The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

"Test my quality?"

"That old man with a pointed face?"

Feng Mu keenly caught the key information in Li Bashan's words, and thought to himself.

"This script looks like they want to take me in, but I haven't shown my talent yet. What attracted Douqiong Martial Arts School? It can't be that the plaque happened to break when I walked in."

"It's fine if they don't vent their anger on me, but it looks like they are planning to take me in. It's weird, really weird."

Feng Mu now understands that Douqiong Martial Arts School is different from other martial arts schools. Although the dojo here has been renovated and there are various technological equipment outside the main area to assist in cultivation, in fact, the old-fashioned atmosphere is still revealed in its bones.

Those like Canglong Martial Arts School actually treat martial arts school students as business.

No matter whether you are an ordinary student, a senior student, or an inner door student, it is essentially a business of paying for goods. There may be some feelings in the middle, but it is definitely not much.

But Douqiong Martial Arts School seems to be different, but it cannot be said to be completely different, because the students outside are indeed just business.

But the seven inside are completely different.

Although Li Bashan did not say it explicitly, his words and deeds clearly showed that he took the master's words as the criterion, and the expressions of the other people also seemed to agree with it.

Obviously, this is not the current transaction relationship between teachers and students, or between teachers and students.

Instead, it is closer to the old times, when the master and apprentice passed on their mantle, which is a closer inheritance relationship than the blood relationship between father and son.

It is a master, not a teacher. The difference of one word makes a world of difference!

Feng Mu looked dull, but his mind was working fast, calculating the pros and cons in his mind: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with finding a master for my public name [Feng Mu]?"

"Although there will be more ties in my identity, but this ties may not be useless. This [Douqiong Martial Arts School] looks quite impressive. Moreover, with the background of a master, my growth trajectory will have a credible endorsement, which will withstand future investigations."

"The most important thing is that I can prove the truth to my father, so it's no big deal to have more masters above me."

"If [Douqiong Martial Arts School] is beneficial to me, I will play the role of a respectful and obedient disciple; but if it is harmful, I will switch to [Mask] in the future, and the director will slaughter the whole family, and I will only be lucky enough to escape."

Feng Mu's mind was racing, and he made a decision in his heart. He was ready to follow the arrangement of the "cheap master" and accept this "bad fate".

The people below naturally didn't know that in just a few seconds, the future junior brother standing on the stage had already thought of all kinds of treason and betrayal in his mind.

"Have you picked a good person?" Li Bashan urged.

Feng Mu took a deep breath and realized that the assessment had begun. Asking him to choose people was to test his vision and courage.

"The character I want to create now should be dull, taciturn, dull, paranoid, self-disciplined, and a fierceness in his bones."

Feng Mu hummed, and the blood bar strange eye was activated, looking at everyone.

There is no doubt that Li Bashan's blood bar is the highest among everyone [2117/2117], almost 10 times his own blood volume, he is simply a blood cow.

Hong Ya's blood bar is the shortest [177/188], not as good as his own, and his blood is not full. Could it be that like him, she is also bleeding herself regularly?

The blood bars of the other few people are different. Although not as exaggerated as Li Bashan, they are basically 2~5 times his own.

It may be biased to measure a person's strength by the length of his health bar, but it is fine as an important reference.

Excluding the strongest and the weakest, Feng Mu pointed to the man who beat the iron man with blood all over his body. The latter's health bar was 2.5 times his.

Li Bashan immediately said: "Old Four, go up and help, and hold back a little."

The fourth man's name is Yuan Xidi. Hearing this, he moved his neck, and his narrow eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. I don't know if he heard Li Bashan's instructions.

He saw him striding towards the ring, without treating the cracks on his hands, letting the blood flow all the way on the ground.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage and stood there, Feng Mu felt a fierce momentum coming towards him.

Momentum is a mysterious thing. In fact, it is the most primitive instinct of life. It comes from the depths of genes. It is the perception and fear of the lower end of the food chain towards the upper predator.

Sensing that the other party is stronger than oneself, fear that the other party can easily kill and eat oneself.

This is the instinct of animals. Humans have degenerated in this aspect due to technology, but some warriors will activate this instinct and are more sensitive than animals.

Just like Feng Mu now, because Yuan Xidi did not hide it at all, he once again smelled the strong smell of blood in the other party's momentum.

That is the smell that will be acquired after killing countless of his kind.

According to some superstitious sayings, this person is full of the wronged souls and lingering resentment of his kind after their death.

Yuan Xidi licked the blood on the back of his hand morbidly, and forced a smile to the little junior brother who might be joining the sect in front of him: "Come on, don't be afraid, I'll let you attack first, and when you are tired, I'll take over."

In the audience, Hong Ya frowned and said worriedly: "Why did you choose the fourth senior brother? Except for the eldest senior brother, the fourth senior brother is not the strongest."

A sentence was inserted from the side: "But the fourth brother must be the craziest, and he likes to splash blood every time."

The person who spoke was Second Senior Sister Liu Xie, who had short hair and purple lips. She had her hands folded in front of her chest. She recalled something while speaking and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

"Master is interested in this name..." Liu Xie paused and looked at Hong Ya.

Hongya shrank her neck subconsciously, as if she was a little afraid of this second senior sister. She replied: "His name is Feng Mu. Master didn't say anything. He only told me that I was destined to him."

Liu Xie smiled noncommittally: "Then you have to keep an eye on him, lest he is accidentally beaten to death by the Fourth Brother in the ring, and this fate will be lost."

Lao Wugongqi, who had a broken eyebrow and a black mole between his eyebrows, also came over and said indifferently: "Being beaten to death and buried under a tree is also a kind of fate, isn't it?"

Bang!

The third child, Zhao Zhixin, closed the door, completely blocking out the eyes from outside.

He comforted Hong Ya and said, "If he is really beaten to death, we will help you bury the body together. Master, you will not be the only one to blame."

Only Wang Yu, the sixth child, remained silent from beginning to end and just nodded along.

Hongya's face turned dark. She knew that her senior brothers and sisters were teasing her, but she couldn't tell that they were serious.

She could only look up to her senior brother as if asking for help.

Li Bashan ignored the quarrels of his junior brothers and sisters, as if other than eating, he could hardly be moved by anything else.

He stared at the stage with burning eyes. Although his master Li Guishe often scolded him for being stupid, perhaps it was because of this stupidity that he had an unreasonable intuition.

His intuition told him that this young junior fellow apprentice was by no means as weak and dull as he appeared on the surface. There seemed to be something deep hidden in his body.

Li Bashan couldn't spy on that thing, but he was sure that the "little junior brother" was by no means ordinary. At least, he had killed people.

Although the "little junior brother" was extremely well hidden, when the fourth junior brother targeted him with murderous intent at close range, his body still instinctively showed a trace of stress reaction.

He also responded with a faint, fleeting killing intent.

Even if it was only missed for a moment, and it was very faint, the fourth junior brother standing opposite did not notice it, but Li Bashan smelled it, it was... He had also killed people, and he had killed more than one person to give birth to it. Killing intent.

On the stage, Feng Mu didn't know that he had exposed something. He still looked dull, but his heart beat twice faster.

The iron in the stomach has responded and is being digested quickly.

Feng Mu swallowed, took a deep breath, and stared at Yuan Xidi. To outsiders, his eyes seemed to be targeting the enemy, showing a fierceness.

"Hey, you have good eyesight. At least you can still stand on the stage. You have enough courage." Zhao Zhixin joked with a smile.

However, only Feng Mu knew where he was targeting the enemy. He was clearly looking at a box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets delivered to his door!

Sacrifice a great god's book "Lord of Puro"

His name is Li Banfeng, the peak of the mountain. He is not crazy. The doctor said he is not crazy.

In order to save his friend's life, he went to platform 96, boarded the 1160 steam train, and came to Puzhou, which was stuck in the steam age.

He met the confidante in the old record player, the peerless beauty in the calendar, the swinging lady in the old clock, and the worldly master in the wine gourd.

There are food cultivators who get stronger as they eat, cigarette cultivators who get stronger as they smoke, martial arts cultivators who get more ruthless as they kill, and wine cultivators who get crazier as they drink.

There are travel practitioners who want to go anywhere, and there are home practitioners who don’t want to go anywhere.

There are hundreds of schools in the world, who can compete with them?

Provincial, who is the leader.

Bian Feng put on a suit, a top hat, a feather duster, and asked seriously: Tell me, who is the Lord of Puro?