Chapter 1248: Two listening students

Under the leadership of a famous teacher, he soon came to a hall.
In the room, Wu Tangzhu, Yao Mantian and others are all there. In the guest seat, there is a middle-aged man in a brocade. Behind him, there are two young people standing.
Sneakly look at the past, the atmosphere of middle-aged people is hidden in the body, like a thunder, unfathomable, can not see the specific strength.
Two young people, the Yuanshen entrenched in the body, the strength is like the sea, and they are all masters in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty.
Look at their age, it should not be more than 30 years old. If you are young, you have this kind of strength. You can only use the word "terrible" to describe it. Compared with Zhang Jiuyi, I am afraid that it is only weak.
"Zhang Shi!"
Seeing him coming in, Wu Tang stood up and smiled and introduced: "This is the ambassador of the Temple of the Son, Zhao Xingmo, Zhao Shi! Zhao Shi, this is what I told you. Teacher, talent is unparalleled, not only the Qingyuan Empire, the number one, the eight major empire, I am afraid there is a place!"
"Yeah!"
After glanced, Zhao Xingmo nodded and had no expression on his face.
It seems that such an introduction has long been used, and there is no ambiguity.
Seeing the other side is not very interested in him. Zhang Hang is too lazy to pay attention and look around.
There are not only those people in the room, but also more than a dozen young talents from Zhang Jiuyi and Qingyuan Mingshi.
"Since people are here, start!"
After waiting for a while, two more people came. Zhao Xingmo seemed to be in a hurry and frowned.
There should be a voice, Wu Tangzhu looked around for a week: "You, this Zhao teacher, I must not have to introduce it to everyone, this is the lead messenger, responsible for the selection of the Temple of the Son! Let him tell us Here, how to assess, what to prepare."
All the people brushed it and looked over.
"No need to prepare, I will say the request directly, not qualified, do not waste time!"
When the eyelids are lifted, Zhao Xingmo puts his hand on his face, and he has no expression on his face: "I can come over to assess, I must have some understanding of the Temple of the Son, I want to enter it. The first hard requirement is the 30-year-old seven-star teacher. In order to reach the sanctuary triple-baby baby, it is extremely above... everyone in the room seems to be suitable, but... In my opinion, the higher the better, the better. At present, there are two people who reach the sanctuary. They stay, others can go back..."
"This..."
"Is this selected?"
"Is it too fun?"
I didn’t expect to see repairs, there are still two left to be eliminated, and everyone faces each other.
"The Temple of the Sons is not a famous college. As long as it meets the requirements of the city, it is the highest institution in the whole continent. It is dedicated to cultivating the existence of saints. If the strength is not enough, don't waste time here!"
Zhao Xing ink eyebrows wrinkle: "I don't have so much time and you fall!"
"呃..."
I didn’t expect his words to be so direct. Wu Tang’s master was a bit embarrassed:
Is it a direct decision to repair directly? Zhao Shi, do you want to see it again? There are many teachers, the repair may not be strong, but other The aspect is not weak."
"No, I am only a primary election. I have to go to the sublime empire. I need to conduct another re-election. I will enter the Shengzi City, and I will conduct a final assessment. I will not be able to complete the retreat. Can't pass, it's a waste of time!"
Carrying your hand at random, Zhao Xing Mo Dao.
"That's nothing..."
Seeing the other side saying that Wu Tang had to smile and shake his head and look at the rest of the crowd: "Don't be discouraged, you should practice well, wherever you will make great progress, you don't have to go to the Son. Temple!"
"Yes..."
Knowing the words of the lord with comfort, more than a dozen geniuses, had to shake their heads and turned away.
In fact, they also have self-knowledge. Although they are not too weak, they can be compared with Zhang Xuan and Zhang Jiuyi.
Qingyuan City, if you have a quota, you will definitely not be able to choose them.
Seeing everyone leave, only Zhang Hang and Zhang Jiuyi are left, Zhao Xingmo’s eyes are concentrated.
"The Temple of the Sons, the elites of the highest peaks of the Terran, and later, the leader, become the hero of the party... I want others to surrender, and it is useless to say that strength is the most important! Therefore, Strength is the biggest criterion."
Zhang Xuan nodded.
This point is deeply touched, and the tricks, disguise and the like can be shocking in a short time, truly convincing, or their own strength!
It’s like him now, in the Qingyuan Empire, no one can be enemies, there is such a refuge, nothing is afraid.
If you disguise yourself, your qi will weaken and you will be poked sooner or later.
Therefore, one of the heroes is never a trick, but an upright fist.
Not to be convinced... Rolling is just that you are going straight to the service!
Mingshitang, the reason why it is one of the reasons for arbitrarily obeying the world, to be convinced and to be fair, is more important, to have the absolute fighting power of other professions.
There were two careers that jumped...witch souls and poisonists.
The former is directly destroyed... Until now, the ghosts are not found; the latter are also rushed to the corner, and they dare not show their true identity.
This is not overbearing, but authoritarian.
By the same token, the gates of the Sanctuary are daunting. It is not that the family had been a saint before, but... until now, there is awesome content and strength.
With fists, there is kindness, power is not enough, and there is more to say, it is nonsense.
Zhang Jiuyi also responded with a sigh of relief.
Although he is a sideline, if he is now repaired to the sixfold and sevenfold of the sanctuary, the family will also pay attention to it, and will not fall into a small title empire, vying for a place that is difficult to get.
See the two understand the meaning, Zhao Xingmo nodded and pointed to the two young people behind him.
"These two are the students of the Temple of the Sons. Although they are not prominent, they are not weak, and they cooperate with each other to form a special combination. Among you, who can unite under them Three strokes, even if passed!"
Hey!
With his words, the two youths came out, and the power of the body was released. The whole hall was cold for a moment, and people felt a strong oppression.
"Good"...
Although I didn’t play against it, but with the momentum, I can sense it. Although they are just like him, they are only in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, but they all have the fighting power of the peak of the gods, and they form a battle. I am afraid that the ordinary out. In the early days of the situation, they can all fight.
In other words, if the two join hands, Wu Tangzhu, who is the leader of the thunderstorm, may not be able to win.
This...just listen?
How strong is the real student of the Temple of the Son?
"Who are you coming first?"
After the introduction, Zhao Xingmo looked over.
Zhang Jiuyan looked at the two people in front of him and studied it for a long time. He smiled and shook his head: "Zhang Shi, I don't know if you intend to enter the Temple of the Son. Since you are going, I am still abstaining!"
"Abort?"
Zhang Hangyi.
I still think that there is a battle, I did not expect the genius of this Zhang family, actually directly admit defeat.
"Yeah, it’s better to voluntarily quit than to take it for yourself..."
Zhang Jiuyi is helpless.
From the family to come here, to fight for the only place, naturally full of desire for the Temple of the Son, originally, can certainly succeed, who knows... came this Zhang Suhang, no matter which side, he did not attack confidence.
Before, I thought I had talent, and I felt that I had the power to fight. Since I knew that the other person was a famous teacher, I would not think too much.
This kind of person, destined to be recorded in the annals of history, is not him at all, can be counterbalanced.
Not to mention, just calculated a bit, with his current strength, it is unlikely that he wants to take three moves in the opponent's hands.
"This..."
Seeing his expression, Zhang Sushou hesitated, looked up at Zhao Xingmo in front of him: "Zhao Shi, you just said, who can get the three moves under their joint, can you pass the assessment?" /
"Yes!"
Zhao Xingmo nodded.
"Well, if we both can catch it, isn't it, Qingyuan Empire, can have two places to enter the Temple of the Son?" Zhang Hang continued.
"Can you catch?" With a sneer, Zhao Xingmo has no expression: "It is possible, no one!"
"That's not necessarily!" Zhang hanged his head.
Before, because of Luo Ruo's sake, Zhang was full of prejudice and got along for a while, and found that Zhang Jiuyi, who was proud of his heart, was not so unbearable.
The number of places to go to the temple is originally the other side. For this reason, I have left my hometown and stayed in Qingyuan City for several years. I directly took it away. I really didn’t want to go... If I could go both, I would be happy.
"If you both can take three strokes, I will consider...but don't overestimate yourself. The three moves of these two are not so easy to pass!"
See this Zhang hanging face confident, Zhao Xingmo reminded.
It’s just a matter of consideration. He doesn’t believe that a famous teacher of a small empire can stick to three moves.
"As long as you think about it, can you stick to the three tricks, just look at our own strength..." Zhang Hugh smiled.
"Being confident is a good thing, I hope not arrogant!"
Frowning frowns, Zhao Xingmo said: "Well, who are you coming first?"
"I am coming!"
Before coming, Zhang hangs his body and releases his strength. Only in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, in front of the two youths, it seems insignificant.
"The tone is not small, let our brothers see what strength it can have!"
The two young people sneered, one left and one right, and they swayed to the sides of Zhang.
Although it hasn't moved yet, it will seal all the vitality around him, giving people a feeling of being blocked and locked into cages.
"If you haven’t shot yet, you will exert psychological hints and pressure, a little strength..."
Zhang Xuan secretly nodded.
It’s not a master of the Temple of the Son. If you haven’t done it yet, you will give a psychological hint. If you are weak, you will be immediately confused.
This kind of emotion, once fermented, has a great impact on the battle, a little careless, very likely, and if you don't do it, you will directly admit defeat.
"The method of fighting is very good, but, compared with my mood, you are still weaker..."
The chin was lifted, and the hanging hands were behind him, slowly taking a step forward.