Global Cataclysm: My Martial Arts Practice Automatically

Zhong Ming's team had a good harvest today. After planning for a long time, they finally succeeded in ambushing a nest of black frogs and gained a full 200,000 record points.

On the way back to the fortress, the team members were very excited.

Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to have such a large harvest during the day.

Wild beasts are nocturnal, and they have certain hiding methods and awareness of escape, which makes hunting more and more difficult.

If it is a head-to-head confrontation, humans must have a great advantage in the wilderness area in the territory.

But alien beasts won't give them such an opportunity, so it is not easy to get 200,000 record points in one day.

"Cousin, how's it going, you're fine with us, right? You've almost broken through to a martial artist in half a month."

"Today's trip, you will be able to get 2,000 credits." Huang Mao pulled Zhanxiong, still boasting in high spirits.

Zhanxiong smiled bitterly to himself, it was really difficult to refute his cousin in person.

Two thousand credits?

Oh, after a hard day's work, the credit is not much worse than the rest of the team, but only 1%.

He didn't dare to tell Huang Mao that Lu Chong's Eighty-Seven team had gained more than 100,000 record points every day, and everyone could get tens of thousands of credits.

Compared with his classmates, he was poor and pitiful.

"If I hadn't rejected Lu Chong at the beginning, now..." Zhanxiong sighed secretly, knowing that his thoughts were useless now.

That team could no longer tolerate itself.

"What is the Eight or Seven Team, how is it recently, are you too scared to enter the wilderness?" Huang Mao asked with a teasing smile.

Since the last unpleasantness, the two teams have not encountered each other again, so Huang Mao and the others don't know the current situation of the Eight Seven teams.

And Zhanxiong, the only one who knew the situation, was too embarrassed to mention it.

"Shut up." At this time, Zhong Chuyun, who had already entered the fortress to inquire, suddenly snorted coldly, looking up at the team in the bottom column of the light screen.

"Number 100 on the monthly list, Team 87, from Jiangnan Wuda, Captain Lu Chong?!"

One of the team members' eyes almost popped out, "How is this possible?"

Huang Mao also noticed the place following the eyes of others at this time, and was dumbfounded for a while, "This... Is this really them?"

Zhanxiong's eyes widened, but his eyes were a little empty, and his heart was full of unpleasant feelings.

I knew that Team Eight Seven had gained a lot, but I didn't expect it to be in the top 100 of the monthly rankings so quickly.

This is the total ranking of the teams entering the third-level wilderness area in the country. It is not necessary to say how high the gold content is.

Although his Zhongming team currently ranks 29th on the monthly list, their players are all experienced hunters.

Also, most of the team members are martial artists.

Another point, Lu Chong's 87th team started to enter the wilderness on the 17th of this month.

In other words, it only took half a month for this newly established freshman team to defeat the vast majority of teams in the country and make it to the monthly ranking.

Thinking of this, Zhanxiong felt more and more lost, as if he had missed the best opportunity.

Huang Mao seemed to be aware of it, regained his composure, patted Zhanxiong and said, "Don't think too much, it's no big deal. No matter how much progress they make, their current strength is still not as good as us."

"Also, we are also making progress, but we won't be caught up by them because they are young." Huang Mao seemed to have some truth in what he said.

"Go!" Zhong Chuyun's voice was a little cold. After handing over the harvest of the day, he quickly left with someone.

He knows best how much it means that the freshmen team has been on the monthly record list for half a month.

What's more, among this group of freshmen, there is only one martial artist, and the rest are just martial artists.

...

The second floor of a villa on the mountainside in the Jiangnan University Student Villa Area, Wen Ren Jinghong stared at the light screen on the wall, his sexy lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of charming colors.

"Have you seen it? Yanzi, our little brother, took a group of warriors and entered the monthly ranking of the third-level district in only half a month."

Wen Ren Jinghong shifted his gaze and looked at Liu Feiyan, who was meditating and practicing on the balcony.

Liu Feiyan's eyes were facing the seascape in the distance, but her eyes were tightly closed, her whole body was boiling with qi and blood, and she continued to have pure energy entering her body from all directions.

After another long breath, Liu Feiyan woke up from the practice, opened his eyes, and said coldly, "It's really good."

"Unfortunately, he is still too weak for us, and he can't keep up with this year's martial arts competition." Liu Feiyan continued.

Wen Ren Jinghong nestled himself on the soft sofa, and laid his long white legs on the coffee table. He said indifferently, "The school martial arts competition is only a temporary event."

"What I care about is his potential in the future. If he can be drawn into the Jinghong team or into our family, it will definitely be a big help for me."

Liu Feiyan turned around, drank a large glass of white wine on the coffee table, left a sentence and went downstairs.

"However, he doesn't seem to be interested in you."

"You... ugh!"

Wen Renjinghong was speechless when he was choked, doesn't this Yanzi know how to save some face for others?

...

Beijing, North China Martial Arts University.

Zhao Yuntian had just returned from the slaughter in the third-level wilderness area in the suburbs, and he was covered in blood.

He temporarily followed his sophomores to hunt animals in the wilderness, but his performance in the wilderness area was as good as any of the team members.

Even the captain who had reached the fifth rank of martial masters was full of praise for him, saying that his strength was not inferior to his own.

"The third rank of martial arts master, I will be able to reach the fourth rank of martial arts master by the time of the National University Student Martial Arts Competition."

Zhao Yuntian was high-spirited, "Lu Chong, this time, I hope you have the opportunity to participate and let me compete again."

At this time, a team member beside him suddenly exclaimed, "Eighty-seven team, a team completely formed by the freshmen of Jiangnan Wuda freshman, made it to the monthly list?"

"This captain, Lu Chong, won't be the last time..." Halfway through, the player couldn't continue.

After all, Zhao Yuntian, who was defeated by Lu Chong, was by his side.

Zhao Yuntian's eyes were slightly red, and he stared at the name on the screen.

"Yuntian, are you okay?" the captain asked.

"Captain, I'm going to practice." Zhao Yuntian lowered his head, left quickly, and went straight to the school's secret room of Yuanneng.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, I'm even stronger!"

...

Not only the two schools in the north and the south, but also the major universities in the country, various civil organizations, families, martial arts halls, and even people from the government and the military have noticed this group of rising stars on this day.

This is not an exaggeration, because every new team or individual on the monthly record list will receive attention from all parties.

What's more, it's a team completely formed by freshmen.

Even Principal Wei, who was far away in Guan Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School, called out Principal Fang for a drink because of this, and sighed happily, "This kid is still such a great leader."

At this time, Lu Chong is helping his teammates to sprint into the realm of martial arts.