Immortality Cultivation Era

After entering the small room, the moment the door closed the door, he shouted with a scorpion.

"Look what! You can't get in!"

The faces of those teachers showed a helpless look.

This big Confucian does have learning, but the same, the temper is really stinking, and speaking is never to give anyone face.

When the door of the small room was closed, Gao Ge suddenly remembered something and looked at the back of the building, and asked: "Mr. Lou, my teacher, is your disciple?"

"Yes." Lou Zhoutian turned his face and looked at him.

"In this case, why is Mr. Liu being crowded out at Xiu Xian College, but you are standing by?" Gao Ge explained.

His understanding of the building's Sunday is not a lot, but one thing is certain.

Even if they are the big ones in the Dragon Pavilion, they need to hold disciples when they see the building.

This is just enough, it is enough to walk across the building in China on Sunday.

"What do you think is because?"

"The younger generation doesn't know..."

"When someone drowns, you want to pull him up, but he doesn't want to extend his hand to you. How can you?" Lou Zhoutian shook his head. "But it, no, at this time, you Let's take a look at it. Is there any martial arts here that is suitable for you?"

Gao Ge nodded and did not ask.

Lou Zhoutian has already indicated that the attitude is not willing to say, in this case, if Gaoge still asks questions, it seems too unreasonable.

In this small room, there is only a row of small bookshelves, and there are also marks on the bookshelf, but the labels are just a word carved on the wooden sign.

"world."

Only divided into these two.

Gao Ge was only hesitating for a short time, then he woke up.

He turned his face and looked at the building on Sunday, and asked: "Mr. Lou, here, are the martial arts at the heavenly and prefecture level?"

"Rare and strange." Lou Zhoutian did not have a good air.

Singing loudly and gasping.

The mood is hard to calm down.

We must know that many of the sects that stand in the rivers and lakes are based on a heavenly heart, and the Xiajia of Songcheng is regarded as the first-class in the ancient Wu family. But it’s just thunder punch.

Now, all of them are placed at the heavenly level and at the prefecture level. If you can learn it yourself, can you cross the world?

"Every martial arts needs basic foundation." Lou Zhoutian coughed and said to Gao Ge, "especially the heavenly heart, the non-Guwu master can not learn, what strength are you now?"

"Probably... still practice the atmosphere." Gao Ge said.

“Oh.” Lou Zhoutian laughed. “So, do you still think that the outside martial arts is not enough for you to learn?”

Gao Ge finally understands that the purpose of bringing him to the building here is nothing more than to use the most direct method to make himself hit the south wall.

but!

The high song is the kind of knowing the man... Oh no, the person who knows the difficulty!

In fact, in the final analysis, Gaoge is not willing to miss a good thing, just in Broken Longshan.

"You can only stay here for three hours. After three hours, I will take you out." After saying this, Lou Zhoutian stood up and went out and closed the door.

Three hours, that is, six hours.

Six hours is enough to do a lot of things.

But for the current high song, six hours is really too little!

Six hours, what is enough?

Can't know if you can read a few martial arts!

In this small room, Gao Ge also saw Xia Jia’s thunder boxing, which surprised him.

"It seems that almost all the martial arts of all the family schools in China are included here!" Gao Ge was filled with emotion.

Here, the merits of the Dragon Pavilion must have been indispensable. Even if no one said that Gao Ge can think of it, otherwise, can the family and the martial art be so obedient and send martial arts?

Even if their children go to school, it is impossible! After all, these martial arts are the foundation of their family, the foundation of each family and martial art!

When the singer entered the small room, many teachers left the library and went straight to the principal's room.

The entire college has been blown up!

"Predecessors, how can you let an ordinary student who entered the college soon, enter the most important martial arts hall of our school?"

"Yes! This is absolutely impossible!"

"Also ask the seniors to open the door, let me wait for him to come out!"

There is also a group of teachers who will be surrounded by the sun on the floor of the building, and shouted at the scorpion.

The building suddenly squinted at the scene, and those people subconsciously stepped back.

Only the shadow of the name tree of the blame.

Although Zhou Zhoutian is a Confucianism, no one can deny the strength of this old gentleman.

"Since the principal of Gongsun has asked me to be the owner of the library, then the things in this library are naturally what I have to say. What do I need to do to explain to you? If so, please come to the headmaster of Gongsun. I am confronted with him!" Probably I feel that these people are noisy, and I feel impatient when I listen to the building, and finally I can't help but speak.

Everyone waits and looks at each other.

"Older predecessors, you have to know that the kid is just a student of the eight-year class. Even if you let him in, it makes no sense to him!" Qin teacher, who was in a class, suddenly said.

Lou Zhoutian laughed and said: "If this is the case, then what are you worried about? Anyway, he will not learn anything when he goes in. Why bother?"

Teacher Qin was stunned by Lou Zhoutian’s words, and he couldn’t say anything.

Even if she was already angry at the extreme, she did not dare to yell at the building on Sunday, and say anything that is not respected.

"Principal Gongsun is here!" Someone suddenly said loudly.

Everyone looked toward him, a middle-aged man in a black coat, followed by a group of people, who are coming towards this side.

The building was still sitting on a lounge chair on Sunday, without any intention to get up.

The grandson smiled and walked to the building on Sunday, kneeling on the ground.

"What's the matter, Gongsun Xiaozi, is it going to clean up my old things?" Lou Zhoutian said with a squint.

"That will not, you are the pinnacle of our college, I can change this principal, you can't." Gongsun said with a serious face.

“Oh.” Lou Zhoutian snorted. “Since it’s okay, why bother to be quiet?”

Gongsun Moyang waved his hand and dispelled the teachers around him. Then he whispered, "Well, you are optimistic about the kid?"

"Nothing is optimistic, not optimistic, just squinting and not wanting him to go astray." Lou Zhoutian said, "Small age, but the eyes are low, the Xuan-level yellow martial arts can not enter his eyes, simply take him Going to the Wuji Pavilion to see it can also dispel his thoughts as soon as possible."

The grandson is quiet and happy.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at the old man and read too much in this life, but there is no way to teach people to lie." Gongsun is amused, "I can't think of a way to dispel his thoughts. I can't think of the old man." One?"

"Have you seen the old scholars do not make sense?" Lou Zhoutian suddenly asked.

Gongsun Mo Yang shook his head and shook his head.

"That now makes you see and see." Lou Zhoutian got up from the chair and straightened his waist. He shouted with a scorpion. "I am happy! Love you!"

Gongsun Moyang: "..."