As soon as you walked into the training camp, the air seemed to be filled with the atmosphere of a warrior.
The environment here is elegant and the scenery is pleasant.
The birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, there are mountains and water, giving people a feeling of paradise.
Although the interior looks like a college campus, when you see those young men and women, you will be instantly taken into the martial arts era.
Some people hold long swords in their hands, some carry knives on their backs, and some people wear simple clothes with various hidden weapons hanging on their waists.
All in all, you can see all kinds of weapons here.
"Xiao Yin, don't call me master in front of outsiders."
Xiao Feng suddenly reminded.
When we come to the training camp, we are all students.
Only those who teach can be called Master XX. If he is called Master Xiao Feng publicly, it will only attract the envy, jealousy and hatred of others.
"Okay, okay, then I'll call you...Xiao Fengfeng, right?"
Yuan Yin held his arm and said mischievously.
"Get out of here, no matter how big or small, your name is Uncle Feng."
Xiao Feng smiled evilly.
"I don't want it, it sounds so ugly."
"I'd better call you Brother Feng, okay, Master?"
Yuan Yin asked with a smile.
"Okay, as long as you're happy."
Xiao Feng didn't force her. In terms of age alone, Xiao Feng was still several years younger than her.
When we arrived at the registration area for new students, a middle-aged woman was sitting on a chair, drinking tea and reading a newspaper.
"Hello, we are here to report..."
Xiao Feng stepped forward and reported their names!
"Which sect is it from?"
The woman blew on the tea without even raising her head.
"Northern Martial Arts Alliance!"
Xiao Feng answered.
"Northern Martial Arts Alliance?"
The woman put down her teacup and turned her head to take a look.
"In this training camp, you only have two places in total, so it won't be just the two of you, right?"
"Yes, is there any problem?"
Xiao Feng asked with a smile.
"Oh, this Northern Martial Arts League is really getting worse every year."
"Looking at the way you two look like this, you probably are just here to mess around."
"Okay, you can go to the junior class."
'brush!'
The woman wrote a certificate and threw it over.
"Hey! What's your attitude?"
"What happened to the two of us? Why were we assigned to the junior class?"
Yuan Yin was unhappy, this woman was simply unreasonable.
"Huh? Aren't you happy yet?"
"Did I make a mistake? Don't you know what's going on with the Northern Martial Alliance?"
"To put it bluntly, you can't even keep up with a second-rate sect. It's already pretty good for you to go to the junior class."
"If you are really capable, just rely on your own strength to be promoted to the advanced class, and don't make any fuss about me."
The woman shouted sharply.
"Which sect are you from?"
Yuan Yin was not convinced by Qi Dao.
"Humph! Listen, sister, I am from Hongyue Palace."
The woman smiled coldly.
This Hongyue Palace is one of the few female sects in the martial arts world. The entire sect is full of female disciples, and there is not a single man.
After the Baihua Palace was destroyed, they rose rapidly and quickly occupied a place in the world.
"So what about Hongyue Palace? What qualifications do you have to look down on my Northern Martial Arts Alliance?"
Yuan Yin stared and questioned.
"Hmph! If you want others to respect you, you don't rely on your words, but your strength."
"Look at the recent performance of the Southern Wushu League, and then look at your performance. It's a complete mess."
"If you two don't want to go to the beginner class, you can go home and take your time without seeing me off."
The woman is not angry.
"Smelly woman, what did you say..."
"Forget it, the junior class will be the junior class."
Xiao Feng stopped Yuan Yin who was about to get angry and swallowed the bad breath for the time being.
"Hey! That's right, you need to know how much you weigh."
"This is a training camp for the entire martial arts world, and you are not allowed to run wild."
The woman gave him a sharp look of contempt.
"What do you call this sister?"
Xiao Feng asked with a smile.
"how?"
"You see your sister is beautiful, do you want to pursue her?"
"I advise you to give up on this. I'm not interested in a pretty boy like you."
The woman rolled her eyes.
"Haha...sister, I misunderstood, I just simply admire my sister."
Xiao Feng continued to smile playfully.
"Seeing that you are so sincere, I will tell you."
"Sister, my name is Qin Xianglan. I am the third elder of Hongyue Palace and one of the instructors of this training camp."
Qin Xianglan shook her long hair, her face full of pride.
"Oh! It turns out to be Elder Qin, disrespectful."
"I remember you and will pay special attention to you in the future. Goodbye."
Xiao Feng cupped his hands, smiled, left a meaningful word, turned around and left.
"Bah! The villain succeeds!"
Yuan Yin spat and immediately chased after him.
"Hmph! You stinky girl doesn't know what to say. I'll make you look good later."
Qin Xianglan took out her mobile phone and made a call.
"It's me, Elder Qin."
"There is a new female student named Yuan Yin in the junior class. Please treat her well..."
After hanging up the phone, she showed a ferocious smile.
"Master, this woman is so annoying."
"Dogs look down on people, or something."
After catching up with Xiao Feng, Yuan Yin muttered angrily.
"Don't worry, the fun is just about to begin."
"I will find an opportunity to teach her a lesson."
Xiao Feng smiled coldly.
Even if you look down on me, you still dare to look down on the Northern Martial Alliance? Then how can I pamper you?
"Yes, teach this stinky woman a lesson."
"Oh, it's so abominable."
Yuan Yin stamped her feet and cursed.
The two dragged their suitcases to an indoor martial arts training ground on the first floor.
As soon as they entered the door, they were both stunned. Inside was a crowd of people carrying luggage.
There were probably two to three hundred men and women, most of whom were young people no more than thirty years old.
"Are there many people here?"
Xiao Feng was a little surprised.
He thought there were only a few dozen people, but he didn't expect there to be so many.
"It's really unbearable to see how arrogant and domineering they all are."
Yuan Yin shook her head helplessly.
Warriors are all proud, and some are even pretentious.
Not to mention that these people are elites selected from various major sects, so they naturally feel superior to others.
They gathered in groups and chatted. Except for the Sanzhong Sect, South Sword Sect, and Beidao Sect, which did not send students, the other sects were basically in place.
The three major sects are arrogant and disdainful of sending people to participate in this so-called training camp.
They are currently one of the representatives with the highest force value. Even if the strength of Nanjian Sect is greatly reduced, they will not take the initiative to step down from the altar.
After Kang Yuming saw Xiao Feng and the two of them, he showed a cunning smile.
Standing next to him was a tall man, more than 1.9 meters tall, with a muscular body like a hill.
"Brother Ye, have you seen that heroic boy?"
"He is Xiao Feng, the youngest supervisor of the Northern Martial Arts League."
"I think the title of strongest student in this period belongs to him."
"This is a master with extraordinary talents. We, ordinary people, can only stand aside."
Kang Yuming grinned and shook his head, pretending to be envious.
"What? Just him?"
"Naruko-chan, are you kidding me?"
"Looking at how thin he is, how could he be a master?"
Meng Ye snorted coldly and looked Xiao Feng up and down.
"Of course not, can I talk nonsense about this?"
"This kid is indeed a master. I heard that he has defeated the entire Northern Martial Arts Alliance, and even the deputy leader is no match for him."
Kang Yuming continued to fan the flames.
He understood Meng Ye's character. As long as Xiao Feng was praised to a high level, Meng Ye would naturally be unconvinced.
As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Isn’t this an opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife?