"What happened that night?" Xu Wentang scratched his head. His popularity would not rise for no reason. Even the interest on bank settlement should not increase so much.

"There must be something I don't know." With doubts, Xu Wentang went to school after breakfast.

The Lingshan Sword Sect Affiliated Middle School is a bit far from home and takes a 40-minute bus. After all, his home is not a school district house.

From Monday to Friday, Xu Wentang has to get up at six o'clock every day, wash up and have breakfast for half an hour, catch the bus at six o'clock, and if there is no traffic jam on the road, he can get to school before 7 o'clock.

However, if it is cloudy, rainy or snowy, there will be traffic jams on the road and you will not be able to arrive at the school before 8 o'clock.

This day was as usual.

Xu Wentang caught the bus at 6:30, and Wang Hu was also on the bus. They were in the same middle school.

Shanhai City is a county-level city with a population of about one million, five middle schools and no universities.

This is not surprising. Universities are generally concentrated in developed areas, and only those big cities have university towns, namely Wufu.

These five middle schools are five martial arts affiliated middle schools.

Lingshan Sword Sect is a third-grade martial arts palace. In other words, it is a third-rate university and is not among the higher martial arts palaces.

Even so, the admission conditions of Lingshan Sword Sect still blocked most of the students.

1. Cultural quality grade B or above;

2 The ancient Euro language reaches at least level 4;

3 The level of the warrior cannot be lower than the fifth stage of the battle.

"It's the end of March now, and there are still four months left before the college entrance examination. There are less than twenty people in the class who can pass the Lingshan Sword Sect."

The Xiguang Continent warriors are respected, and the system with warriors as the core has penetrated all walks of life.

To give the simplest example, private cars cannot be bought by anyone with money, only foundation-building warriors are qualified to buy them. However, the success rate of foundation-building is one in a hundred.

I want to live in a luxury house and marry three wives and four concubines. Hehe, let’s first see if you have the qualifications.

The strength of a warrior is qualification!

Pull the foundation, build the martial arts master, Wuzong, Wuwang, Wusheng!

Wuzong is qualified to become the lord of a state.

King Wu is qualified to become the lord of a country!

Even the mayor of Shanhai City is also a martial arts master.

Experts take charge of the country, control power, and seize the lifeline of the economy. This is the system of the Xiguang Continent.

Everyone is in this system.

These messy thoughts surged in my heart. The bus arrived at the station. It took nearly seventy minutes. Xu Wentang and Wang Hu got off the bus, walked 80 meters further, and then arrived at the gate of the school.

"Xu Wentang?"

Suddenly, someone called him.

Xu Wentang turned his head and saw that it was a classmate, Cao Zhihao.

This man is a rich second generation. His father runs a property company and his family is quite rich. He usually has a private driver to pick him up and drop him off to school, and today is no exception.

Xu Wentang glanced sideways and frowned slightly.

Although Cao Zhihao was in the same class as him, they had almost no friendship and had a normal relationship with classmates.

The difference between the rich and the poor in the two families is there, and their preferences are completely different. They are not the same type of people and cannot get along with each other.

Cao Zhihao has his own circle of classmates, and cultivating connections depends on people. Xu Wentang is obviously not within the scope of his relationship.

In Xu Wentang's impression, Cao Zhihao never greeted him on his own initiative, and Xu Wentang did not have the bad habit of flattering others. If you ignore me, why should I pay attention to you?

So, Cao Zhihao walked over with a smile, and the painting style was very strange. Xu Wentang couldn't help but look at the sun and didn't come out from the west.

"Is there something wrong?" Xu Wentang responded lightly.

Cao Zhihao approached and said with a smile: "I heard that you have mastered the black sand hand, right?"

Xu Wentang's heart moved and nodded.

Cao Zhihao grinned and said enthusiastically: "Congratulations, you have already been in the fourth stage and have passed me."

Cao Zhihao only fought for three consecutive days, and Xu Wentang smiled slightly: "It's just a lucky person."

"How can you be lucky? Ask me something. Is the "Healing Heart Sutra" you mentioned in the group really so magical? It will make you progress so much in just one week?" Cao Zhihao asked repeatedly.

Xu Wentang carefully considered the words and said, "The Heart Sutra is a technique that nourishes the body and contains the spirit. After I practiced it, it really has extraordinary uses, allowing me to travel thousands of miles a day. As for whether it has the same effect on others' cultivation, I don't know."

Cao Zhihao's eyes flashed, he came closer and said with a smile: "Is it possible to discuss something, can I lend me the "Healing Heart Sutra"? Everyone is a classmate, aren't you that stingy, are you?"

You and I were just divided into the same class, and I couldn't afford to say that the word "classmate" is... Xu Wentang said calmly and calmly: "Sorry, the "Heart Sutra" is a family-born technique of a friend of my father, and it cannot be passed on randomly."

"What does it matter if you secretly show me a few times? I promise not to tell anyone." Cao Zhihao said.

Xu Wentang felt like he was being deceived by Cao Zhihao as a fool, and interrupted: "I'm almost late, I'll go in first."

After saying that, no matter what Cao Zhihao looked, he walked into the school gate, parted with Wang Hu, and walked into Class 3, Class 3, 3, of the teaching building.

There are six classes in the third grade, each class with a size of about 45 people. Xu Wentang entered the class.

Most of the students in the class have arrived and are reading aloud in the morning.

As Xu Wentang walked into the door, everyone looked at him in unison, and the reading sound became much smaller.

Xu Wentang walked to his seat and sat down.

Several nearby classmates turned to him one after another, looked at him, and Wu Hai said, "Xu Wentang, you are so awesome, you have trained the black sand hands, and my dad praised you as a genius."

"Your dad?" Xu Wentang raised his eyebrows and immediately solved the puzzle. His fake video was posted to the class group. After watching it, the classmates shared it with others, so the number of viewers expanded like snowballs.

"You are famous, and everyone in the next class is discussing you." Li Huahua pouted, with an envious and jealous look on her face. She was fighting for the second stage and was always overwhelming Xu Wentang. In just a few days, Xu Wentang suddenly overwhelmed her. It was unreasonable.

"The next class also knows it?" Xu Wentang's eyes shone brightly. It's impossible to make a mistake. It's indeed sharing and dissemination!

After resolving the confusion, Xu Wentang felt much more comfortable. I am very happy to share happiness!

"Xu Wentang, show your black sand hands." Zhou Mingshan ran over from another row and shouted loudly.

Now, the whole class turned around, and Cao Zhihao, who had just sat down, also turned around and looked over with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Xu Wentang pondered for a while, took a breath, raised his right hand, and concentrated his strength on his palm. In an instant, his right hand changed color, as black as the bottom of a pot, as warm as a stove, emitting a masculine and violent aura.

“Wow!”

The whole class was shocked. None of them practiced black sand hands, including Duan Feilong, the first place, who had also practiced iron sand palms before.
Chapter completed!