Chapter 413 Give You 2 Choices

"Get up first!"

Sun Mo knew the young man in front of him.

Honest person participated in the battle hall assessment for the first time, and he was the one who defeated him, and then he was able to stay in school, which was a life-changing opportunity.

In the second game three months later, the two bumped into each other again. After all, they were also a pair of enemies.

These two experiences have greatly increased Qi Shengjia's confidence, and it is his happiest and most dazzling memory in the past ten years.

But for Peng Wanli, it was an unbearable nightmare. He was originally a top student and was recruited by several one-star teachers, but after two consecutive defeats, he has become a laughing stock.

The first time he lost, he could be careless, but after the second time, even Peng Wanli felt ashamed, knowing that he was really inferior to Qi Shengjia.

And the initiator of all this was Sun Mo.

Instead of getting up, Peng Wanli lowered his body lower. He had inquired about Qi Shengjia who often went to the villa where Sun Mo lived to receive his private lessons.

This shows that the two have a good relationship.

Peng Wanli felt that Sun Mo might perfunctory himself because of Qi Shengjia. After all, that person also earned him face.

"stand up!"

Sun Mo's tone intensified: "You are young, don't have so many dark thoughts, even if you are not a student of Zhongzhou University, as long as I can do it, I will guide you."

Sun Mo can be regarded as a man of two generations. Peng Wanli's thoughts are too good to guess, but he thinks that Qi Shengjia's strength has grown by leaps and bounds under his guidance, so he also wants to let himself guide him, and then defeat the honest man and find it again. face?

"teacher!"

Peng Wanli's voice trembled, his face full of fear.

"If you don't get up, just kneel!"

Sun Mo turned around and left.

"teacher!"

Peng Wanli was startled, he got up quickly, chased two steps, and worried about making Sun Mo angry, so he froze in place, hunched slightly, like a prisoner waiting for a judge's trial, uneasy.

Don't look at Sun Mo, who doesn't even have a star rating.

It has only been half a year since he became a teacher, but he is now the most famous teacher in Zhongzhou University, and after winning the championship this time, Liu Mubai's limelight has already overshadowed him.

How dare Peng Wanli be slow?

"If I remember correctly, you practiced the Eighteen Arhats, right? Hit it once!"

Sun Mo ordered.

"Follow...follow orders!"

After Peng Wanli finished speaking, he started boxing. He had performed in front of other teachers before, but he was not nervous this time.

Done!

I am done!

After playing two tricks, Peng Wanli's face was ashen, because he was too worried and nervous, his hands and feet were shaking, and his usual skilled tricks were not in place.

"Peng Wanli!"

Sun Mo reprimanded.

Snapped!

Peng Wanli stood up straight, not daring to move!

"The students are here!"

"The Eighteen Palms of the Arhat means that the body is like an Arhat, and with the hands of power, he can cut off evil karma, remove sins, subdue dragons and tigers, and make the world no longer injustice!"

Sun Mo's tone was serious: "You are not determined and your punches are unstable, how can you show the majesty of Luohan?"

"Students...students..."

Peng Wanli's eyes wandered, and he didn't even dare to look at Sun Mo.

"look at me!"

Sun Mo growled.

Peng Wanli raised his head and looked at Sun Mo. His eyes, like the stars in the night sky, were deep, bright, charming, and exuded an aura of determination.

"If you want to hit the eighteen palms of the Arhat, you have to let yourself get rid of all distracting thoughts and imagine yourself as an Arhat!"

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it doesn't matter if you lose face or not!"

"What's important is the punch I'm going to hit right now!"

Sun Mo was bitter, and Jin Yuliang also broke out.

A golden light radiated with Sun Mo as the center.

There were all commotions all around, because there were more than a dozen people who came here today, squatting in the dark, and wanted to beg Sun Mo for guidance.

Radiated by Jin Yu's good words, Peng Wanli's spirit was lifted, and he felt a hint of enlightenment. It was like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the haze in his heart that had been turbulent for many days.

"The reason why I lost was that my practice was not proficient enough!"

Peng Wanli sighed.

"..."

Sun Mo was silent. In fact, he wanted to say that it wasn't.

Through the divine insight technique, he has obtained Peng Wanli's data.

At the age of sixteen, he has practiced the seventh level of body training and practiced the eighteen palms of Arhat.

Power 9, the best among its peers.

Intelligence 5, average, enough.

Agility 7, for you, is not a strong point, but it is not a shortcoming either.

Will 1, the peak once reached 8, and now the will is depressed, like a lost lamb.

...

Potential value, medium!

Remarks, I couldn't find a way forward, and Qi Shengjia's mentality was completely overwhelmed.

Remarks, in the refining equipment, or have excellent talent, yet to be investigated.

Sun Mo has seen quite a few students in the past six months. In addition, he is also very intelligent, diligent and eager to learn. He knows how to sum up experience, so even if there is no divine insight to give an answer, he can still judge Peng Wanli's situation. What is the problem.

To put it bluntly, it is mediocre qualifications.

When he first entered the school, Peng Wanli was precocious, intelligent, and diligent, so his strength improved quickly, but as other students became enlightened and caught up, the disadvantage of his aptitude became apparent.

To put it simply, Peng Wanli set off before the others when running long distances, but as those geniuses started to set off, he would be quickly caught up.

This is a talent problem, there is no way.

Honest person's talent is not good either, but he worked hard enough, and he practiced twice as much every day as Peng Wanli. In addition, Sun Mo used ancient massage techniques and spring water giant medicine bags to help him recuperate his body. He cultivated in the Temple of the Wind King, and only then defeated Peng Wanli.

But even so, Qi Shengjia was beaten to death against Xuanyuan Po, and he might even be unable to defeat Bai Wu.

There is indeed room for improvement in Peng Wanli's Eighteen Palms of Arhat, but even if he finally achieves the perfection, what's the use?

The ceiling is there!

Seeing that Sun Mo didn't speak, Peng Wanli's heart sank, and then he showed a worried look: "Old...Teacher, am I right?"

"What is your ideal?"

Sun Mo changed the subject.

"ideal?"

Peng Wanli murmured, "Enter the battle hall?"

"That's just the goal!"

Sun Mo shook his head.

"I...I didn't think about it!"

Peng Wanli lowered his head. A few years ago, he followed his father in the city to make iron for others. He made a living by this. When he was recruiting students at Zhongzhou University, he tried it out, passed the assessment unexpectedly, and then went to school. .

"By the way, my father said that if I practice well, I won't have to live a hard life in the future, and I can eat big meat and white rice all at once."

"In the past few years, you have actually just followed the trend, eating, cultivating, and sleeping every day. Haven't you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Sun Mo asked with a smile and slowed down.

"Come, come and sit!"

Sun Mo took a few steps forward and sat on the slope by the lake.

Peng Wanli was a little flattered. He actually thought about it. He wanted to live in a big house, marry a beautiful wife, have a litter of fat boys, and inherit the lineage, but it was too vulgar, how dare he say it.

"Let me ask you another way, what do you like to do?"

Sun Mo began to talk.

He scolded Peng Wanli just now to correct his state of mind, but now he finds that this can't fundamentally solve the problem.

In his bones, Peng Wanli seemed to lack a bit of obsession with practicing qigong.

What is obsession?

Like Qi Shengjia, if his body can hold up, he will train to death!

"Forge a peerless sword!"

This time, Peng Wanli blurted out, he remembered when he was a child, when he saw the birth of a spirit sword outside the blacksmith shop of Master Zhang in Jinling.

Until now, he would often dream of that sword!

Master Zhang also became famous for casting that spirit-level long sword.

"As for me, I have two suggestions. First, if you want to improve your strength, then replace the eighteen palms of Arhat, and try to find a higher-grade exercise, preferably boxing!"

Sun Mo opened his mouth. To tell the truth, Peng Wanli was a bit crooked when he practiced his palms, because he couldn't exert his ultimate strength.

Peng Wanli was silent. Finding a new exercise was easier said than done. Moreover, this Arhat Eighteen Palms, he practiced for more than four years, just gave up, how to count the wasted time?

Speaking of which, Peng Wanli was lucky, because a one-star famous teacher instructed him to choose this palm technique. Otherwise, according to his preference, he must have practiced swordsmanship, and he would not even be able to use half of his current strength. Yes, I might drop out of school early.

"Second, let's put aside the practice first, go to the Refining Department of the Zhongzhou Academy, learn a few things, and create a few small things, maybe you will develop new interests!"

Sun Mo suggested.

"But...but I have no money!"

Peng Wanli looked embarrassed.

Of course, there was a deeper reason. The students who just joined the Refining Department all started out as handymen. No matter how poor Peng Wanli was, he was also a fifth grader. If he did something for a freshman in the lower grades, he wouldn't be able to save his face.

"Aren't you being laughed at now?"

Sun Mo asked back, seeing Peng Wanli's expression, he knew what he was thinking.

"I know I was wrong!"

Peng Wanli's face was sullen.

"Go to the logistics department tomorrow and get 10,000 taels of silver!"

Sun Mo arranged: "Then give you three months to build whatever you want!"

"what?"

Peng Wanli's eyes were dull, which means several things.

"You don't need to pay this money back, but I need you to come up with the finished product after three months, even if you end up with a bunch of scraps, you will give it to me!"

Sun Mo explained, "Can you do it?"

"This...how is this possible?"

Peng Wanli stammered, it was 10,000 taels. For this kind of family, it was a huge sum of money, but there seemed to be a flame in his heart that suddenly ignited, igniting his dream of casting a sword. .

"To shut up!"

"Answer me, can you do it?"

"Yes, I will go to the logistics department to collect money tomorrow, no, I will find you a heaven-level boxing technique!"

Sun Mo questioned repeatedly.

The students around, when they heard this, couldn't help exclaiming.

"Heaven-level cultivation technique? This guy has earned it!"

"Do you still need to think about it? It must be a selection method!"

"Don't say 10,000 taels of silver, it's just 10,000 taels of gold. In front of the heaven-level exercises, it's nothing!"

The students murmured, suddenly regretting why they hadn't rushed out earlier.

Teacher Sun Mo, you are really good at talking!

Ding!

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