Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 129 What happened?
"You group of vegetables and chickens, listen to me. From now on, I will be your teacher, teacher, teacher?"

Nangong Changwan looked at Lu Wende who was standing aside with pitiful eyes. In front of so many people, he was shamefully stage-frightened and forgot all the lines he had prepared in advance.

"It's the instructor." Lu Wende said helplessly, he shouldn't have come with Nangong Changwan to train these newcomers.

"Ah, yes, that's the instructor. From now on, I will be the instructor for you noobs."

Nangong Changwan, who was two meters tall, was quite intimidating when he said this. However, these people below did not accept this trick. They were afraid of Fujiu, not the stupid big guy like Nangong Changwan.

Therefore, many people listened absent-mindedly. Of course, there are no exceptions. For example, the wild bear who has been completely subdued by Nangong Changwan is standing below like a good baby, and several monks next to him are looking at him. His eyes were a little puzzled.

When did the notoriously grumpy bear become so honest?At this time, shouldn't he be the first to jump out and compete with this stupid big man?

Not everyone knew about the battle between the wild bear and Nangong Changwan yesterday. Their battle only took place in a small circle. At that time, there were quite a few witnesses. Unfortunately, they all died cleanly. This also led to the fact that the news did not come out. .

Nangong Changwan's mouth was like a novice, which made the people below feel itchy, especially those monks who had just been promoted to the third level yesterday.

After being promoted to the third level, their strength has skyrocketed a lot, and now they have the confidence to beat the five previous selves.

Several people looked at each other, and they could all see the eagerness in each other's eyes.

One of the short men blinked and said in a low voice, "Isn't this stupid big man too arrogant? How about we go up and teach him a lesson?"

Another thin man with tanned skin said cautiously: "Isn't this bad? What if I annoy the bureau chief?"

When it comes to the seat, there is an unstoppable fear in the eyes of several people. With that kind of ghostly method, they may not be able to escape Fu Jiu's clutches in this life.

"What are you afraid of! I've already inquired. This big man only came a few days earlier than us. We are all third-tier monks now, so there is no need to be afraid of him."

The little man clenched his fists, his abundant strength brought him strong self-confidence, even if he had surrendered to Fu Jiu, it could not stop their determination to climb up.

"Brother Feihu is right." The last of the three men, who looked pale and looked sick, agreed.

"Everyone must have seen the magic of this [myth]. Without the help of the Qi and Blood Fruit yesterday, I estimate that it will take at least three years to break through to the third level. This is without any accidents."

"You at least still have a chance to break through to the third level. If it weren't for the Qi and Blood Fruit yesterday, I might not be able to break through to the third level in my life." The short man said in a bad tone, as if this sick man was here specifically to piss him off.

"That's my fault." The sick man spread his hands.

The short man was anxious: "Do you want to fight? Come on, who is afraid of whom?!"

"Okay, okay." The tall, dark-skinned man stepped forward to act as a peacemaker, and persuaded him kindly: "We will work together in the future, there is no need to get angry, and we should put down our tempers."

"Hmph, I don't care, I'm going to challenge this big fool in a while."

"Add me." The sick man was not to be outdone.

If they had the slightest thought of running away at first, after learning about the magic of [Mythology], they had completely dispelled this thought.

According to Ju Zuo, not only will they have blood fruits to take every day in the future, but if they perform well, they can even get talent fruits to improve their talents.

Thinking of the fruits of qi and blood and the fruits of talent, the hearts of several people are filled with enthusiasm, but they also know that if they want to get more, they have to show the corresponding value.

If they can defeat Nangong Changwan, it means that they are more valuable to cultivate than Nangong Changwan, and the resources in the organization will be more inclined to them.

"Barbarian, do you want to challenge the instructor with us?" the short man said, poking the barbarian's waist.

The wild bear seemed to have discovered a new continent, and said in disbelief, "You want to challenge Big Brother Nangong?"

The short Feihu is a little dissatisfied, what kind of eyes do you have, why do you make it look like we are going to die?Everyone is a monk at the beginning of the third level. No matter how strong he is, how much stronger can he be than us?It's not certain who wins or loses.

"It's better for you to go, I'll just watch from below," Manxiong's eyes seemed pity, but also seemed to gloat, hoping that these guys would not be hit by Brother Nangong to doubt their lives.

Nangong Changwan heard the chattering sound from the crowd, and said impatiently: "What are you shouting about down there? Do you want to be beaten?"

The short man squeezed out from the crowd, followed by the sick man and the tall, dark-skinned man, and said loudly: "Report to the instructor, brothers want to see the instructor's heroic appearance, and have a discussion with the instructor. I don't know if the instructor will agree or not? "

Nangong Zhangwan grinned, and relaxed his body. It turned out that he wanted to fight, so I should have said it earlier.

If he was really asked to train these newcomers, he didn't know what to do, but when it came to fighting, he, Nangong Zhang Wan, was more active than anyone else.

"Tell me, what do you want to compare? I will continue."

Nangong Changwan rolled up his sleeves, as if this would make him look more imposing.

The short man thought for a while and said, "Just shake hands, I'll go first."

Having just entered the third level, the short Feihu is very confident in his own strength. Even if there is a cow in front of him, he is confident that he can knock it down with one punch.

"Haha, I just like to work hard." Nangong Changwan looked at Feihu with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. In his opinion, a real man should work hard.

Feihu took a step forward, cupped his fists and said, "Instructor, I've offended you."

Immediately after he stretched out a palm, Nangong Changwan smiled, showing his big white teeth, and grabbed Feihu's palm.

"Be careful." Feihu laughed strangely, his arm suddenly exerted strength, the veins on his arm burst out, and pieces of solid muscle were embedded on his arm like pebbles.

Nangong Changwan was taken aback for a moment, um, what happened?Why is this little man sweating so much?Has it already started?

The more than 20 monks below were ashamed for a while, you are so old that you don't even know what happened?

They were not sure if Nangong Changwan was pretending or if he was really so relaxed, but everyone felt that it was more likely that Nangong Changwan was playing tricks in order to give them a blow.

But they really wronged Nangong Changwan, this little strength is almost like scratching an itch for him, and in addition to the thick calluses left on his palms due to long-term exercise, he really didn't feel it happening for a while what happened.

Feihu was so angry that he was trembling all over, Nangong Changwan must have taken him too seriously, right?
(End of this chapter)