Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Zhao Wumian was practicing Wensheng Fist meticulously, while Kong Xu next to him was standing up Hunyuan Zhuang Kung Fu.

Just as Zhao Wumian was immersed in the continuous +1 proficiency in the attribute panel, a noisy sound got closer and closer.

"I heard that the teacher asked us to spar with a fledgling disciple this time. Did he offend the teacher?"

A handsome-looking young man wearing white training clothes and looking young asked the tall man with dark red skin next to him.

"Who knows what the situation is. Anyway, the teacher said that as long as someone can defeat him at the same level for a week in a row, he will accept that person as a registered disciple."

The tall man with dark red skin is named Wu Tao. He is one of the best in cultivation among the group. He has been here ever since he got the news. Unfortunately, he has already broken through to the early stage of Ming Jin.

"Even if you can't become the teacher's registered disciple, with Brother Tao's talent of becoming Ming Jin at the age of sixteen, you will be able to make a name for yourself sooner or later."

A tall, thin boy with sinister eyebrows and sly eyes next to him complimented.

After Wu Tao listened, although he said nothing, his flying eyebrows betrayed his inner thoughts.

"Hmph, is it just based on his initial strength of Mingjin? Or is it based on his talent that he can't even enter Mingjin after six years of hard training?"

A young man with long hair next to him said sarcastically.

"Wang Yanqing, what's so great about you? You've just broken through the middle stage of Ming Jin. Give me some time and I'll catch up with you soon."

Wu Tao clenched his fists and answered in a low voice, like a crazy little beast.

"Huh, stupid." Wang Yanqing didn't bother to compete with the idiot in front of him.

He only came into contact with martial arts when he was 12 years old. It only took him three years to enter Mingjin, another year to gain a foothold in Mingjin, and he broke through to the middle stage of Mingjin in half a year of studying with Kong Lingkui.

This talent can indeed be called a genius.

Finally, a group of people arrived in front of the martial arts performance hall.

"Senior Brother Kong Xu, we are here."

Wang Yanqing, Wu Tao and others stood in a row and shouted in unison to Kong Xu.

"Well, wait a moment, the master will be here soon, and then we will start sparring."

Kong Xu stopped playing around in front of Zhao Wumian and said in a dignified manner.

Zhao Wumian also stopped practicing Wen Sheng Quan at this time, and now his Wen Sheng Quan is only one step away from one hundred points of proficiency.

I think I can raise it to 100 points soon during sparring.

Zhao Wumian had just finished finishing his exercises when he heard the loud voices of the students shouting.

"Hello teacher, xxx wants to say hello to you."

It turned out that Kong Lingkui had already arrived at the martial arts hall and was next to Zhao Wumian in just a few steps.

"Well, hello everyone, I would like to introduce you to the new members today, who will also be your training partners for the next students below Ming Jin." Kong Lingkui patted Zhao Wumian on the shoulder and spoke aloud.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Wumian."

Zhao Wumian briefly told his name, then kept silent and retreated behind Kong Lingkui.

"What's going on with this Zhao Wumian? He's so annoying." Wu Tao frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

"Why is this man still wearing a black training uniform? I didn't see everyone including Master Kong wearing white."

The handsome young man was also very unhappy with Zhao Wumian.

"This person obviously knew in advance that today's training would be held, and he was still practicing Wen Sheng Fist there before the game started. If he hadn't been cramming, he might be a strong opponent in the future."

Wang Yanqing has a good impression of Zhao Wumian, and he can obviously feel that Zhao Wumian's status is extraordinary.

"Is this the Zhao Wumian that dad asked me to fawn over? It does look a bit extraordinary."

Li Feiyang thought of his father's instructions and looked at Zhao Wumian with great concern.

"Now Ming Jin and above are training in pairs. Ming Jin and below will wait for my arrangements."

Kong Lingkui said, then stood up and jumped off the ring.

The first ones to come on stage are the middle-stage Mingjin students with the highest cultivation levels among the students present.

Wang Yanqing and a young man who looked very dull.

This was the first time for Zhao Wumian to see warriors competing, and he stared at the two of them intently.

"It would be great if Jiongjiong Youshen is still here, so that I can watch their battles more clearly, and learn from experience to improve myself." Zhao Wumian was secretly sad in his heart.

After some probing, the two people in Taichung began to punch and kick.

The power of Ming Jin in the middle stage is undoubtedly revealed, and the strength between the fists and feet is clearly audible.

"Their proficiency in Wen Sheng Quan is higher than mine, but not much higher. It is about the level of a minor in Wen Sheng Quan, but their strength is at least twice that of mine."

Zhao Wumian assessed the gap between himself and them.

Soon the battle between Wang Yanqing and the dull boy came to an end.

"Although I have also broken through to the middle stage of Ming Jin, there is still a big gap compared with Lu You. Unfortunately, we can only use Wen Sheng Fist in the competition here, otherwise the outcome is still uncertain."

Wang Yanqing was filled with thoughts, and he concentrated all his strength on his thighs, then jumped up high and kicked towards Lu You with a flying kick.

Lu You did not dodge, but vigorously pushed away Wang Yanqing's flying legs, then stepped forward, grabbed Wang Yanqing and threw him out.

Wang Yanqing rolled to the ground, and even Zhao Wumian could hear his violent breathing clearly.

"I give up, Lu You, have you improved your iron cloth shirt again?" Wang Yanqing said, and walked out of the ring panting.

Lu nodded and gestured to Kong Lingkui to clasp his fists, and also walked off the ring.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining four Mingjin mid-termers also came on stage to compete.

You come and go, punching and kicking, Zhao Wumian's heart is burning.

At this time, Wu Tao also started a duel with a young man with slender arms.

Wu Tao was born in a family of blacksmiths. Although his martial arts talent was average and his progress in martial arts was slow, he was born with supernatural power. Moreover, he had practiced a lot of blacksmithing and had excellent control over his strength.

This is also the origin of his black and red skin. His overall strength is definitely one of the best among the students in the early days of Ming Jin.

As soon as the battle began, Wu Tao severely suppressed the boy with slender arms opposite him.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Tao did not directly use his natural power to eliminate the boy, but continued to use Wen Sheng Fist to collide with the boy.

Finally, the young man ran out of energy and was knocked to the ground by Wu Tao's lunge and punch.

"Brother Tao is mighty." The tall and thin boy in the audience shouted immediately when he saw his boss showing off his might.

The young man with slender arms climbed up with all his strength, gritted his teeth and glanced at Wu Tao, then turned and walked off the stage.

Wu Tao also walked down the ring triumphantly, and when passing by Zhao Wumian, he whispered provocatively.

"I wonder if you dare to give me a fight when you break through Ming Jin?"

Zhao Wumian didn't expect that he could be provoked even though he was watching the competition calmly, so he raised his eyebrows and replied in a low voice.

"It's all right, I'm just afraid that you will be scared when you see me break through Ming Jin."

Wu Tao glared and thought that Kong Lingkui was nearby, so he just snorted coldly and prepared to wait for Zhao Wumian to break through the early stage of Ming Jin and teach him a lesson.