"Well...this is not the case. The rule of survival...it should be that everyone has their own position..." For some reason, perhaps thinking about the fierce flames of the boy in front of him in the future, although Zhang Ming wanted to argue righteously, he suddenly stuttered.

Yes, three months ago, in the mysterious space in Zhang Ming's consciousness, he received a large string of information, including the plot development context of this world, and the young man in gray in front of him will have his own legend in the future.

"The fisheye," the dead fisheye boy obviously didn't know so much at this time. He just thought that Zhang Ming was a little nervous because he was not confident enough to meet him. "Agree! Some people do not have the ability to gain their own position. All they welcomed was to enslave others, or die silently!"

"Look at those rich children, their elders are strong, so they are born strong. Boys, believe it or not, even if they are eliminated in this link, one will be considered one, and they will be specially recruited to get started next day?! In this world, where is there any fairness?"

Zhang Ming opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the boy again:

"Let me try your quality, boy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind hit Zhang Ming's face. Zhang Ming subconsciously took a few steps back. The gray-clothed boy appeared in his original position. The wooden sword at his waist was already in his hand. This was a big test weapon for disciples who practice sword skills.

"Not bad?" the boy murmured, his figure flashed, and Zhang Ming's shadow disappeared again.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, jumped, his gray clothes fluttering, and a shadow of a wooden sword under his feet flashed by, a strong wind blew across the ground, and the young man's figure reappeared.

Zhang Ming did not dare to be negligent, and stepped on the air and raised his body higher. The young man on the ground held the sword without being outdone, chased after a few steps. Zhang Ming's eyes flashed, and his waist suddenly exerted force backward, using his footsteps as the axis, and threw his body to the back of the boy again. However, the young man grinned the corner of his mouth and stabbed the sword back without thinking. Fortunately, Zhang Ming's eyes were fast and he jumped back, before he could barely avoid the stabbing. At this time, the young man had turned back again, with interest in his eyes.

"You have good light skills, and you are the only one who can fight among so many people on the field!"

After saying that, he was going to bully himself again, but at this moment, the deacon elder Fu first spoke: "Stop!"

The gray-clothed boy frowned and looked around the field. There were many young men showing pain and moaning on the ground. There were many gray-clothed disciples surrounded by the sidelines. They were all eliminated, and the last ten people were left who were still standing intact on the field.

"You guys are very good!" Fu Xian walked up with satisfaction, his eyes slightly stopped on Zhang Ming and the dead fish-eyed boy. He turned to a rich child who was accidentally eliminated outside the court and glared at him, then said slowly: "Congratulations, you will be a formal disciple of my Changhe Gang in the future. I will enjoy the worship and martial arts in the gang, and other specific matters. Someone will come to you to discuss!"

"Now, go back and clean up first, and you'll be moving soon!"

Ten people on the field showed a look of peace or joy, and even a seemingly mean boy like Dead Fish Eye could not help but smile on his face.

"My name is Lin An, I started a year earlier than you," the dead fish-eyed boy nodded at Zhang Ming beside him, and said proudly, "We will discuss it if we have the chance later."

Zhang Ming smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded slightly. How could he not recognize this person's name? Even the information about why he was eliminated the previous year was also answered: He was targeted by a rich child of a good identity, and used the wheel tactics to replace him with three people. Afterwards, the rich child was unaffected and Lin An could only waste a year.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhang." Just as Zhang Ming recalled, a voice next to him interrupted his thoughts. It was Lin Heiniu, a roommate in the same courtyard with a flattering look.

"Yeah." Zhang Ming responded lightly, suddenly remembering the way he was the first to choose a residence when he first started the school a year ago when he first started, relying on his physique, he did not take him seriously and chose his residence first. Although he was old, he still felt a lot of emotion.

"I had known that Brother Zhang's heaven was full and circumference..." This was his roommate Su Cai, who was in a vague manner when facing the gray-clothed disciples around him, said something very much, and said compliments to Zhang Ming.

Just amid the sound of flattery, Zhang Ming finally returned to his courtyard. Su Cai and Lin Hei Niu kept chatting non-stop. It was not until Zhang Mingming said that he wanted to go back to the house to pack his bags that they said awkwardly farewell and returned to the room.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and was about to push open the door of his house and walk in when he heard a creak. The door of the house next to him opened. It turned out to be a gray shirt and a cloth bag on his back.

They have not communicated much this year, but out of good intentions in the same hospital, Zhang Ming still asked: "Senior Brother, are you?"

The senior brother looked at Zhang Ming with a complicated look, sighed, and said lightly: "I can't call my senior brother... Congratulations first. As for me, alas, I'm the third year."

Zhang Ming recalled that he did not find this senior brother among the only ten people left.

"It doesn't matter. A candidate disciple like us, who can be sent out to the treasure hall and have a good background. It's no problem to have a stable life."

The senior brother thought about it, smiled, and waved his hand: "I have to go and report quickly, others can't wait for me, and see you again in the future."

Zhang Ming waved his hand dryly, and looked at his back as he left, exactly like the disciple who was eliminated by him.

To sort out his mood, Zhang Ming returned to his house. Looking around, he found that it was really simple and there was not much to organize. He said that he needed to bring something into a cloth.

But it was different afterwards. Formal disciples offered silver liang every month, which was quite a lot - three or five cents a month. At that time, they could send two or five cents a month to their parents in the countryside to tell them that their choice was not to be lazy, but to be right; and the remaining one or five cents alone could make a good life.

When he was in a happy mood, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness sinks, and a message is reflected in front of him:

"Name: Zhang Ming

Age: 14(-)

Physical constitution: 1.2(+)

Strength: 1.3(+)

Agility: 1.5(+)

Spirit: 1.1(+)

Skill: Expand the body and cloud (master) (+)

Points: 0.7”

Based on the experiments over the past three months, Zhang Ming can roughly determine that the attribute 1 of physical strength is equivalent to the average value of an adult man, and the same should be true for analogy spirit. The persistence in training over the past three months has made the physique, strength and agility slightly increase. After all, he is at the age of his body.

As for points, he also speculated that it should be related to his practice. When he worked hard, the points would increase. He tried to waste more than half a month, and the points were indeed still during this period. Based on time, the points he could get in for a monthly practice should be around 0.15.
Chapter completed!