Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

The Blood-Nourishing Pill is a pill used by warriors. Its function is the same as that of the Blood-Nourishing Pill, which is to simply restore blood and qi, but its quantity is a hundred times that of the Blood-Nourishing Pill.

The market price is 300,000 per pill, and there is no market for it.

If it is on the black market, it can be sold for at least 600,000.

Money is not the key, the key is that there is no way to buy it. Even for the level of Wentian Hall, the Blood-Nourishing Pill is in limited supply.

Wang Jin worked hard for a year, but he could only buy one pill. No matter how much money he had, it was useless.

The Jiang family gave him such a big gift, just to cripple a student, so there was no reason for him not to accept it.

The dojo was over 100 meters long and wide, with more than 60 students standing inside, and it looked extremely empty.

The teacher and the school doctor stood outside the venue, and Duan Qing stood beside them, waiting for the show to start, but they seemed to be unable to see her.

After waiting for a while, Wang Jin walked out of the lounge slowly with two assistants.

Wang Jin glanced around indifferently, and the students felt their hearts tighten, as if someone was choking them.

This is the aura of a quasi-warrior. Just a glance can shock ordinary people.

Jiang Mingyang felt like a thorn in his back. Wang Jin deliberately glanced at him several times.

"Classmates, my name is Wang Jin, you can call me Instructor Wang.

It's not easy to come here to practice, so I won't say much nonsense.

Relying on equipment to train the body can only be considered mediocre.

If you want to improve quickly, you must constantly break through yourself, and the way to break through yourself is actual combat!

Mental tension, psychological pressure, and physical pain are all driving forces for progress, which are much stronger than boring training."

Wang Jin started with a big move. A group of students usually only lift weights to build strength, and have never been exposed to actual combat.

"Oh, the martial arts hall is different, much wilder than school."

"What Instructor Wang said makes sense. Are you going to teach us combat skills?"

"I heard that martial artists also improve through actual combat."

"I suddenly feel that Instructor Wang is so handsome. Martial artists should kill people everywhere."

The students chattered, and there were many little fans who yearned for Wang Jin.

"You haven't received systematic training, so you don't know how to hit them.

I will teach you a few moves first, and then practice with you one by one, and then fight each other."

Wang Jin's words were flawless. He glanced at Jiang Mingyang inadvertently, and then began to teach.

"Damn, the Jiang family really spent a lot of money to deal with me."

Jiang Mingyang had been in the market for many years in his previous life, so how could he not see the ill intentions in Wang Jin's eyes.

It was only a little while ago, and there were more than 60 people in the dojo. Wang Jin had looked at him no less than five times. There must be a reason.

"They don't know my situation, they are trying to take advantage of Wentian Pavilion."

Jiang Mingyang's plan to pull tiger skin was very successful, and the Jiang family was afraid to take direct action.

But the Jiang family is not a pushover, not only do they have targeted backhands, but they can also kill two birds with one stone.

Outside the dojo, Duan Qing's beautiful eyes flashed red, and the red mist in Jiang Mingyang's body suddenly became agitated, making his emotions slowly excited.

The feeling of being the boss of God and the second after being drunk is constantly weakening his rationality.

Time passed by, and the emotions became more and more excited, but Jiang Mingyang was unaware.

Wang Jin quickly taught a few simple boxing techniques, and the students also learned them.

After several demonstrations and instructions, the assistant teacher was busy for a while, and Wang Jin pretended to say: "Everyone is very smart and has mastered the basic boxing techniques. Who is willing to fight with me next?"

The students were eager to try, but they didn't dare to step forward easily.

Although the quasi-warrior was not a warrior, they were not able to compete with him. They were in awe of him from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Jin randomly picked a few people, and the students who were picked were excited to go on stage, and were knocked down in a few moves.

Wang Jin made a full gesture, then looked at Jiang Mingyang and said, "This student, you come and try."

"Damn it, you finally stopped pretending."

Jiang Mingyang disdainfully complained in his heart, and wanted to start fighting immediately, but his reason was still clear.

"Instructor Wang, your HP is over 60, right? Mine is only over 40, with a difference of over 20. There's no point in fighting like this."

Jiang Mingyang suppressed his restlessness and asked with a slightly hoarse voice. Wang Jin was slightly startled, and then said proudly: "My HP is 71.

It is precisely because of the crushing advantage that I can accurately grasp the degree.

You must have practical experience and be prepared to fight against the wind to prepare for the Wuda assessment!"

"I can definitely get into Wuda, and I have no shortage of practical experience, so forget about the fight."

Jiang Mingyang was both disdainful and arrogant, and had no intention of sparring at all. Wang Jin's face suddenly looked like that.

He wanted to destroy Jiang Mingyang, but the method must be reasonable. If Jiang Mingyang didn't fight, he really had no choice.

It was not a solution to attack in secret, but if the Wu'an Bureau knew that he killed civilians, his life would be completely over.

The best way now is to accidentally injure him during the sparring, even if it is very far-fetched, but at least it is justifiable.

Jiang Mingyang refused to accept the challenge, and the students were confused. Wang Jin glanced at the teaching assistants, and the two teaching assistants immediately understood.

"Boy, warriors are not cowards.

Look at your cowardly look. Instructor Wang said that you have a sense of propriety, but you are still hesitant. You are such a sissy."

"You dare not accept the challenge even when the teacher teaches you, and you still boast that you can be admitted to Wuhan University. I really don't know where you get the confidence from."

The two teaching assistants sang the same tune, and Wang Jin seemed to have not heard it. Instead, he walked outside the team and was in a daze.

The hint was very obvious. You guys made trouble first, and he would end it.

All the students could see that he was obviously picking on Wang Jin, but no one stood up to speak.

This was Wentian Hall, and Wang Jin was the instructor of Wentian Hall. They couldn't afford to offend either side.

No matter why they were picking on Jiang Mingyang, it had nothing to do with them.

Facing the provocation of the assistant, Jiang Mingyang looked normal, but his heart was as violent as a beast, wishing to tear everyone in front of him to pieces.

Jiang Mingyang could completely ignore this kind of low-level sarcasm. I don't know what happened today.

He tried his best to stay calm, but there was always a voice in his heart that tempted him to make a big fuss without any scruples, and the more he suppressed the idea, the crazier it became.

"Boy, come on, come on, since you don't have the courage to practice with Instructor Wang, then practice with me first..."

"Pah!"

Suddenly, Jiang Mingyang's body was violent, and the assistant was slapped in the face before he finished speaking.

The assistant covered his face and was stunned on the spot, the students took a breath of cold air, but Wang Jin was ecstatic.

The situation was much better than he expected. Jiang Mingyang hurt someone, so it was reasonable for him to hit him hard.

The two teachers outside the field were very anxious and wanted to go on the field to stop Jiang Mingyang, but their bodies were like glued and couldn't move at all.

"Why are you in such a hurry? The show has just begun, and we can't let you mess it up."

Duan Qing smiled charmingly, and the school doctor shook his head helplessly, looking at the dojo again.

"You bastard, you dare to hurt someone in Wentian Hall!"

The assistant teacher was almost mad. He didn't expect that Jiang Mingyang would dare to slap him in the face like a son in front of so many people.

Wentian Hall stomped its feet, and the whole Donglin City would tremble. Even if he was just an assistant teacher, he was not someone that poor students could offend.

Pah!

Jiang Mingyang slapped him hard again as if he was provoking.