After a while, Feng Lan was suddenly startled. Looking at Han and Mo, he suddenly exclaimed: "Cook, what did you say before? Did you say that they are from Luo Zhicheng? Is that right?"
"What's wrong?" Cook looked at Feng Lan and said proudly.
Feng Lan then shook his head and said, "It can't be him. Hasn't that genius already lost his fighting spirit?"
"Why can't it be him? His name is Han Mo and his name is Han Ji. They are both members of the Han family in Luo City." After Cook said this, he looked at Feng Lan with a smile, as if he was waiting for Feng Lan to be embarrassed.
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"..." Feng Lan opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time. He pointed at Han Mo and said in disbelief: "He is... Han Mo?"
"It's guaranteed to be replaced if it's fake," Cook laughed.
Han Mo and Han Ji shook their heads when they heard this. Han Mo hesitated for a moment and cupped his hands in front of Feng Lan and said, "Student Han Mo has met his mentor."
"Student Han Ji has met his mentor." Upon seeing this, Han Ji also shouted to Feng Lan.
"That's right, that's right, Cook, you're probably going to give me a big reward this time. These two people will definitely achieve a lot in the future." After a while, Feng Lan calmed down his excitement and said with some envy, and then faced Han Mo and Han
Ji waved and said: "Come with me, I will help you with the admission procedures."
Han Mo and Han Ji turned their attention to Cook, and when they saw Cook nodding, they followed Feng Lan into the inner room.
The formalities went through for about an hour. It was already noon when Han Mo and Han Ji came out. The sun was shining on their heads, and their scalps were slightly hot.
Han Mo weighed the badge in his hand a few times, then hesitantly pinned it to his chest, straightened his clothes and asked Han Ji, "How is it? It's not bad, right?"
Han Ji shook his head boredly and said: "Han Mo, please stop being boring, okay? What are we going to do next? We came to Shura Academy out of nowhere. The month before, we were still practicing hard for a place to be admitted. Alas, this
The opportunity came so suddenly, I was not prepared."
"Ah? Don't you want to come to Shura Academy? It's so comfortable to practice alone in the back mountain." Han Mo put his hands behind his head and walked straight on the green path.
"Haha." Han Ji chuckled and said, "That was before. Now that I have become a martial artist, I realize that combat skills are so difficult to practice. Without a teacher to teach you correctly, it is really difficult to learn." Han Ji said.
Then he punched a big tree next to him. The strange thing was that the fighting spirit in his fist seemed very thin, but the punch was surprisingly powerful.
"Han Ji, have you learned combat skills?" Han Mo looked at his uncle's fist seals and said in surprise. He naturally knew that it was difficult to learn combat skills by oneself, because he had a teacher who knew him best.
"This is not a combat skill." Han Ji smiled awkwardly: "I have only studied it for a few days. This is probably not even a beginner's degree."
"Then what kind of combat skill is this?" Han Mo asked curiously.
Han Ji hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is the Han family's yellow-level combat skills. Now I can only learn some low-level combat skills. Not only can I not understand the advanced ones, but I can't control them with my weak fighting spirit.
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"Oh, that's it." Han Mo nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. The teacher said that he would be able to practice good combat skills after becoming a martial artist. He didn't know what kind of combat skills they were and what their levels were.
Han Mo became excited as he thought about it, completely unaware that the two of them had been watched by a large group of people for a long time.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?" A bald, fat young man led the first ten students to Han Mo and said.
Han Mo frowned when he heard this. In the tone of his voice, Han Mo could only hear the feeling of arrogance and domineering. He must be doing something bad.
"We are new students entering the school. Instructor Feng Lan asked us to familiarize ourselves with the surrounding environment first, so the two of us took a detour here." Han Ji said, bowing his hands to everyone.
"Freshmen?" The leading fat young man murmured doubtfully. After a while, he nodded and continued: "Freshmen must also pay attention to the rules. If you see me attacking college plants casually in the future, see how I teach you a lesson." After that,
He snorted disdainfully.
Han Mo was startled when he heard this, frowned and said, "I know, let's go first if it's okay." Han Mo said and walked past several people.
"Yeah, stop here." Everyone seemed to be unhappy when they saw Han Mo. A thin follower stopped Han Mo and shouted loudly: "Our boss let you go a lot, you just left like this."
Huh? Why don't you kowtow to our boss and say thank you?" The thin young man shouted angrily with his eyes wide open, and after that, he pulled his sleeves as if he wanted to teach Han Mo a lesson.
"This is the big brother." Han Ji smiled at the thin young man and shouted: "We are new here and don't know the situation in the college. I was the one who just attacked the trees and has nothing to do with him. I, Han Ji, would like to thank you all for your help.
Forgiven."
"This guy talks well. He's much better than this skinny guy." The fat young man in the lead pointed at Han Mo and said.
"Hahaha, yes, that's what the boss said." Everyone laughed and agreed with the fat young man.
Han Mo couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he heard this, clenched his fists, and relaxed his fists after a while. He looked at Han Ji with doubts. Han Mo didn't expect that Han Ji would say such soft words. The other person's words were almost trampling on him.
They were dignified and kept swearing, but Han Mo felt that something was wrong with Han Ji's words.
"Your name is Han Ji, right?" The fat young man touched his chin and said, "My name is Barton. Your name sounds better than mine. That's not good. From now on, you can just call me Batu and follow me around here."
No one dares to bully you." Barton said and patted his strong chest.
"Haha, Batu?" Han Ji laughed mockingly, shook his head and said, "Interesting, is your family's surname Ba?"
Barton didn't seem to hear Han Ji's ridicule, so he nodded and said, "Yeah, how about it."
"Haha, that's it." Han Ji said and touched his nose, looking at Batu meaningfully.
When Han Mo saw this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He knew why Han Ji, who had always been proud and proud, suddenly became bully and afraid of the strong. He thought he wanted to tease this silly big guy.
Barton was suddenly startled, looking at Han Ji with a mocking face, he suddenly came back to his senses, pointed at Han Ji and cursed: "Little bastard, are you looking for death? How dare you laugh at my Ba family?
Teach him a lesson." Barton said and waved to the people behind him. If looks could kill, Han Ji would have been killed by Barton's vicious eyes many times.
Seeing this, Han Mo suddenly rushed forward, jumped up, and then kicked out his feet. He directly kicked the backs of the two people who were charging forward, and kicked them out, causing them to fall.
A bad dog poops.
The ten people rushing forward suddenly looked at the two partners who rushed out, suddenly braked, and looked at the tall and slender Han Mo with some surprise.
"This boy has some tricks. Let's take them down separately. I will destroy these two ignorant boys today." Although Barton was a little surprised, Han Mo was doing it for a sneak attack and could not prove anything. With his eight-element warrior
His strength makes him one of the best in the junior class.
After hearing this, everyone divided into two groups, five people rushed towards Han Ji, and the other five rushed towards Han Mo.
The strength of the five of them was at the level of six- and seven-element warriors, and they looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. They did not hold back at all when performing their moves, and they did not regard Han Mo as a new student at all.
However, Han Mo didn't need them to hold back. He laughed helplessly and stepped forward instead of retreating. He punched the oncoming fist with a fighting spirit.
"Crack." After the fists of the two people touched, a loud cracking sound floated out, which shocked everyone present and cast their gazes over.
"Ah...my hand..." A follower suddenly fell to the ground, holding a hand in his body and stroking it in pain.
Han Mo also rubbed his right hand, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said: "Yes, the fist is quite hard." Han Mo shook his right hand, and before others could react, he rushed forward again, towards the remaining people.