After leaving the ring, Xu Jun smiled and said, "Brother Li, I have good time control, right? Haha, don't shake your head, I saw the signal you gave me."
Li Qiankun was confused and said, "What signal?"
Xu Jun was stunned and said in surprise, "When I looked at you, didn't you wink at me?"
Li Qiankun was dumbfounded.
Blink?
Damn, you look at things for a long time, don't you need to blink?
However, facing Xu Jun's question, he still took a long breath and said, "Brother Xu is right, I was giving you a signal. But I didn't expect that you could still pay attention in such a fierce battle." Xu Jun
was about to speak, but his watch rang at an inopportune time.
"Brother, you won, great."
"Come over quickly, let's have dinner to celebrate."
Xu Jun smiled and nodded his watch, and said goodbye to Li Qiankun and left.
There were only four games in the morning. When Xu Jun stepped down, the audience left one after another.
Let's not talk about the family dinner celebration at noon. Xu Jun also went to the scene to watch the four games in the afternoon.
Then, he was completely relieved.
Among all the contestants, Deng Le from Foshan Martial Arts School was worth watching.
As for the others, they were just extras. Xu Jun believed that if there was no agreement between the martial arts schools, then one sword strike would definitely make them kneel down and call him daddy on the spot.
...
...
On Monday, Xu Jun entered the school as usual.
However, the moment he stepped into the classroom, he immediately felt a completely different look from everyone.
Fang Jian came over, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Old Xu, it's amazing." "
What's amazing?"
"Your performance in the ring is really amazing." Fang Jian clapped his hands and sighed, with a look of admiration on his face: "That's a peak acquired martial artist, but you fooled him around. It's so amazing."
"Yes, yes, Xu Jun, you are really amazing."
"Xu Jun, how did you practice kendo? Can you teach us?" A female classmate asked delicately.
The others immediately pricked up their ears, and the scene became quiet.
Xu Jun spread his hands and said, "My understanding of kendo is gained through sword practice. I can practice sword with you, but this thing... I really can't teach it."
He was definitely not lying. Every time he went to the other world to see little Xu Jun, he realized the realm of kendo after watching him practice sword.
There was a sudden wailing in the class.
However, everyone also knew that Xu Jun was not lying.
The realm of kendo is different from the boxing, swordsmanship, swordsmanship and other routines of martial arts.
Routines can be taught, and the exercises for the circulation of qi and blood can also be taught.
But the realm is like inspiration, too mysterious.
You understand it, and it is natural to understand it.
But when you don't understand, no matter how you explain it, you still don't understand it.
Some people understand liberal arts mathematics at a glance, learn it once, and can draw inferences from one example.
But some people are confused no matter how they learn, and feel that they have been abandoned by God.
The realm of kendo is also the same.
"Xu Jun, can we spar with you when we go to the martial arts department?" another female classmate asked expectantly. "
Of course." Xu Jun smiled and said, "You are welcome anytime."
Everyone exchanged glances, and they were all eager to try.
This is Xiantian, although it is only Jiandao Xiantian, but Xiantian is Xiantian.
The experience of fighting against the Xiantian is not something that ordinary people can easily get. Even though they all knew that they would definitely lose if they went on the field, no one wanted to give up.
Because this might be their only chance to compete with the Xiantian openly in school.
They couldn't possibly go to Class 1 and challenge those two Xiantians.
Even if they went there shamelessly, the other people in Class 1 would never allow it.
The classroom was in chaos, and when it came to the free activities of the martial arts department today, people who challenged Xu Jun immediately lined up.
Xu Jun accepted everyone and played with his classmates.
For him, fighting with classmates of the second and third levels of strength was really just a joke.
After the end, Liu Yang asked the others to disperse and kept Xu Jun.
"Xu Jun, after the Youth Martial Arts Cup is over, you'd better not participate in this kind of martial arts competition organized by society."
Xu Jun was startled and asked in confusion: "Why?"
Liu Yang smiled and said: "As a student, the most important thing is to practice hard in the future with a solid foundation. Look at He Zhichao and Liu Xuanyue, they have never participated in social competitions."
After a pause, he said: "It's not just our school, the guy from No. 1 Middle School is the same."
Xu Jun raised his eyebrows slightly.
No. 1 Middle School.
That is a name that can never be avoided in the high school world of Zixia City.
It can be said that at the right age, the real first-class seedlings are almost all recruited by No. 1 Middle School.
This history has at least been hundreds of years.
He Zhichao and Liu Xuanyue are an exception.
And No. 1 Middle School has lived up to expectations. Every class of students can crush their peers from other schools.
Even now, there is no exception.
In addition to students who practice immortality, No. 1 Middle School also has innate students, and the number is far more than No. 3 Middle School.
Among them, the guy that Teacher Liu Yang mentioned was Jin Languang, the strongest Xiantian student in No. 1 Middle School. He was also a sword cultivator.
Since he entered school, he has defeated everyone in the first two years. Even the two Xiantians of No. 3 Middle School have been defeated repeatedly and have never won a game.
After Liu Yang's explanation, Xu Jun finally understood the truth.
The ultimate goal of students is to be admitted to a good university.
Among them, the most desirable one is undoubtedly the three major Taoist palaces.
And what students fear most is taking a detour and getting injured during their practice.
Under the supervision and guidance of the teacher, the possibility of taking a detour is actually not great.
But if you are unlucky, the probability of getting into trouble in practice or getting injured in a fight with others is a little higher.
As for the martial arts competitions in society...
In terms of real combat ability and experience, the Xiantian students are still fundamentally different from those Xiantians in society who are used to being fierce and bloody.
Although the potential and future of the former are far better than the latter.
But the consequences of fighting at this time are hard to describe.
After Liu Yang explained, he said seriously: "For students, safety comes first. If you get hurt accidentally and your condition is affected, it would be a loss of the greater for the smaller." After
hearing this, Xu Jun nodded solemnly and said: "Teacher Liu, I understand. After the Youth Martial Arts Cup is over, I will not participate in similar social competitions."
Liu Yang said with relief: "Okay, oh, by the way, He Zhichao from Class 1 wants to compete with you, what do you think?"
He Zhichao?
Xu Jun's heart moved slightly. He had seen the innate in society.
Then, the innate among students is really something to look forward to.
(End of this chapter)