! " When the voice fell, the vermilion gilded door opened. Ye Xiang took Hua Wenxiang's hand again and took the lead in.

The third floor of Xuntian hall was an empty hall. More than 60 teenagers stood there. Lian Zhentian glanced at the people, and the table in front of him was full of thread bound books.

"In two months, you will participate in the formal assessment at home, so in the next time, you will carry out training in martial arts and field survival."

At this time, a big man with a beard came, dressed in ochre red leather armor and twisted muscles.

"Batian will be your martial arts teacher. I'll give it to batian. I'm leaving!"

"Old commander, go slowly!" Batian arched his hand.

"Congratulations to the old army commander!" More than 60 teenagers arched their hands.

After Lian Zhentian left, batian went behind the table and first looked at Xiang qingbu, "what's your name and what martial arts have you practiced since you started."

"Green ignorance, gentleman's sword, a total of 64 moves." Qingbu said proudly, which also made many people exclaim.

However, ye Xiang felt his crotch cool, and a name emerged. The gentleman sword Yue buqun.

But the name of gentleman's sword is not small. It is said that at the beginning of the founding of the Federation, a group of Confucian scholars patrolled the night with a sword to appease the chaotic social order and fought with bandits.

In this process, a scholar named Qinglan summarized his fighting experience and created the gentleman's sword.

Later, it spread among the Confucian scholars. Because this set of swordsmanship is very practical, it has also been practiced by many mercenaries and achieved good achievements in the battlefield.

"You can go back and take part in the school competition tomorrow." Batian said sternly, "next!"

"Fenglan Jiayue, sixteen way overlord gun!"

"The daughter of Fenglan Canghai! Like him, take part in the school competition tomorrow. " Batian was still strict, "next!"