Global martial arts masters: an ordinary duo

Chapter 173 Just Come Back
North Gate of Hope City.

The southern garrison envoy Wu Chuan fell from the sky and staggered when he landed. It was obvious that he had fought hard in the previous battle.

Xu Mohe, who had been guarding the north gate, quickly came over and asked: "Wu Zhenshou, are you injured?"

Wu Chuan waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's just that I have used up a little too much energy and blood."

Xu Mohe looked at the direction of the previous battle and couldn't help but ask again: "Where are Mr. Bai and the others?"

"Has returned to heaven and earth."

They all self-destructed and there were no bones left, but they just returned to the world and turned into dust.

Wu Chuan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Even if Dongkui City retreats this time, Tianmen City will not give up. In this battle, a total of seven high-level underground cavemen were killed, all of whom were commanders of Tianmen City. Their high-level combat capabilities If you lose more than half of it, you will definitely feel unhappy."

Xu Moyou gritted his teeth and said: "After Dongkui City withdraws its troops, we will go directly to destroy Tianmen City!"

Wu Chuan shook his head and said: "No, I sensed that strong people were demonstrating in the other eleven cities. They will not allow us to attack Tianmen City."

"Asshole, all those beasts in the cave deserve to die!"

Xu Mohe cursed angrily. Human beings are still too weak and their high-end combat power is not strong enough. Even if they win, they can only huddle in Hope City.

Wu Chuan did not continue to talk to him, but turned to look at the other strong men on the city wall. After a while, he said: "Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence. Teacher, their biggest regret in this life... is that they did not pacify the cave. Let's work together." !”

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Mowu Community.

In the middle of the night, Tang Feng walked into the station with a pale face. Looking at the students covered with scars, he sighed: "You won't be needed anymore, so you can pack your things and go back."

Qin Fengqing, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up and gritted her teeth and said: "Where is the principal, is he dead?"

"Ah."

"Asshole!" Qin Fengqing cursed angrily, punched the wall next to him, and yelled: "There are so many people who are not up to the ninth grade, why do we need the principal and others to fight for it?"

"To shut up!"

Tang Feng frowned and said, "This is the principal's decision and has nothing to do with the ninth-grade grandmasters."

"I just don't accept it! Why can't more than 30 ninth-grade people go up? Let the principal go out to fight."

Qin Fengqing roared: "The principal has been seriously injured after fighting in the cave for so many years. Why do you insist on forcing him to die?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you directly!"

Tang Feng said coldly, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he would take action at the next moment.

Qin Fengqing did not continue to speak, but stared at Tang Feng with a face full of resentment, and tears suddenly rolled in her eyes.

He quickly lowered his head, but the tears of disappointment still kept pouring out.

Everyone fell into silence. After a while, Tang Feng said softly: "Hurry up and pack your things and go back."

Seeing that everyone still didn't respond, Tang Feng kicked the bed in front of him to pieces and shouted angrily: "Can't you hear what I said? Don't waste time, pack your things and go back."

Some people in the crowd started to get up and pack their things. Chen Fan couldn't help but ask, "Can I not go back?"

"You go back too, go back and practice hard, and don't go to the caves in the next few months."

Chen Fan frowned slightly and said, "Why?"

"The principal died in the battle, and many middle-level instructors also died. The old students will graduate soon, and the new students have not yet entered the school. If something happens to you in the cave, then the reputation of the two famous schools of Mowu and Wu will be lost. .”

Tang Feng looked a little tired, and said in a deep voice: "The principal has carefully cared for Mowu for 60 years, and only then has Mowu achieved its current status. We, the younger generation, cannot lose this reputation!"

"it is good!"

Chen Fan said sonorously: "Mowu will definitely not lose this name." He did not continue to insist on staying. Now he also needs to go out of the cave to convert all the resources in his body into strength, and when the strength becomes stronger After that, come to the cave for another battle.

After everyone packed up their things, Tang Feng led everyone towards the entrance of the passage. Qin Fengqing followed them silently without saying a word.

Walking to the entrance of the passage, Tang Feng suddenly said: "I will send you here, you can get out."

Everyone was a little surprised. They always thought that Tang Feng would go out with him.

Fang Ping turned his head and looked at this 'black-hearted mentor' who had always been at odds with him. Maybe he had some misunderstanding, but he found that the big lion was a little old.

He couldn't help but said: "Aren't you going back?"

"It's not your turn to worry about this." Tang Feng scolded and frowned: "If you have such thoughts, you might as well focus on cultivation."

Good guy, it's all my illusion, this big lion is very energetic.

He was not ambiguous and said firmly: "When we fought with Dongkui City, I killed the fifth grade!"

The implication is obvious, big lion, don't be so arrogant, I can kill the fifth level now, so am I still far away from the sixth level?
"Ha ha."

Tang Feng sneered, kicked him into the passage, looked sideways at the other students, and continued: "You guys should get out quickly."

Everyone saw Fang Ping's fate and took the initiative to walk into the passage.

They don't want to be kicked in by the big lion like Fang Ping.

At this moment, on the other side of the passage, Fang Ping rubbed his butt and complained: "The big lion must have reached menopause. He is really angry, but do men also have menopause?"

This is a question worth pondering, but no one gave him an answer.

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Mowu.

When Chen Fan and the others returned to school, the moment they stepped into the gate, dozens of young instructors who had come out early, as well as students from the special training class, were standing at the door waiting.

When they saw them, everyone straightened their backs and gave them martial arts salutes!

The leader is Chen Zhenhua, the dean of the School of Liberal Arts, one of the four great masters of Mowu. Three of them are in the cave and one is in Nanjiang.

Among the deans of the four major colleges, only Chen Zhenhua remains at the school.

Under the leadership of Chen Zhenhua, the silent martial arts ceremony gave these students returning from the cave the highest courtesy.

When the Three Cities War started, there were no mandatory requirements for these students, but they were willing to stay in the catacombs on their own initiative, which is worthy of everyone's admiration.

"The principal and the others..."

Chen Fan walked at the front and said with a trembling voice: "The principal has...died in battle."

"Instructors Wu Jiangping and Instructor Lan Yuru from the Weapons Academy, and Instructor Zhou Heran from the Tactical Guidance Academy...all died in the cave."

Chen Zhenhua's face paled a lot when he heard this, and some students in the team that came to greet him were sobbing softly.

Among the mentors who died in the battle were their teachers.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

Chen Zhenhua murmured, turned around and said, "You are all good, and the school is proud of you. You must be tired this time. Go back and have a good rest, recuperate, be fine, everything is fine..."

The moment he stepped forward, the old man burst into tears. He still clearly remembered the scene when the principal persuaded him to stay in school, and that scene was still deeply etched in his mind.

Time flies, 30 years have passed. He should have known and been mentally prepared.

But it's still so hard to accept that the old principal who devoted his whole life to the magic weapon just left without a trace. How could he let it go!
The sorrow of demons and warriors, the sorrow of mankind!
(End of this chapter)