Chapter 137: Waste material male master is very sticky 1

"The ancient family of the ancient family, the generation of Tianjiao, how this generation of shackles, out of this individual?"
"Who knows? Let's be a young master, this year is 18 years old?"
"Yeah, according to family regulations, if you can't officially become a warrior when you reach the age of 20, you have to be expelled from your home, and you will become a vassal!"
"Oh, that's pathetic."
"Oh, even if the patriarch is his uncle and uncle? Waste is a waste!"
"..."
In front of it is a high platform built of cyan stones.
A milky white jade floats above the high platform, and the jade is about a foot high, sparkling with white light.
Under the high platform, the ancient clan people circled around the circle. At this moment, the eyes of all of them were placed on the high platform, standing on the black boy in front of the jade.
Under the watchful eyes of all, the black-haired boy tightened his lips, accumulating his hands, and slamming his palms, and struck toward the jade in front of him.
A faint red glow emanated from the jade.
Another middle-aged man in the green robe standing in front of Yuxi saw his face and his face sank.
He said coldly: "Ancient, eighteen, spiritual level, red! Strength, weak!"
I don't know who started, and the audience suddenly laughed.
"Sure enough, our young master has not been able to become a warrior."
"Oh, I see, we can only raise him for two more years."
The middle-aged man in Qingpao saw the ancient 昊怔怔 standing in front of the jade, his eyebrows wrinkled, and flashed a look of disgust: "What are you doing here? Is it not enough to be a shame? Let me go down!"
Gu Yu clenched his fist and went on step by step.
The people under the stage gave him a way out, while not forgetting the fall:
"Master, how come you have passed in a year, and still stay in the martial arts stage?"
"The young masters are going to sleep this year?"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The ancient scorpion tightened his face, and did not squint through the crowd, and did not care about the fall behind him.

In the middle of a jungle outside the ancient city.
The fists licked on the tree and shook the leaves.
"why!"
In the face of the fall of the people who still face the color, the roar of the look at this moment:
"I work harder than everyone else, harder than all cultivation! Why? Why do you want to play like me!"
This piece of Wushen mainland, everyone can practice martial arts, and respect for Wu.
Those who practice martial arts have a special kind of energy, called spiritual power.
Spirituality is graded by color: red orange yellow green blue blue purple.
Red is the weakest and purple is the supreme.
Correspondingly, it is the ranks of the seven major warriors: Wu Shi, Wu Ren, Wu Shi, Wu Wang, Wu Zong, Wu Zun, Wu Sheng.
Even a person with low talents can become a martial artist if he practices hardships, which is several times more powerful than ordinary people.
However, Wu Shi is not a true martial artist.
To become a true martial art practitioner, the military is a threshold.
The title of Wu Shi can be obtained by hard work, but the military can't.
Talent, hard work, indispensable.
The ancient family is a millennial tribe, and it is the first big family in this ancient city. The children of the tribe have the blood of the military, almost never appeared, and the people who have not reached the level of the military in adulthood.
Especially this person, or my family!
Simply saying that going out is shameful!
"Because they are all eyes!" A hoarse voice rang in his ear.
The old man was shocked: "Who?"