Ascension

Chapter 139 Three Worships and Nine Kowtows, My Master’s Surname is Han

The battle is over.

Lord Yehan looked at the wild dance in the sand that subsided, acting as if nothing had happened.

The muscular zombies are really strong, especially with the double blessing of "boiling blood" and "explosive muscles", the punch they swing also has the power beyond the rank, which can threaten the spirits of Xiazhao level.

But the facts have proved that the exclusive and unparalleled skills belonging to the Sandstorm Witch are even better.

The bloody illusory fist was completely submerged in the wind and sand, not even a trace of power overflowed.

When the swirling yellow sand converged in Huazhu's body, nothing happened.

The training room is still as bright as day, and even the dust has disappeared under the baptism of wind and sand.

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

Looking up at the sandstorm witch floating above my head, let me be in a trance for a while.

After a while, he lowered his head, covered his bruised stomach with one hand, and his bleeding shoulder with the other, and said respectfully:

"I lost this battle."

"But Ren is curious. Assistant Professor Han has only been in the academy for a short time, and he doesn't show his mountains or dews on weekdays."

"Even if the four ghost mercenary group suddenly attacked and harassed, Assistant Professor Han calmly dealt with it in a dangerous situation. Not many people noticed your existence."

"Today, you challenged in front of tens of thousands of people, yet you are willing to stand up."

"Is Assistant Professor Han intentionally keeping a low profile, or is he using it rationally because he thinks it can't be shirked away?"

"A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

Lord Yehan said lightly:

"When the strength is too weak, highlighting the individuality will only bring 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 rank, and I am ready to be promoted at any time."

"In this way, it is not unacceptable to be able to gain the position of mentor and accept a newcomer king as a personal disciple, showing a little edge."

Ren Wokuang nodded lightly and promised:
"The bet is in front of you, and Ren must abide by it."

"Since Assistant Teacher Han asked me to pay homage to my teacher in public, I will do the same when I leave the training room."

"Do you know, when we leave here, what kind of turmoil will be in Canghai Pavilion?"

Mr. Yehan glanced at him and asked lightly.

Hesitating slightly, Ren Wokuang said to himself:
"I broke through the siege among the rookie masters and sat on the throne of the rookie king."

"After that, challenge all the players on the leaderboard, reach the top, and dominate the North Academy."

"With such achievements, the tutors of the school must be delighted, and they 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 Teacher Han, but was defeated by Assistant Teacher Han again."

"All the results of the battle turned into Assistant Teacher Han's wedding dress."

"After today, the name of Mr. Han and Master Han will definitely be in full swing. 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 thicker on the outside and thinner on the inside, and you can see through the situation far better than ordinary students."

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

"Others, fame and reputation are things outside the body. If there is a need to give up, then Ren will not hesitate."

"You are indeed a qualified fighter."

Lord Yehan nodded lightly, and then ordered:
"I make one additional request."

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

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

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

Ren I glanced wildly at the Sandstorm Witch and said thoughtfully.

"Let them guess."

Mr. Yehan shrugged his shoulders, and said not too concerned:

"In such a short period of time, I washed away the gloomy light and bred a new bloodline Sandstorm Witch."

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

"But one day later, I will save one day of trouble."

"Ren understands."

Ren Wokuang agreed with a serious face, and asked again:

"Dare to ask the assistant teacher Han, who is obviously in the age group of students, but he has 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 Teacher Han have his own ambitions? Is there any goal that the disciples need to cooperate with to complete?"

"There's no rush." ​​Lord Yehan said softly, "Fight me, even though I'm defeated."

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

"After the promotion, come to Hutouyuan to find me, and we will talk about related matters at that time."

"Yes." Ren Wokuang bowed and saluted.

Mr. Yehan took back the flower candles and glanced at the training room:

"Go out, stay too long, the people outside must be in a hurry."

"Okay." Ren Wokuang recovered the sluggish muscular zombie, followed Ye Hanjun, and walked slowly to the door.

"Boom--"

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

Eleven white-haired and gray-faced old men came into view, and Mr. Yehan smiled slightly and remained silent.

"It's coming, it's finally out!"

Hong Li, who was talking nonstop and didn't know what he was talking about, immediately closed his mouth.

He glanced at Mr. Yehan, and realized that his clothes were messy and slightly damaged, so his eyes stared straight away.

After the confirmation, Ren Wokuang was stabbed with a hole in his stomach, and there was a shocking bloody gash on his shoulder.

His mouth opened a little bit, his face full of disbelief.

"You, you, you...Which one of you loses and who wins?"

"Return to the teacher's words." Ren Wokuang lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Assistant Han is really good, it was Ren who lost."

"You actually lost? How is this possible!"

The fat on Hong Li's face trembled, his rosacea almost stuck to ten centimeters in front of Ren Wokuang, and he couldn't help shouting:
"The muscular zombie is so powerful, how could it be easily defeated!"

"yes……"

Another old woman said strangely:

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

"As long as there is this authority, the combat effectiveness of muscular zombies can still skyrocket."

"You are not only the No.1 in the North Academy today, but you were also an outstanding existence in the past. It is difficult for few people to compete with you at the first rank."

"In this case, you actually said you were defeated?"

"Senior suspects that Assistant Professor Han promised me something, so that I take the initiative to admit defeat?"

Let me be a madman tall and big, no matter who I talk to, I always keep my head down.

Facing a group of famous college elders, he lost a hint of humility and said without hesitation:
"Ren swears by his name, Assistant Teacher Han didn't use any insidious things to fight me, and defeated me openly."

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

"From the beginning to the end, Ren seemed to have the upper hand, but was actually played with by the applause. This is the final defeat, and there is no water in it."

Once such words were uttered, the eleven elders all fell silent no matter how many questions they had.

Their eyes flickered on the faces of the two, and when they looked back at each other, they couldn't hide their surprise.

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

"Believe it or not, it's up to your heart, I have nothing to say."

"As for how to win, I have asked classmate Ren to help me keep it a secret. You will not torture to extract a confession. You must ask the result?"

Ye Hanjun blinked at Jiang Yongnian, calmly.

When he finished speaking, he led Ren Wokuang towards the other end of the passage.

"Why haven't you finished playing? How long have you been in here..."

"Assistant Han is full of confidence. It's impossible for me to beat him to the ground with just one or two punches. It must be a hard fight!"

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

"Assistant Han is not bad either. He is far more calm than other assistants in the process of survival trials. Being by his side really benefits us a lot..."

The noise of the crowd came back to my ears little by little.

The deep underground passage became more and more spacious and bright, and when the sun shone overhead, the two had already returned to the center of the venue.

"Hey, someone came out!"

"Is it Ren Wokuang and that assistant teacher Han, who will win? Which one is stronger and weaker?"

"If you're not mistaken, Assistant Professor Han is unharmed... What's going on? Did the two of you not get along?"

"No! No!"

"Let me be seriously injured, look at his stomach, such a big penetrating wound, the bleeding hasn't stopped."

"Yeah, the bloodstains all the way behind him, it doesn't look like a normal person..."

The voices of chattering kept coming.

Passing through an open space, Mr. Yehan suddenly stopped and turned around.

Ren Wokuang seemed to realize something, regardless of the wound, he knelt down on his knees with a bang, and hit his head on the ground like a stone.

"Disciple let me be crazy, today I would like to worship under Master Han and become Master Han's personal disciple!"

"From now on, the words of the master are like the orders of the father. I will do my best to obey and never let the master down!"

Ren Wokuang's voice is still full of spirit.

He bowed three times and kowtowed three times in a row. He knelt down in front of Mr. Ye Han with the most solemn ritual of three kowtows and nine kowtows.

"Get up."

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

Mr. Ye Han helped Ren Wokuang up, and he also straightened his back.

He is 1.8 meters nine, not short.But standing with Ren Wokuang, he is really thin.

And Ren Wokuang, who was bleeding blood, exuded a ferocious aura like a trapped beast, which was definitely not an aura that Lord Yehan could imitate.

The contrast is so sharp, but under the attention of all the people, what can be seen by the eyes of the eyes is still the understatement and indifferent calmness on Mr. Ye Han's face.

"The sky is turned upside down! This year's freshman contest is enough to be recorded in history!"

"Ren Wokuang is a temperamental person. In order to enjoy the battle, he will squander the privilege of the rookie king at will. It's nothing."

"But he actually lost. He really lost to Assistant Coach Han who is not too different in age."

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

"Is the gloomy and shining desert witch superior, or did this assistant discover the weakness of being wild?"

"No, no, no matter what, I can't explain it. There must be something shady. I really can't help but 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, ninety-nine out of ten people could feel the emotion called "ridiculous".

"Brother Ziping watched the battle today, it was really an eye-opener."

"Indeed, the quality of this freshman class is very high, and the college is getting 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 clothes and jade robes shook his head and sighed to another man in white clothes:

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

"The first-rank tutor, with this name, not to mention all kinds of uproar in the North Campus, when the news reaches the South Campus, it will be shocked again and again."

"If it accidentally spreads to 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 to teach."

"If he goes to the South Campus, anyone can suppress his rank. No matter how resounding the teacher's name is, the gap in strength is obvious at a glance. If he is discussed by others, he will eventually bring shame on himself."

"But brother Ziping." Zhuang Wenyao said: "You are the ninth of the ten arrogants, and your sword points to the third rank, so your vision is naturally high."

"Only because of this self-indulgent maniac, he should be able to break through to the second rank soon."

"Jie Shi was promoted to the South Courtyard, and that is the baby dragon that broke the egg. As long as it doesn't die young, it is destined to cause a storm in the South Courtyard."

"That's true. Ren Wokuang's foundation is very solid, and everyone can see that." Tan Ziping nodded, not denying it.

"Then, since Master Han can defeat Ren Wokuang, no matter what method he uses, it's really heart-wrenching to think about it carefully."

Zhuang Wenyao put one hand on his chest, as if feeling the beating heart, and said to himself:
"I have a feeling that once such a weird and wonderful person is promoted to the second rank."

"Even if he is a mentor, our South Campus will face fiercer competition."

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

"rational!"

Tan Ziping had a flash of inspiration, suddenly figured it out, and said solemnly:
"Once he is promoted to the second rank, maybe he won't be willing to stay in the North Courtyard."

"Jieshi was transferred to the South Courtyard. What's the point of the ten proud seats we fought over and over again?"

"Yeah, compared to the name of the mentor, the top ten rankings that we care about so much, no matter how you look at it, it's just a small fight, and it can't 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 him with him, but a young man, an unreasonable young man who can break the rules of the academy, as long as he knows this matter and this character, in this proud South Court Among them, who is willing to bow his head easily?"

Zhuang Wenyao sighed worriedly.

……

The feeling that a storm is brewing is common to everyone.

Jiang Yongnian looked at Ye Hanjun's side face. This person who had just entered the academy and seemed to be about to die of illness was actively awakened. In the blink of an eye, his face was already somewhat ruddy, and he looked more and more healthy.

He sighed too.

For no other reason, the old friends next to him were still arguing, discussing the battle process between Ren Wokuang and Ye Hanjun, discussing the unprecedented mentor of a newcomer, blushing and disagreeing.

"These two 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.

"One who does not die young can become a top expert among the students, and tends to be invincible at the same level."

"What about the other one?" Jiang Yongnian curled his lips, disliking his trickery.

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

Tong Xuan shook his head, "I've never seen a child like this before. He's young, but he seems to have masks covering his face."

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

"When it's time to be arrogant, he doesn't hide it. For example, just now, while accepting the challenge, he put forward conditions, and he looked quite in high spirits."

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

Jiang Yongnian never let go of his frown, "His existence is like an unreachable mountain in the eyes of ordinary students."

"However, don't you find it difficult for students with outstanding authority and powerful spirits? There will always be someone in the same age group who assumes the status of a mentor. Their pride and achievements are not worth it in front of him." Mention."

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

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

"If you're afraid, be afraid. If you don't have the ability, you have to fight hard. If you don't hit your head and break your blood, I'm afraid it won't end well..."

"Hey..." Jiang Yongnian let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out all the worries in his chest.

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

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

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

"Relevant details, you 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 stage in batches, so as not to cause friction among the spirits..."

……

Lively, eventually will end.

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

Of course, more of them are beasts with four hooves on the ground after all.

Immediately, there were six entrances and exits in the huge conference hall, and the sound of roaring beasts resounded everywhere.

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

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

According to the regulations, the instructors of Canghai Pavilion have the right to teach freely, but they can't speak whatever they want.

Generally, there is a specialization in the field of surgery, and each person defines the direction they are good at.

The core, of course, is "battle".

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

There are countless other options.

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

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

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

Other fields, "identification and collection of medicinal materials", "development of spirit skills", "reproduction and incubation of spirits", "alien linguistics", "magic props", "discovery and research of ancient spirits", "ancient buildings and ancient ruins" Game Psychology", "Preparation and Making of Trap", "Inside Adjustment and External Rearing", "The Art of Playing Dead", "Hair Care", "Three Thousand Lectures on Fishing", "Postpartum Care of Female Frogs"...

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

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

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I'll disturb the seniors again in two days."

Lord Ye Han bowed, and hurried away under the unimaginable eyes of a group of old people.

He walked so quickly that he didn't even look back.

The newcomer student Wang who had just been accepted seemed to be forgotten all at once.

Such a picture will explode wherever it is placed.

Even Ren Wokuang was a little puzzled, unable to figure out where the cheap master he had just met was going.

"Look, this is a restless master."

Jiang Yongnian spread his hands and said plausibly:
"Let's say it first, this time is a bet we agreed to together."

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

"Also, I've already retired, so if this kid finds out anything in the future, don't look for me."

"Isn't it?" Hong Li was suspicious, "This kid defeated the rookie king and proved his ability, so the higher-ups won't die?"

"The identity of a mere mentor fits me well, isn't it just younger and temporarily weaker? You know, at the age of 20, just standing there can make people envious."

"Hey, Xiao Ren suddenly has a master, and he recognized it three times and nine times. I think all the mentors are helpless, and there is no way to fight for it."

"It's time to break up, old boy. He promised to accompany me to find Li Xiaozi. He hasn't gone far, and we will meet him soon after chasing him."

Zhu Zixin tugged on Tong Xuan's robe, anxiously leaving.

"That's right, the farce between Mr. Han and Ren Wokuang is bound to detonate the North and South Courts of Canghai Pavilion."

"While most people are still talking about this topic, why don't we turn our attention to those students who have less potential but can't be underestimated. Maybe we can pass on our mantle."

Not only a few old people, there are also some people in the instructor's seat who are active.

Of course, recruiting direct disciples requires 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 don't think about joining in the fun by themselves.

"咴咴~~~咴咴~~~"

On this day, many people saw that Master Han of the famous Zhenbei Academy left the competition venue on a horse and ox.

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

But this scene is actually a bit eye-popping.

— This is too shabby.

(End of this chapter)