Daqin: the List of Gods is Now in the World, and I Can't Help Being Exposed.

"This……"

Luo Xiao was stunned for a moment.

This question made it difficult for him to answer.

The weapon must have been interrupted, but he was a bit ruthless just now. If it was interrupted by other weapons, wouldn't it mean that these weapons were not good.

For a while, I couldn't answer.

"Anger +66."

He suddenly found that Wang Xuan was a little unlovable.

"Ahem, student Wang Xuan, I will answer your doubts later, I don't know which one you want to choose?"

"I'll choose the gun."

Without hesitation, Wang Xuan took the half-broken spear into his hand.

When he saw the gun for the first time, he had a different feeling.

When the spear was in hand, there was a sense of intimacy immediately, as if the spear should belong to him in the first place.

"Okay, the four of you in Bayu Mountain come up to choose weapons."

In the end, Bayushan chose the big knife with a gap in it.

A few weapons, that is, the bow and the broadsword are relatively complete.

It's just that Bayushan, who got the sword, gave Wang Xuan a dissatisfied look.

"Anger +199."

Although if Bayu Shan was the first to choose, maybe he would choose a broadsword instead of a long spear, but Wang Xuan preempted him, and he always felt that what originally belonged to him was taken away by others.

Luo Xiao encouraged everyone and then left.

"Congratulations, Brother Wang!"

"Prince Wang is indeed very talented."

As soon as Luo Xiao left, many students immediately surrounded him.

In comparison, Bayushan, which was the most popular before, was left out in the cold, and there were very few people around him.

"Anger +199."

Wang Xuan was a little surprised.

"This guy with the surname Ba is a bit small-minded!"

"My lord, we are in the same school, we must help each other."

Another genius disciple who felt Qi, named Ning Bufan, took the initiative to say hello to Wang Xuan.

When he was in the square before, Wang Xuan heard him speak ill of him the most.

Sure enough, people are snobbish animals.

If it was an ordinary person, if the other party took the initiative to greet each other, even if they didn't like each other before, they would at least be courteous, but what he met was Wang Xuan.

"Hehe", Wang Xuan curled up the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, then turned around and returned to his position, the chat ended with hehe, the lethality of these two words is undoubtedly enormous.

The smile on Ning Bufan's face froze.

"Anger +130."

The class in the morning passed in a hustle and bustle.

In the afternoon, Luo Xiao continued to let his fellow students release their murderous aura, so that the students could feel the presence of aura in the weapons.

Probably what happened in the morning gave him a taste of the sweetness.

It's a pity that no one successfully sensed the existence of Qi in the whole afternoon.

During this period, Wang Xuan just quietly watched all this as a bystander.

This is a dark cool.

While others are still struggling to get started, he is already close to Mahayana.

Because no one could sense Qi anymore, Luo Xiao hated iron for being weak, and was in a bad mood.

So I added a hundred times on the basis of the homework left before.

Of course, Wang Xuan and the others don't need to do it, because they have already started and need time to practice martial arts.

Three hundred times already made people complain, and now that it has been added a hundred times, all the students who didn't feel the anger suddenly felt bitter.

"Anger +99."

"Anger +88."

"Anger +109."

...

Sitting there, Wang Xuan saw waves of anger pouring towards him.

Everyone is already unbalanced enough, and now they are asked to do their homework, but the guy who created the homework doesn't have to do it himself.

Why?

Is there any reason?

But at this time, Wang Xuan suddenly said: "Actually, I have a way to make everyone not do their homework."

Immediately, the students in the classroom quieted down, looking at Wang Xuan expectantly.

Homework has become everyone's nightmare.

"It's actually very simple, that is, I will be beaten up by the master tomorrow." Wang Xuan said solemnly.

As soon as the voice fell, a wave of more violent anger was received.

This is a sarcastic statement.

You are rubbing salt in our wounds!

bitch.

It's just that Wang Xuan felt that it was not enough, it could be more violent.

After all, there are not many opportunities for this kind of collective mentality imbalance.

So he cleared his throat: "I actually made a joke with everyone just now."

The class fell into silence again.

"The easy way to not do your homework...is to be a genius like me."

Hearing this, everyone's mentality collapsed.

unacceptable.

Can you order 13 faces?

In an instant, murderous aura rose in the school.

When the flying bird in the sky strayed into the sky above the hall, it immediately felt the strong murderous aura below.

Suddenly the formation was chaotic, dodging or going around in a panic.

However, Wang Xuan was satisfied, and walked out of the school with the broken spear he had just obtained.

Ha ha!A group of tool people.

Chapter 124

It has been a few days since Shangjun Academy started, and these days, all the schools are talking about their core ideas.

It can be seen that although there are many people who are close to Daqin, fundamentally speaking, they just see the situation more clearly than some diehards, but most of them do not agree with Daqin's rule of law.

Deep-rooted thoughts have long been integrated into their blood and will not be easily changed.

And Shangjun Academy also turned a blind eye to this teaching method that carried private goods.

On the way, I heard that military strategists have also started teaching exercises.

Now in the military hall, only Li Shan, Bai Ling and Dianxiong have the highest qualifications.

Of course, besides the Bingtang, several geniuses also appeared in other places.

The so-called introduction to martial arts is actually more like a qualification test.

If you have good aptitude, you can stay. If you don’t have the aptitude, you can either transfer to other scholars, or become a crane tail.

For all schools of thought, it is their pleasure to have one more person inherit their ideas.

On the way back, Wang Xuan heard many students talking about what kind of cultivation technique someone in a certain hall had just discovered a talent that was hard to see in a hundred years.

"Have you heard? Han Xu, a disciple of the Legalist family, has amazing aptitude, and he has been recognized by the measuring ruler."

The Measuring Ruler is a tool used by the Legalists to test their qualifications. It is said that when a person's ideas are in line with the Legalists' ideas, he can get a response from the Measuring Ruler.

"Most of the disciples just let the measuring ruler change a little bit, but when Han Xu held the measuring ruler, the measuring ruler was scorching hot, red as a soldering iron, but Han Xu himself didn't notice it, and he was praised as the A once-in-a-thousand-year inheritor of Legalism."

Wang Xuan listened to everyone's discussion all the way, and couldn't calm down in his heart.

It seems that among the students gathered in Shangjun Academy, there are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

But think about it, there are 36 counties in Kyushu, thousands of counties, and only a thousand people can come to Shangjun Academy in the end.

Among these thousand people, the proportion of geniuses is still very high.

And the measuring ruler was directly given to Han Xu in the end, which shows that all schools of thought will have different rewards for outstanding disciples.

Wang Xuan looked at the broken spear in his hand, the five weapons that Luo Xiao took out were not ordinary things, but he didn't know what was so extraordinary about this broken spear.

Wang Xuan returned to his yard, closed the door, and put the broken gun on the table.

I used to read a lot of online novels with blood dripping to recognize the master. I gritted my teeth, took out a knife, cut my finger, and a few drops of blood dripped on the broken gun.

As time passed by, Wang Xuan stared at the broken gun without blinking his eyes.

One stick of incense passes, two sticks of incense pass, three sticks of incense pass...