Chapter 1008 ancient martial Hall

Three months.

These scholars haven't had a good rest for three months.

Clothes do not change, baths do not wash, unkempt face do not say, all the sweat condensation into a hard shell.

The beautiful women who used to look like flowers and jade can hardly see their appearance now.

That is to say, Chu Yun has such a great charm. Like a magnet, he attracts these scholars to forget their daily trivia and concentrate on cultivation.

You know, these gentlemen are born noble and need to bathe several times a day.

Especially those young girls, they need to bathe in good fresh milk every day to make their skin smoother and firmer.

It's not like now. I'm smelly and my hair is tied.

"Oh, it stinks."

After hearing Chu Yun's words, Fang Yuying realized later.

She looked at her body and said, "I'll take ten baths, no, a hundred!"

Other scholars nodded in succession.

It's unbelievable to say that.

They haven't cleaned themselves up for three months.

"When you are ready, you will fall down and go to sleep. You must be in the best condition to welcome the martial arts club."

Chu Yun didn't talk too much nonsense. After three months together, these scholars all know him well.

There is not much nonsense, but every sentence can be pointed at the key point and make the finishing point.

If you want to go to him for advice and cultivation, he can make you open up in a few words, and you can see the sky through the clouds.

This involves the issue of insight.

Chu Yun is well-informed, so he can easily see other people's problems.

After saying goodbye to each other, the scholars all left.

Chu Yun stood in the open martial arts arena, only feeling a little agitated.

In two days, it will be the martial arts club.

As long as we can win the first place, all the efforts and sweat since March are worth it!

"I hope they don't let themselves down."

Chu Yun plays with the Dragon cup, smiles and turns away.

In a flash, I entered the palace for three months.

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Tai college, guwu hall.

The school is full of scholars. They talk and laugh with each other, obviously in a good mood.

"Keep quiet, Mr. Qian is here."

The taxi at the gate made a sudden cry. Then when did the whole school become silent? The needles could be heard.

All the scholars turned their heads and looked out.

I saw a young man, dressed in a Confucian robe, wearing a crown of hair, with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Qian."

"Mr. Qian."

Many scholars stood up with respect.

This young master Qian is the best scholar in the ancient martial arts hall, and also a recognized leader.

Of course, he has another level of identity, that is, one of the three gongs of the dynasty, the grandson of the grand master Qian Yiqian.

The first grade official position includes the three gongs, that is, Taishi, Taifu and Taibao.

Sangong has a very high identity. Although he is in charge of civil affairs, his disciples are all over the courtyards and fields, with terrible connections.

As the only grandson of Prince Qian, Prince Qian's status is no less than that of ordinary princes no matter where he is.

"Tomorrow will be the opening day of the next martial arts meeting. If our ancient martial arts hall can win this martial arts meeting with total success, it will create a new history..."

Prince Qian is named Qian Yan. He seems to be elegant, but he is a scholar. In fact, he is not.

He is a strong body builder with a terrifying fighting power. He is especially good at close combat. If he suppresses the power competition, no one in the whole Taiyuan University is his opponent.

Of course, even if he doesn't suppress his strength, no one is his opponent in his identity as a strong body builder.

"The martial arts will win ten times in a row, and there will be no failure. This is the history we are going to create."

Qian Yan smiled quietly, eyes like electricity, sweeping the whole audience.

All the scholars clenched their fists, as if there was a voice in their hearts.

Have a good time!

It's only this time that we are far from making history.

At that time, the whole ancient martial arts hall will be recorded in the history books, and as the leader of the ancient martial arts hall, Qian Yan will naturally leave a strong mark in the history books.

Therefore, Qian Yan attached great importance to this martial arts meeting in his heart, even surpassing the previous nine sessions.

Every half a year, the martial arts association of taicollege is about close combat after suppressing strength.

Why should we suppress the power? It's unfair to compare the strong with the ordinary.

The so-called martial arts club is not about fighting strength, but about fighting skills.

Therefore, it is very important to suppress the force.

"Mr. Qian, I heard that in the past three months, Beitang invited Chu Yun, a bodyguard with a knife in front of yipinyu, to be a martial arts teacher, to teach them the course of close combat."

"Yes, I have observed their cultivation and have been exercising in a very strange way."

"I watched it for a few days, and it didn't work at all."

Many scholars, when you say a word to me, don't worry about it at all. Instead, they talk and laugh.

Obviously, they all took this as a joke.

After all, Beitang is not interested in martial arts fighting, which is well known.

In the previous years, they were at the bottom again and again.

In the eyes of jiulianguan ancient martial arts hall, Beitang is a joke completely, which has not been put in the eyes at all.

But when it comes to things other than fighting, Beitang is terrible.

There are not only two princesses, but also Feng Yanzhe, the youngest son of general Tiance, Kong Lingqi, the grandson of the prime minister, Huo Yunan, the youngest young master of Huofu, Princess Biao Yu, the youngest daughter of Prince Rui, and the daughter of shangshufu.

It can be said that even in the whole college, the identity is very prominent!

"Ha ha, if we talk about war power, our ancient martial arts hall may not be able to compare with Beitang, but when can Beitang compare with us in the field of fighting?"

Qian Yan's indifference seemed to scorn it.

"But I heard that they sleep on the ground at night, and haven't come home for three months..."

One scholar frowned: "I think we should pay more or less attention to it. Chu Yun is the first in the Longmen conference. The war power is amazing. Even the 17th Prince is not an opponent."

"Chu Yun is strong, which we all take; but if he is strong enough, he can turn stone into gold in three months?"

Some scholars questioned.

"Yes, in three months, the bottom school has threatened our position. It's just a fool talking about dreams."

"Yes, even if we are worried, it shouldn't be us. It should be the second from the bottom."

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

The whole school is full of happy atmosphere.

Qian Yan went to the main seat, lifted his robe and sat in a critical position.

He raised a curve at the corner of his mouth: "it's the so-called stupid birds fly first, but no matter how they fly, they are only birds after all; and we hunters fight birds!"