Chapter 4 Zhenwu

Before leaving in the morning, Chen Chu prepared food for the salamander clone. →

But before leaving, Zhang Xiaolan, who had not gone to work today, stopped them.

At the door of the old courtyard, Zhang Xiaolan gently helped Chen Chu to straighten her collar, looking at her eldest son who was as tall as her, her eyes were full of emotion.

"Mom, is there anything else?" Chen Hu next to her was a little confused.

Looking at her two sons, Zhang Xiaolan smiled slightly: "Nothing, I just want to say to you and your brother, don't be too stressed at the beginning of school."

Chen Hu said indifferently: "It's just junior high school, I can catch up with it if I learn casually."

Looking at the chubby second son, Zhang Xiaolan smiled bitterly. Of course, she was not worried about the second son. He was smart and active since he was a child, and his physical and academic performance were very good.

She was worried about the eldest son, who could practice Zhenwu after high school, but not everyone had the talent for practice.

The eldest son has been weak and sick since childhood. It is obvious that he is not a person who can practice martial arts. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If he is hit...

Chen Chu said calmly: "Mom, don't worry, I know what's going on."

"...Okay." Zhang Xiaolan opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

Waiting goodbye to Zhang Xiaolan, Chen Chu and his brother walked on the way to school.

Along the way, you can see many students in school uniforms going to school, some alone, some playing and frolicking along the way, and some riding bicycles.

Schools in the federation are divided into districts, and all students go to school nearby, so many people wear the same school uniforms as Chen Chu or Chen Hu. →

In the classroom, class monitor Lin Xue and committee member Yi Rui arrived early, and many classmates around them chatted with them, which was very lively.

As soon as Chen Chu sat down, Xia Youhui in front of him came over and said mysteriously: "Ah Chu, I already know why Yi Rui and others became class cadres."

...Ah Chu, are we so familiar with each other? Although he complained in his heart, Chen Chu still cooperated and asked curiously.

"Why?"

"It is said that the class monitor's parents are powerful cultivators, and the class teacher must want to curry favor with her family."

Well, both parents are powerful cultivators.

Chen Chu asked: "What about the other one?"

Xia Youhui whispered: "Yi Rui is not simple either. His family is rich and powerful in the city. Maybe he gave the class teacher a red envelope and said hello before the start of school."

So that's it. As expected, there are classes in any world.

"Don't tell anyone about this." Finally, Chen Chu reminded Xia Youhui.

Whether this is true or false, as a student, try not to talk about the class teacher behind his back, otherwise it will be bad if it gets to the other party's ears.

"I know, I only told you about this, and I didn't tell anyone else." Xia Youhui blinked, looking like I trust you very much.

At this time, a math teacher walked in, and the class was quiet.

The cultural courses in this world are not very difficult. After listening to a class, Chen Chu was in a daze. Of course, he was actually distracted to control the salamander clone at home to eat. →

The three classes in the morning passed quickly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

After lunch, we took a short break.

All the first-year high school students came to the back of the school. There were more than a dozen high-rise buildings marked by the letters ABCD, surrounding the central gymnasium to form a training area.

According to the class, Chen Chu and others came to the fifth-floor training classroom of Building B.

In the training classroom of 500 square meters, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a stern look stood on the high platform, with a large screen of five meters high and eight meters wide behind him.

After all the students stood in place, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes made everyone feel a pain in their eyes.

Hiss!

Many students were shocked in their hearts. They didn't expect that this teacher's eyes were so scary.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "My name is Pang Long, and I am your Zhenwu teacher for the first semester."

"Next, I will first explain to you what Zhenwu is."

As he said, Pang Long pointed to a pile of cement slabs that had been prepared under the stage: "Do you see those cement slabs? Come on, a few boys, lift them up."

After a slight pause, the martial arts committee member Yi Rui took the lead and walked out, and then some boys followed one after another, including Xia Youhui.

There are six cement slabs, each about one meter long and wide, ten centimeters thick, and estimated to weigh more than 100 kilograms.

Therefore, even if they work in pairs, the little fat guy is very strenuous to lift, which also shows that their strength seems to be a bit too much.

According to Pang Long's request, Yi Rui and his team put the cement slabs upright on the table and stacked them into a row of cement walls. They don't know what to do.

Standing on the stage with his hands behind his back, Pang Long looked at the childish faces below and said lightly: "What is Zhenwu? Zhenwu is to make the fake come true."

"A few decades ago, martial arts and cultivation were just folk legends, jokingly called flower racks, without any practical effect."

"Even if you practice hard for 20 years, you can't stop a bullet."

"But all this began to change in the new era. Some pioneers found that they could make the fake come true and turn all kinds of legends in the past into reality."

"And this is Zhenwu."

Boom 1

As soon as the voice fell, a terrible breath burst out from Pang Long's body, like a sleeping giant beast suddenly awakened.

The powerful aura was like substance, pressing the surrounding air to emit a dull explosion, forming circles of twisted air waves and strong winds around him, blowing his clothes to rustle.

Pang Long's figure on the high platform flashed, and he appeared in front of the table across three meters as if he had teleported. He gathered terrible power in his right fist and punched out.

Because of the strong force, there were even circles of transparent shock waves in front of his fist.

Boom!

Under the shocking gaze of most people who couldn't believe it, six piles of cement exploded with a loud bang, and the smoke and dust were filled with terrifying momentum.

Under the powerful force, countless broken stones and mud blocks were scattered like shells, crackling and hitting the wall more than ten meters away, and small pits were smashed when they were smashed.

Fortunately, Pang Long's punch was facing sideways, otherwise these broken stones with the power of bullets would fall on the students and be enough to beat them into sieves.

Gulu!

This time, even Chen Chu swallowed his saliva.

Although the information searched on the Internet said that powerful practitioners could sink aircraft carriers and tear apart behemoths, it was just words after all, and it was far less shocking than seeing it with one's own eyes.

Moreover, the six cement slabs were nearly one meter thick, and even anti-material sniper rifles might not be able to penetrate them, but at this time they were directly blown up by a punch.

This powerful force made Chen Chu's blood boil, and he was full of expectations for the next practice.

On the podium, Pang Long stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the excited and red faces below, and was very satisfied with the effect of his punch.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pang Long slowly said: "Next, start the first step of practice."

"Everyone, meditate according to the pattern on the display screen behind me, practice for an hour, and then it will be the practice class of the Body Casting Technique."

"By the way, who is the class monitor?"

"Me." Lin Xue in the front row stepped forward.

"You, you are full of energy, not bad."

Looking at the girl, Pang Long nodded and said: "Explain to them what foundation building is later, and come to me when someone meets the standards of foundation building."

"The martial arts committee member of this class, you are responsible for maintaining order in future practice classes."

"Yes, teacher." Yi Rui responded loudly.

Then Pang Long turned and left, as neatly as the head teacher Chen Qi on the first day, leaving most of the students confused.

That's it?

Why do these teachers seem so busy?