Chapter 2: AK47 Appears
This was the first time Chang Rumo took the initiative to greet someone of the opposite sex.
After getting off the carriage, I saw this handsome man standing at the door. He was wearing a white robe, holding a sword, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and he looked extraordinarily handsome, like a master hero in a dream.
The eighteen-year-old girl's heart couldn't help but move, and she mustered up the courage to step forward and say hello.
She thought it would be a beautiful encounter, but when she saw the man's lustful look, she regretted it a little.
This guy is definitely a gangster!
Of course, Shen Lang didn't know that the beauty in front of him already had a feeling of disgust in her heart. At this moment, he was touching his chin with his hand, looking up and down at the little beauty in front of him unscrupulously, and said with a smile: "Yes, classmate, you too?"
Huh!
So disgusting!
Chang Rumo frowned and did not answer, but went in on her own. Now she wanted to get away from this guy as soon as possible, but Shen Lang was like a dog-skin plaster and followed her directly.
"My classmate, where are you from?"
"My classmate, what is your name? How old are you?"
Along the way, Chang Rumo was restraining his urge to draw his sword and cut off Shen Lang's tongue. He frowned and looked straight ahead, pretending that this guy beside him didn't exist.
"Hello, are you Miss Chang Rumo?" At this time, a tough-looking man came towards them with a smile on his face.
Chang Rumo nodded.
"I am the senior brother who is responsible for receiving you. Please come over here with me!" As he said this, the man made a gesture of invitation.
Now Chang Rumo let out a long sigh. He could finally leave this dog-skin plaster and took two quick steps.
“Hey hey!”
When Shen Lang saw that the beauty was about to run away, he was not willing to let her go, so he quickly called out to the tough man: "What about me? What should I do?"
"Oh, excuse me, what's your name?" The tough man turned around and looked at Shen Lang. His attitude instantly became much colder, and even the address changed from "you" to "you".
"My name is Shen Lang!" Shen Lang clasped his fists and spoke.
The tough man was a little surprised, then said: "Come with me!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang quickly rushed to Chang Rumo's side and said, "Classmate, we are really destined to be together. We are actually in the same class!"
Who is in the same class with you? Only ghosts are in the same class with you!
The girl kept cursing Shen Lang in her mind.
The tough man took Shen Lang and Chang Rumo to complete the admission procedures first, and then brought them to a room. At this time, Chang Rumo was a little mentally broken. They were actually in the same class, and there was something even more devastating.
At this time, the place was already full of people, with only two seats at the back left.
This means she has to sit with this gangster boy!
Huh!
Disgusting!
But there was no other way, Chang Rumo could only bite the bullet and walk to the back and sit down. This simple process attracted the attention of all the men in the room, as if a wolf had smelled a lamb, their eyes all lit up.
Tall, curvy, wearing a white robe, with a stunning face, as long as you are not a fool and have normal sexual orientation, there is no one who doesn't love her!
Shen Lang was very happy. He walked leisurely to the back and sat with Chang Rumo.
Of course, he was also eye-catching, and all the men's eyes were focused on him, but this time it was not out of amazement, but envy and jealousy.
Who made him sit shoulder to shoulder with Chang Rumo!
Just when the male compatriots were full of hostility towards Shen Lang, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked in from the door. He stood in the middle of the room, put his hands behind his back and said, "From today on, I will be your martial arts teacher. My name is Zuo Chan!"
Then he pointed to the sturdy man next to him and said, "This is your senior brother, Peng Fei. If you have any questions about martial arts in the future, just look for him!"
"Now, each of you introduce yourselves. From now on, you are all brothers and sisters, and we are all family!"
"My name is Li Yun!"
"My name is Zhang Hai!"
"My name is Chang Rumo!" Chang Rumo stood up and introduced himself softly, causing quite a stir again.
"Chang Rumo? Could it be the daughter of the Chang family in Baiyun City? The most talented one?"
"That's right, it should be her. She's only eighteen years old this year, but she's already a seventh-rate master!"
"Oh my god, is this true?"
"Whoever marries her will definitely reach the pinnacle of life!"
“Ahem!”
The discussion was very lively. Finally, Zuo Chan had to cough a few times to suppress the noise: "Where is the other student?"
Shen Lang shook his hair, stood up elegantly, clasped his fists and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Shen Lang!"
"Shen Lang? This name sounds familiar!"
"Of course it sounds familiar. He's the only one in the whole academy who paid his way in through the back door!"
“That’s him!”
"She looks pretty, but turns out to be nothing but a useless person!"
The constant ridicule made the extremely thick-skinned Shen Lang blush and he sat back dejectedly.
"Okay, now that all the students have been introduced to each other and have gotten to know each other, let's conduct a martial arts test to rank them according to their seniority!" Zuo Chan said, "I hope everyone will not hold back on their strength. Those with higher seniority will be able to enjoy the best martial arts and medicinal herb refinement!"
After these words were spoken, everyone was eager to try. After all, they all wanted to become martial arts masters, and everyone wanted to get the best martial arts and herbs!
"Chang Rumo!" Zuo Chan was the first to call out her name, then he patted the wall behind him, and then slowly fell down. A target appeared in the distance and was attached to the boulder.
"This target is the goal of your attack this time. The test stone tablet behind is to test your martial arts level!" Zuo Chan explained: "You go first!"
Chang Rumo stood up, walked to Zuo Chan's side, concentrated his mind and slowly pulled out the sword . Then he gave a delicate shout and a stream of sword energy shot towards the target.
"Seventh-rate master!" Then, four words appeared on the boulder.
Everyone exclaimed , and even a fifth-rate master like Zuo Chan was moved.
An eighteen-year-old seventh-rate master. You should know that Zuo Chan’s talent is definitely not low. When he was eighteen years old, he was only an eighth-rate master. At that time, he was already a rare genius in a century!
"very good!"
Zuo Chan was very satisfied and asked Chang Rumo to sit back. Then he started testing one after another. Basically, they were all ninth-rate masters who were just getting started. There was one who was a little bit amazing and was an eighth-rate master, which made Zuo Chan very happy.
"Shen Lang!" Zuo Channian called out the last name.
Shen Lang stood up and walked to Zuo Chan's side. Zuo Chan said calmly: "Let's get started!"
He knew Shen Lang's name, because he was the person who received Shen Lang when he entered the academy. Unfortunately, Shen Lang had no martial arts skills at all, and he even spent money to use the back door and let a fifth-rate master pick him up. It was really a disgrace.
So, he didn’t go!
Shen Lang nodded, and then did something that surprised everyone: "Teacher, please help me get this sword!"
Zuo Chan was stunned: "Don't you use a sword?"
"Well, this thing is not easy to use and not handy!"
"Isn't the sword forged by the sword-making master Li Chenglong suitable for your use?" Zuo Chan asked back with a frown, looking at the signature on the scabbard of the sword.
He is a fifth-rate expert who can't even get something with a fortune, and he says it's not handy?
"Yes!" Shen Lang nodded, then reached into the sleeve of his left hand with his right hand and took out a pure black AK47: "This is my best weapon!"
Everyone was stunned, looking at the fire stick-like thing in Shen Lang's hand, looking at each other, and then burst into laughter.
Shen Lang ignored their ridicule. He held the gun with his left hand, held the handle with his right hand, and gently pulled the trigger.
With a loud "bang", a beam of fire hit the target.
"Fifth-rate master!"
