God obsession system

Ma Zhanjun and Huang Laosan looked at each other.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The two middle-aged male creatures laughed indistinctly.

"Boy, why are you drunk without drinking?"

"Don't just drink, eat vegetables."

Seeing that Gu Yuncheng was still looking at them seriously, the laughter of the two gradually stopped, they got up and ran to the side, muttering furtively.

After a while, they walked back to the dinner table with serious expressions.

"Boy Gu, do you really want to be a teacher?"

"Um"

Gu Yuncheng nodded.

"It's not impossible, age is not a problem, but according to the current policy, the minimum standard for the recruitment of Huaxia Chaofan University's teaching staff is also at the third level of Xuan level. Your strength is still a little short of the standard."

Ma Zhanjun had a headache.

"There is only one way now. If you really want to go, the teachers who teach students actual combat have no hard requirements for cultivation. As long as you can fight, you can join the job if you beat the other interviewees to the ground."

Gu Yuncheng's eyes lit up.

"You can try this."

"Although we have teacher recommendation quotas in the three provinces of the Kanto region, the interviewees for actual combat teachers are a bunch of killers. If the recommended person is too weak, it will be a slap in the face for us."

Ma Zhanjun stared at Gu Yuncheng with burning eyes.

"Boy, it's okay to give you this recommended spot, but the premise is that you have to prove your own strength!"

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After lunch, Gu Yuncheng followed Ma Zhanjun to the basement of the Special Investigation Bureau.

On the ground, the building of the Special Investigation Bureau is not conspicuous, but there is a huge space underground.

Walking into a room with an area of ​​several hundred square meters surrounded by special metal wraps, Gu Yuncheng saw a man sitting cross-legged on the ground with a long gun on his lap.

Even if someone came in, that person did not open his eyes.

"The one in front of you is called Luo Tian. According to his seniority, you have to call him Uncle Luo. He is from the Luo family in Liaodong. His cultivation is at the fourth level of the Xuan class. He has a Luo family spear that is superb. He is known as the first spear in the Kanto region."

Ma Zhanjun glanced at Gu Yuncheng, a little gloating.

"Lao Luo is the only candidate sent by the three provinces of Kanto to interview actual combat teachers. If you want to go, you have to beat him."

Gu Yuncheng took a step forward, cupped his hands and said:

"Senior Luo, please enlighten me!"

The man named Luo Tian opened his eyes upon hearing this, and said lightly:

"Come on, I'm in a hurry."

Immediately, he stood up from the ground, and a powerful aura spread out from his body, which looked like a sharp spear from a distance.

Ma Zhanjun and Huang Laosan stepped aside, each lit a cigarette, made tea, and prepared to eat melon.

Feeling the powerful momentum erupting from the opposite side, Gu Yuncheng walked to the weapon rack next to him and took down a lance that was more than two meters long.

Walking back to the center of the field, Gu Yuncheng separated his feet to the shoulder width, slightly bent his knees and squatted down, his body swinging rhythmically, as if riding a horse.

Holding the gun with one hand, stretched forward, pointing the gun point at Luo Tian.

The viscous murderous aura soared into the sky, and in the next moment, it pressed towards Luo Tian in the direction of the spear.

From Luo Tian's perspective, the young man who seemed harmless to humans and animals one second, turned into a wicked ghost crawling out of hell in the next second.

The extremely strong bloody smell rushed straight into his nostrils, and Luo Tian felt as if he was being watched by death.

With a sharp kick of his legs, Gu Yuncheng approached Luo Tian like an arrow flying off the string, with the domineering and decisive momentum as if he was rushing towards thousands of horses alone.

The Yang family's marksmanship began to work, and extraordinary power poured into the body of the spear, covering the tip of the spear with a layer of light gold.

Like a veteran in an illusion, he gathers all his strength into one blow.

Spin, thrust out.

"Bang" with a loud noise.

Luo Tian on the opposite side flew out in a circle, and just as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", unable to stand up anymore, and the spear in his hand flew out for an unknown distance.

Withdrawing his lance, Gu Yuncheng innocently turned his head to look at Ma Zhanjun.

That expression seems to say

"That's it? The first shot in Kanto? Are you kidding me?"

According to Gu Yuncheng's perception, Luo Tian's strength is far inferior to that of a Xuan-level 4th-order Iron Buddha.

After the two guns collided, Gu Yuncheng withdrew his force in time, otherwise, Luo Tian could have been pierced directly with just one shot.

In fact, Gu Yuncheng overlooked one point. The Iron Buddha Tu was selected by the Kingdom of Jin through the cruelest and bloodiest method. It was composed of fighters who crawled out of the dead, equipped with the best cultivation techniques in the country, extraordinary armor and war horses. Top elite.Even for a single Iron Buddha, it is easy to kill a transcendent who has not experienced war by leapfrogging.

In the distance, the melon-eating duo who were preparing to watch a show were completely stunned.

"Fuck!"

Cursing sounded in unison, Ma Zhanjun and Huang Laosan rushed to Luo Tian, ​​hurriedly fed him a healing elixir, and hurriedly helped him up.

"Old Luo, are you okay?"

The horror in Luo Tian's eyes hadn't dissipated, he pushed away Ma Zhanjun, waved his hand a little lonely, picked up the spear, turned and walked out.

Ma Zhanjun looked at Gu Yuncheng as if he was looking at a monster. After a while, he grabbed the hair on Huang Laosan's head and pulled it hard.

"oops"

Huang Laosan jumped up on the spot in pain, grinning.

"Why are you pulling Lao Tzu's hair?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Isn't this nonsense, pulling your hair doesn't hurt you."

"Ah, so it's not a dream."

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Huang Laosan: "I*you***, you***"

Ma Zhanjun clapped his hands vigorously.

"It's you, kid."