Chapter 139: Three Bows and Nine Kowtows, My Master’s Surname Is Han

The battle is over.

Ye Hanjun looked at the wild sand dance that had calmed down and acted as if nothing had happened.

Muscle zombies are indeed very strong, especially with the dual blessing of "Boiling Blood" and "Explosive Muscles", the punch they throw has power beyond their level, and can threaten Kashiraka-level spirits.

But it turns out that the unique skills belonging to the Sandstorm Witch are even better.

The bloody illusory fist was completely submerged in the wind and sand, without even a trace of residual power spilling out.

When the rotating yellow sand converged inside Hua Zhu's body, nothing happened.

In the training room, it was still as bright as day, and even the dust disappeared under the baptism of wind and sand.

"With such skills in hand, no wonder Assistant Professor Han is so confident..."

Looking up at the Sandstorm Witch floating above my head, I was in a trance.

After a while, he lowered his head, covering his bruised belly with one hand and his bleeding shoulder with the other, and said in awe:

"I lost this battle."

"But Ren is curious. Assistant Professor Han has only been in the academy for a short time, and he is usually very quiet."

"Even when the Four Ghosts mercenary group suddenly attacked, Assistant Professor Han dealt with it calmly despite being in danger. Not many people noticed your presence."

"Today, you launched a challenge in front of tens of thousands of people, and yet you are willing to stand up."

"Does Assistant Professor Han intend to keep a low profile, or does he feel that he can't get rid of it and should use it reasonably?"

“The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them.”

Ye Hanjun said calmly:

"When your strength is too weak, highlighting your personality will only cause trouble."

"Now, the witch has shed her body of darkness and transformed into a brand new species of witch's favored spirit."

"And I have completed the accumulation of the first level and am ready to be promoted at any time."

"In this way, it is not unacceptable to not only gain the position of mentor, but also to accept a new king as a direct disciple and show some edge."

Ren Wokuang nodded lightly and promised:

"The bet is in front of you, and Ren must abide by it."

"Since Assistant Coach Han asked me to apprentice as a disciple in public, I will perform the apprenticeship ceremony when I leave the training room."

"Do you know what kind of trouble Canghai Pavilion will face when we leave here?"

Ye Hanjun glanced at him and asked lightly.

After a slight hesitation, Ren Wokuang said to himself:

"I fought my way out of the tight siege among the New Beloved Lords and sat on the throne of the New Beloved King."

"Then challenge the experts on the ranking list, reach the top, and dominate the North Campus."

"With such an achievement, the tutors at the hospital will definitely be delighted and will definitely regard me as the most high-quality potential stock and take good care of me."

"However, Ren did not stop and challenged Assistant Professor Han, but was defeated by Assistant Professor Han."

"All the results of this victory have become Assistant Professor Han's wedding dress in the end."

"After today, the name of Lord Han and Master Han will definitely be at the top of the sky. Not only the North Courtyard, but the entire Canghai Pavilion will be shaken by it."

"Not bad." The corner of Ye Hanjun's mouth curved upward, "You continue to challenge me, and the first impression I give you is that you are an arrogant person."

"Actually, you are thick on the outside and subtle on the inside. You can see the situation far better than ordinary students."

"Assistant Professor Han is overrated." Ren Wokuang said indifferently: "Ren is just a rough guy, he only wants to become stronger."

"Others, fame and reputation are all external things. If you need to give them up, Ren will not hesitate."

"You are indeed a qualified fighter."

Lord Ye Han nodded gently and then warned:

"I have an additional request."

"Everything that happens here, whether it's a battle or a conversation, don't tell outsiders."

"No matter who asks, you only need to answer 'lost at my hands' and ignore the details."

"In this case, the outside world may have a lot of suspicion about Assistant Professor Han."

Let me take a wild look at the Sandstorm Witch and think thoughtfully.

"Just let them guess."

Ye Hanjun shrugged his shoulders and said not paying much attention:

"In such a short period of time, I washed away the gray light and cultivated a new bloodline of Sandstorm witches."

"Although this news can't be kept secret for too long after all."

"But if it's one day later, I'll save one day of trouble."

"Ren understands."

Ren Wokuang agreed with a serious face and asked again:

"I dare to ask Assistant Teacher Han. He is obviously in the age group of a student, but he wants to come to Canghai Pavilion as a teaching assistant."

"Ren is about to become your disciple, and I would like to know in advance. Does Assistant Professor Han have his own ambitions? Are there any goals that require disciples to work together to accomplish?"

"There's no rush." ​​Ye Hanjun whispered, "Fight with me, even if you lose."

"But I see that the aura in your body has reached its peak. Even if you don't get promoted today, you will definitely achieve it within three to five days."

"After you are promoted, come to Hutou Courtyard to see me and we will discuss related matters then."

"Yes." I bowed wildly and saluted.

Ye Hanjun collected the flowers and candles and glanced at the training room:

"Get out. If you stay too long, people outside may be anxious."

"Okay." Ren Wo Kuang recovered the sluggish muscle zombie, followed Ye Hanjun, and slowly walked to the door.

"Rumble--"

Through the built-in mechanism, the stone door opens.

Eleven white-haired old men came into view. Lord Ye Han smiled slightly and remained silent.

"Coming, coming, finally out!"

Hong Li, who kept talking without knowing what he was talking about, immediately closed his mouth.

He glanced at Lord Ye Han and noticed that his clothes were messy and slightly damaged, and his eyes widened immediately.

After waiting for confirmation, Renwo Kuang found a hole in his stomach and a shocking bloody gash on his shoulder.

His mouth opened slightly, his face full of disbelief.

"You, you, you...who among you loses and who wins?"

"Reply to the teacher." Ren Wokuang lowered his gaze and said respectfully: "Assistant Teacher Han is indeed powerful, but Ren lost."

"You actually lost? How is this possible!"

The fat on Hong Li's face trembled and his rosacea almost reached ten centimeters in front of Ren Wo Kuang. He couldn't help shouting:

"The muscle zombies are so powerful, how can they be defeated so easily!"

"yes……"

Another old woman said strangely:

"Don't think we don't know that you still have the initiative to "explode muscles", which you haven't used at all before. "

"As long as this power exists, the muscle zombies' combat effectiveness can skyrocket."

"You are not only the number one person in the North Academy now, but you are also an outstanding existence in the past. It is difficult for many people to fight with you at the first level."

"In this case, you actually said you lost?"

"Senior, do you suspect that Assistant Coach Han promised me something to make me surrender?"

No matter how arrogant I am, I keep my head down no matter who I talk to.

Facing a group of famous college elders, he lost a hint of humility and said without hesitation:

"Ren swears on his name that Assistant Professor Han did not use any insidious means to fight me and defeat me openly."

"He is the most incredible warrior I have ever seen. Not only is he extremely wise, he can also use his weak body to injure me."

"From the beginning to the end, Ren seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was manipulated by applause. There was no trace of water in the final defeat."

Once these words were spoken, the eleven old men all fell silent regardless of the number of questions they had.

Their eyes wandered on their faces, and when they looked back at each other, they naturally couldn't hide their shock.

"The victory or defeat has been decided, seniors, please don't ask further questions."

"Believe it or not, it all depends on your own mind. I have nothing to say."

"As for how I defeated it, I have asked Classmate Ren to help me keep it a secret. You won't torture me to extract a confession. You have to ask for the result, right?"

Ye Hanjun blinked at Jiang Yongnian, calmly.

When he finished speaking, he led Renwo Kuang towards the other end of the passage.

"Why haven't you finished fighting yet? How long have you been here..."

"Assistant Teacher Han is very confident. There is no way he could be knocked down by me with just one or two punches. It must be a tough fight inside!"

"It is necessary to fight hard. Let Wo Kuang show that his strength is too strong."

"Assistant Coach Han is not bad either. He was far more calm than other assistant coaches during the survival trial. I really benefited a lot from being with him..."

The noise of the crowd returned to my ears little by little.

The deep underground passage became wider and brighter. When the sun shone above their heads, the two of them had returned to the center of the venue.

"Hey, someone is coming out!"

"Is Ren Wokuang and Assistant Coach Han deciding the winner? Who is stronger and who is weaker?"

"If I read it correctly, Assistant Coach Han was unhurt... What's going on? Didn't the two of them fight?"

"No! No!"

"No matter how badly I was injured, look at his stomach. There was such a big penetrating wound and the bleeding didn't stop."

"Yes, there are bloodstains all the way behind you. It doesn't look like anyone is okay..."

Various voices kept coming.

Passing through an open space, Ye Hanjun suddenly stopped and turned around.

Ren Wo Kuang realized something, ignored his wounds, fell to his knees with a bang, and banged his head on the ground like a stone.

"Disciple, let me be crazy. Today I am willing to worship Master Han and become Master Han's direct disciple!"

"From now on, the master's words are like the father's orders. I will do my best to abide by them and never let the master down!"

Ren Wo Kuang's voice was still full of energy.

He bowed three times and kowtowed three times in a row, and knelt down in front of Lord Ye Han with the most solemn ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows.

"Get up."

"From today on, you are my disciple, and I will guide your path of practice."

Ye Hanjun helped me stand up and straightened my back.

He is 1.89 meters tall and not short.

But standing next to Ren Wo Kuang, he looked really thin.

The bleeding Renwokuang's muscles exuded a ferocious aura like a trapped animal, which was definitely not something that Lord Yehan could imitate.

The contrast is so sharp, but under the spotlight, what one pair of eyes can see is still the understatement and calmness on Lord Ye Han's face.

"It's amazing! This freshman competition is enough to go down in history!"

"Ren Wo Kuang is a man of temperament. Just for the sake of having a good fight, it doesn't matter if he squanders the privileges of the new king at will."

"But he actually lost. He really lost to this assistant coach Han who was not much different in age."

"What level of combat power or control is required to do such a thing?"

"Is the gray and shining desert witch superior in skills, or has this assistant discovered Renwokuang's weakness?"

"No, no, no, I can't explain it no matter what. There must be some shady story. I really can't help but want to think in this direction..."

There are different opinions and constant discussions.

The students don’t understand, the teaching assistants don’t understand, and the instructor doesn’t understand.

In the venue where tens of thousands of people gathered, 99% of the people could feel the emotion called "absurdity".

"Brother Ziping, watching the battle today was really eye-opening."

"Indeed, the quality of this freshmen class is very high, and the college is becoming more and more prosperous."

"Brother Ziping, you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Why, if a person with extraordinary talent takes a different approach, why not be a mentor for a while?"

"Brother Ziping's matter is simple, but it caused quite a stir."

Next to the tutor's seat, there was an area specially designated for the South Campus. Various sounds were also heard at this time.

A man in brocade and jade robes looked at another man in white, shook his head and sighed:

"Since all the seniors have agreed, then Assistant Professor Han will definitely get the position of mentor if he defeats Ren Wokuang."

"The first-level tutor, with this name, not to mention all the uproar in the North Campus, when the news reached the South Campus, it was also shocked again and again."

"If it accidentally spreads to the Tianya Mansion next door, there may be many people who want to watch the excitement."

"It's none of our business." Tan Ziping said coldly: "Even if he becomes a mentor, he can only stay in the North Campus and teach."

"If he goes to the South Campus, anyone can suppress his rank. No matter how resounding the name of the mentor is, the gap in strength will be clear at a glance. If someone talks about it, he will still bring humiliation to himself."

"But Brother Ziping." Zhuang Wenyao said: "You are the ninth among the ten arrogant men, with your sword pointed at the third rank, and you naturally have a high vision."

"With this Ren Wo Kuang alone, he should be able to break through to the second level soon."

"When he was promoted to the South Courtyard, he was the young dragon that broke the egg. As long as he didn't die young, he was destined to make waves in the South Courtyard."

"Indeed, Ren Wo Kuang's foundation is very solid, everyone can see this." Tan Ziping nodded and refused to deny it.

"Then, since this Master Han can defeat Ren Wo Kuang, no matter what method, it is really heart-breaking to think about it carefully."

Zhuang Wenyao put a hand on his chest, as if feeling his beating heart, and said to himself:

"I have a feeling that such a weird and wonderful person will reach the second level."

"Even if he is the tutor, our South Campus will face more fierce competition."

"After all, this is a person of the same age. Why is his achievement...so much higher than mine?"

"rational!"

Tan Ziping had a flash of inspiration, suddenly figured it out, and said solemnly:

"Once he reaches the second level, he might not be willing to stay in the North Campus."

"When I was transferred to the South Campus, we were vying for the top ten seats. But what's the point?"

"Yes, compared to the name of the mentor, the ranking of the top ten that we care so much about is just a small matter, and it can no longer be on the stage."

"In the end, only the three heroes can hold it down."

"But it's also very strange. We shouldn't compare with him, but a young man, a young man who can break the rules of the academy and be unreasonable, as long as he knows this matter and this person, in this South Academy where everyone is proud Among them, who is willing to lower his head easily?"

Zhuang Wenyao sighed worriedly.

…

Everyone has the feeling that a storm is brewing.

Jiang Yongnian looked at the profile of Ye Hanjun. This actively awakened person who had just entered the academy seemed to be about to die of illness. In the blink of an eye, his face had become somewhat rosy and he looked increasingly healthy.

He also sighed.

For no other reason, the old friends next to them were still arguing, discussing the battle between Ren Wo Kuang and Lord Ye Han, and the unprecedented newcomer mentor, with red faces and different opinions.

"Both of these children will have a bright future."

Tong Xuan stood beside Jiang Yongnian with his hands clasped behind his back, his turbid eyes filled with water-like softness.

"If you don't die young, you can become a top master among students and become invincible at the same level."

"Where's the other one?" Jiang Yongnian curled his lips, not liking him for showing off.

"The other one...I can't see through it."

Tong Xuan shook his head, "I have never seen such a child. He is so young, but he seems to have masks covering his face."

"When it's time to be calm, he is calmer than anyone else. He will never give up his belief in survival until the last moment."

"When he should be arrogant, he doesn't hide it. For example, just now, he accepted the challenge and made conditions at the same time. He looked quite high-spirited."

"For Canghai Pavilion, is this good or bad?"

Jiang Yongnian's frown never dropped, "His existence is like an unreachable mountain in the eyes of ordinary students."

"But for students with outstanding powers and powerful spirits, don't you think it's inappropriate? There will always be someone of the same age who acts as a mentor, and their pride and achievements are not worth it in front of him. Mention it."

"Those who can catch up will naturally catch up." Tong Xuan shook his head and said:

"If you can't catch up, just go your own way with peace of mind. That's okay."

"I'm just afraid. If I don't have the ability, I still have to fight hard. If I don't hit my head and get bloody, I'm afraid it won't end well..."

"Hey..." Jiang Yongchang breathed a sigh of relief, as if he wanted to let out the worries in his chest.

He glanced at the chaotic audience seats, cleared his throat, and said in a special talisman voice:

"From today on, Canghai Pavilion has a new official instructor, who is honored as Master Han."

"Later, the hospital will confirm with him what he wants to teach and decide on the format of the teaching on this basis."

"For relevant details, students can pay attention to the bulletin board, where you can get first-hand information from the college."

"At this point, the freshman competition has come to an end. Please leave the competition in batches to avoid friction among the spirits..."

…

The excitement will eventually end.

People kept getting up and leaving their seats, and then left on flying spirits.

Of course, most of them are animals with four hooves on the ground.

Suddenly, there were six entrances and exits to the conference hall, and the sound of roaring beasts could be heard everywhere.

"Tell me, what type of mentor do you want to be?"

Jiang Yongnian and a group of old men approached again and asked half helplessly and half sadly.

According to the regulations, the instructors of Canghai Pavilion have the right to teach freely, but they cannot do whatever they want and teach whatever they want.

Generally, there are specializations in the profession, and each person defines the direction in which he is good at.

The core thing is of course "combat".

But from theory to practice, from weapons to protective equipment, from authority to spirits... this concept is too general and often needs to be further divided.

Other than that, there are countless options.

For example, the direction of Tu Long's coaching is "forging".

In this field, he himself will subdivide "theoretical knowledge" and "practical exploration".

After interested students take elective courses, he will hold classes regularly.

Other fields include "Identification and collection of medicinal materials", "Development of the skills of the loved ones", "Reproduction and incubation of the loved ones", "Alien linguistics", "Magic props", "Discovery and research of the ancient loved ones", "Ancient buildings and ancient ruins" Game psychology" "Preparation and production of traps" "Internal regulation and external nourishment" "The art of pretending to be dead" "Hair care" "Three thousand lessons on fishing" "Postpartum care of female frogs"...

In this way, the teaching system of Canghai Pavilion was established.

Students also have the absolute freedom to choose courses without any restrictions.

"I haven't decided yet. I'll disturb the seniors again in two days."

Ye Hanjun bowed and left in a hurry under the bewildered looks of a group of old people.

He walked in such a hurry that he didn't even look back.

The new student Wang who had just been conquered seemed to be forgotten all of a sudden.

This kind of picture will explode wherever you put it.

Even Ren Wo Kuang was a little confused and couldn't figure out where the cheap master he had just recognized was going.

"See, this is a restless master."

Jiang Yongnian spread his hands and said plausibly:

"Let's make an agreement first. This is a bet we agreed to together."

"If anyone above you has doubts, you can't blame me anymore."

"Also, I have retired. If this kid makes any trouble in the future, please don't come to me."

"Isn't that true?" Hong Li was suspicious, "This kid defeated the New King and proved his ability. Isn't the boss willing to die?"

"As a mere mentor, I think it matches well. Isn't it just that he is a little younger and temporarily weaker? You know, at the age of twenty, just standing there can make people envious."

"Hey, Xiao Ren suddenly has a master, and he has to bow down and recognize him. I think all the mentors are helpless and can no longer compete for him."

"It's over, it's over. Old Tong, you agreed to accompany me to find Li Xiaozi. He hasn't gone far yet. If you chase me, you will meet him soon."

Zhu Zixin pulled Tong Xuan's robe and wanted to leave anxiously.

"That's right, the farce between Han Jun and Ren Wokuang is bound to detonate the north and south houses of Canghai Pavilion."

"While most people are still talking about this topic, it's better to turn our attention to those students who have less potential, but who should not be underestimated. Maybe they can pass on our mantle."

Not only a few old people, but also some people at the instructor's table were lively.

Of course, recruiting direct disciples requires investing a lot of resources and energy, which is not an easy task.

More people are in a state of indifference, only willing to watch and not consider joining in the fun themselves.

"咴咴~~~咴咴~~~"

On this day, many people saw Master Han, who was famous in the North Campus, leaving the competition venue on a cow and horse.

On the field, his heroic demeanor is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But this scene is actually a bit shocking.

——This is too shabby.