Let You Open A Cafeteria, And All The Students Have Become Martial Arts Saints?

"Take the mission? So many people?"

The staff's eyelids twitched as they watched a group of men and women surround him, their legs shaking.

"Is there any problem?" A boy said nonchalantly, pointing to the big screen: "I want that row."

"A row?" A big question mark appeared on the staff's forehead.

When did you use this magical unit of quantity to accept tasks?

Before he could ask, the others couldn't help it.

You are eating alone!

Row after row, what shall we do!

The few people tacitly knocked the boy down to the ground and beat him up. After some discussion, it was finally decided that each person could only take up to three tasks.

The staff looked at them as if they were insane, and just wanted to send this group of weirdos away quickly.

But there was another problem when registering.

"Aren't you students of the Law of War Academy?" the staff member asked in surprise.

"My sister also said that she is from the School of Warfare Law, what the hell, are you discriminating against me?"

"The school doesn't have a rule that you can't accept the task. If you don't give it, you will be complained."

"Yes, complain every day!"

Everyone directly hit the staff with the school rules manual in the face, so scared that he didn't dare to say anything, and assigned the tasks as quickly as possible.

These people are not picky, as long as they meet the cultivation base requirements, the mission locations can be taken back and forth in one day, which saves a lot of work.

After a while, he happily left.

There was such a big commotion, it was naturally impossible for the students of the School of Warfare to not know about it.

When they learned that they were here to grab the task, they were not angry, but laughed.

"Are those fools so poor? They can't even issue missions, and they still have to come to our place to play the autumn wind.

"Don't worry about them, people with brains full of muscles don't have to rely on hard work to make money, just assign some tasks to them."

There is a sense of superiority in the words.

In fact, it's normal. The students of the School of Warfare are all mages and skilled workers. They all have unique skills in their hands, and they are not short of money.

Although some missions are missing, but there is a chance to taunt the opponent, and they have done this business.

But with the passage of time, the students of the School of Warfare Law found that something was wrong.

"Fuck! Why are there so few tasks left~"!"

"It's all high-level tasks, I can't take them at all."

"Where did all the missions go?"

When they investigated carefully, they were shocked to find that 90% of these tasks were taken by students from Zhanwu Academy.

"What the hell, bandits! They're all bandits!"

The students of the Warfare Academy completely broke their defenses. They thought it was a few mice entering the rice warehouse.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a swallowing beast!

Who can bear this?

Immediately, someone took the lead and blocked the students of the Zhanwu Academy who happened to take the task.

Because most of the people who were robbed were low-level tasks, most of the people who came were freshmen.

"What are you doing? Don't delay us, time is precious."

The student of the Zhanwu Academy who was stopped looked surprised, and then said impatiently.

"You don't have missions in your own academy, why are you robbing us!"

"What is robbing? They are all students from Rongcheng Wuda University. They are just helping you clear up your tasks. No thanks.

Facing their shameless attitude, the students of the School of Warfare

"What if you all pick us up! That's all credits!"

"Slow down, don't care about me, get out of the way!"

"No! You are not allowed to come to our academy to accept missions in the future!"

The students of Zhanwu Academy laughed angrily: "Are you Dean Zhou or Dean Hu, do you feel that this is your territory after peeing in school?"

"You call me a dog?"

"I didn't scold you, I just helped you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors. Say thank you quickly."

"Fuck, I can't stand it! Kill them!"

The students of the School of Warfare couldn't hold back anymore, and roared to the sky, the spell in their hands was quickly formed, and then threw it out.

"Hey! I've given you a face, a quick battle, and it's time to go back to eat after receiving the mission!"

When it comes to fighting, the students of the Zhanwu Academy are so familiar with each other that they pick out their opponents without blinking an eye.

If you are in the rice circle, you need to practice a pair of good eyes. If you choose the wrong enemy, you may not be able to eat.

When the fight really started, the students of the School of Warfare almost collapsed at the touch of a finger, and the two were not at the same level at all.

In terms of cultivation, as long as he can grab a meal every day, he can guarantee a rapid improvement in cultivation.

Especially after Xia Cheng broke through as a martial artist, he also used monsters as the main ingredients, and the effect was even more obvious.

In terms of actual combat experience, outsiders have no idea what they are facing every day. The usual brother has become the sixth child who stalks you, and the gluey couple turned their faces on the spot.

They grow too much just to eat.

On the battlefield, wailing sounded one after another.

The students of the School of Warfare were beaten so quickly that they didn't even recognize horses. There was such a big commotion that people nearby came over to find out what happened.

When he saw his classmate being beaten violently, he rushed in angrily to help.

Then he was also pushed to the ground.

There were more and more people, and the students of Zhanwu Academy also realized that something was wrong.

After Jiang Yun knocked out a girl with one punch, he ate a handful of tofu and shouted loudly: "There are too many people, leave first! Come back another day!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

The movements of the remaining people were not slow at all, and in a blink of an eye, only the students of the Warfare Academy were left rolling all over the floor.

The matter was so big that the teachers at the school knew it very quickly.

When he learned that it was the student opposite him who hit him, he was furious.

Several teachers also came to the dean to complain.

"Bastards! Bunch of bastards!"

Hu Tian was trembling with vitality, and smashed the expensive desk with a slap.

(Zhao's) "That's right! It's too much! You actually came to our territory to act wildly," a teacher echoed.

"I mean the students in our academy are bastards! Are you out of your mind!" Hu Tianyuan pointed at the teacher's nose and squirmed wildly:

"It's enough to lose face in a fight! You still want me to punish the students of Zhanwu Academy? Do you want my old face!"

"Go back and grab those disgraceful bastards and put them in confinement!"

Hu Tianyuan sent all the teachers away, sat on the chair and sulked.

He and Zhou Renjie are deadly rivals. The two have fought for so many years, and today is the worst loss he has ever lost.

Thinking of those students who had suffered a crushing defeat while being superior in number, he wished he could beat him up.

"No! It's fine if you don't pursue those students, but the dog must give me an explanation on Tuesday!"

Hu Tianyuan snorted angrily, and with a flash of his figure, he shot towards Zhanwu Academy. .