Chapter 902: The ruthlessness of the old monster

Zhao Shi received a set of simple protective equipment from the warehouse under the leadership of Lin Xiu.
"Are you a senior year in high school?"
At the ninth level of martial artist, it was considered good among ordinary people of the same age. Lin Xiu decided to sprinkle a little bait to show her more gentle and lovely side.
"Ok."
The dull and timid answer caused Lin Xiu's interest to diminish in an instant, and she didn't say anything.
Twenty-nine students from this bad school in No. 2 Middle School are of little value. Let alone the 29th, the first to tenth in No. 2 Middle School are of no use if they fail to pass the Mecha University. It should be the bottom or bottom.
So far, no one has been admitted to Mecha University for three years.
Soon, the two walked into an unremarkable cabin behind the training room.
"This is the lounge for your sparring staff. You will rest here when there are no guests ordering. You are not allowed to come out casually, which disturbs the guests' mood."
"Also, the whole body must be kept clean and tidy when playing, no odor, everything is centered on the requirements of the guests..."
Zhao Shi suddenly asked, "Can I live here?"
"This...not very clear"
Lin Xiu hesitated: "But what I know is that you can stay here anytime. No one will drive you out. If you practice at least once a day, someone will give you food."
"Thank you, I see."
"Okay, I'm leaving, pay attention to your safety when you practice."
The door opened, and there was about a few hundred square meters inside. There was a hall, thirty independent rooms, and a public bathroom.
At this moment, there were eleven or two people sitting in the hall. There were all martial artists from level 7 to level 9, and there was a strong young man of level ten, which surprised Zhao Shi.
He knew this person. Wu Dayou, one of the first ten people in the second high school, was the example that the teacher in charge of exterminating the old lady Yang.
The tenth martial artist has reached the test threshold for the Mecha University exam. It is not that he is starving to death because of poverty.
Seeing Zhao Shi coming in at this time, the people in the hall took a glance and ignored them. There was a tense atmosphere in the air.
"No. 7, room 103 has guests."
"Number eleven……"
The broadcast in the hall kept making noises, and whenever a specific number was read, someone immediately dressed up and trot out with a nervous face.
"Brother, are you here to play sparring too?"
After a while, there were only a few strong young people left in the hall. He glanced at Zhao Shi's blue and white school uniform, and asked familiarly.
"Yes, I'm too poor. Wu Dayou, are you here to practice combat?"
Zhao Shi's face showed admiration.
Wu Dayou's family background has not reached the first class known as a noble school, but he is considered top among the common people, and he will not be short of money to this point.
You know, there are many poor children of the rich and powerful, and they are not even higher than their realm, but those who are excellent are often very strong, and there are many people in the eleventh and second-tier martial arts.
They have been taught by a famous teacher since they were young, and they have taken the rare natural materials and treasures, and the martial arts and combat skills that they cultivated are unimaginable only by the civilian children who popularize basic martial arts.
The combination of all these has caused even civilian children of the same level to be beaten, let alone leapfrog.
Wu Dayou dare to hang around here all year round. This is to take a huge risk in exchange for progress in martial arts, which is very rare for a 16 or 17-year-old child.
"Yes indeed."
Wu Dayou laughed and said, "I have been able to make these improvements this year. Thanks to this, I don't know if there are fights, but I can also exchange for precious body refining pills from time to time."
He was not surprised that Zhao Shi knew his name, and after politely asking Zhao Shi's name, he gave him some training skills.
For example, the best weapon is a shield, which can block the most space. If the guest does not let it go, pay more attention to the guest's position and protect it in advance. It is best to explain to the manager that the order should not exceed your own level. Surrender immediately, even if you have to deduct money, etc.
"Number 12, guest number 152."
There was another voice in the broadcast, and everyone didn't respond, causing the broadcast to repeat with some impatience: "Twelfth, hurry up."
Zhao Shi just remembered, and took out a number plate from his pocket. There was a button on it. Press it to indicate that he was preparing, and he would dare to reach the guest's training hall within ten minutes.
"almost there."
Saying goodbye to Wu Dayou, Zhao Shi hurriedly changed into his tattered school uniform. After taking a bath, he wore the uniform of Cheng's martial arts gym and rushed to the location of the guest number 152. An arrow appeared on a crystal screen on his number plate. give directions.
Coming to the front hall of the martial arts hall, passing through a ring of clanking weapons and a crowd of onlookers, Zhao Shi came to the top of the 152nd ring, and there were no people around.
Martial arts seem to be like this. They like to live or not. They like to lively. They especially emphasize fighting and competition. They are not tired of living in one place for hundreds of years and thousands of years like immortal cultivators. They would never fight without fighting.
On the ring, a little fat man in a white martial arts suit with a sword on his waist looked impatient and said: "How come, forget it, get a shield quickly."
"Okay, guest."
Zhao Shi did what he said, choosing a stainless steel buckler from the dazzling array of weapon racks, and staring at the opponent carefully.
In fact, no real weapons can be used in the formal training exercises, and the weapons must be replaced with wooden swords and wooden shields.
It's just that the difference between real and fake weapons is huge, which can make warriors uncomfortable.
For the convenience of martial arts guests, I had to sacrifice the powerless sparring team.
A pension of more than 100,000 yuan is not too expensive for the Cheng Family Martial Arts Center and the children of the rich and powerful.
"Flying Crane Sword Technique!"
The little fat man yelled, and pulled out the saber around his waist, piercing Zhao Shi's throat like a breeze.
Zhao Shi's martial artist's ninth-level vigor and blood surged, raising the stainless steel round shield in front of him for a block, in the center.
It was clear that the opponent was a light long sword, but it smashed like a heavy hammer, shaking Zhao Shi back a few steps, his hands and feet were numb, and his movement speed was much slower.
"Trash! Next I will attack your heart, pay attention to defense."
The little fat man yelled coldly, and the long sword turned into a stab at Zhao Shi, who had reluctantly protected the stainless steel round shield in front of his chest. He also condensed a lot of strength and turned to focus on honing his skills.
Ding Ding Ding!
Sure enough, after many weakenings, the two can maintain a close match, and the two can beat you and me, and no longer crush as before.
After a quarter of an hour of fighting, a thin figure was hit by a man with a shield on the ring and fell to the ground.
The little fat man took the sword casually: "It's not bad, better than the previous few wastes. It can improve my sword skills, butler, reward!"
"Yes, master!"
Having been guarding by the side, the old man with martial arts strength threw a few banknotes towards Zhao Shi on the ground, and left behind the little fat man.
Zhao Shizai took a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, put away the banknotes on the ground one by one, and then rushed to the lounge with vain steps.
It is impossible for the 700-year-old Cultivator to provoke him without affecting his core interests.