World’s Best Martial Artist - Chapter 265

[Chapter 257 Last year in this door today]

[Book Title: Global Gaowu Chapter 257 Last year in this door today Author: Eagles Eat Chickens]

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In the team, many people choked silently.

The principal is dead!

Many, many mentors also died in the burrow, and some of their classmates, partners, and some stayed in the burrow forever.

Originally, there were nearly 20 students above the third grade, one mission, one defense, and only 15 people came back at this moment.

…

Alloy outside.

The two guarding the door became one person, and the scarred face disappeared.

On that day, the one who came to demolish the alloy house with Fang Ping while he was waiting to settle the burrow was gone.

Fang Ping seemed to have thought of something, looked at the other gatekeeper who was distracted, and said softly, “Uncle Scar, he…”

“I’m going to catch the girls in the dungeon.”

Some lonely gatekeepers chuckled and said, “That guy has been thinking about catching a dungeon girl all day long and coming back for training, so I’m satisfied now.”

Fang Ping didn’t know if Scarface just entered the burrow or died in the burrow, but he didn’t ask any more questions.

Too many people have died these days.

Everyone opened the passage, and outside, there were still warriors entering, but there were no longer low-level warriors, all of them were middle-level warriors.

The moment he walked out of the ground, in mid-air, an unknown strong man sang loudly:

“Last year in this gate today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red, and the faces of the people didn’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze…”

…

Fang Ping didn’t know who the strong man was mourning for.

relatives?

spouse?

Or those masters who died in battle!

When those old, debilitated and wounded grandmasters stepped into the burrow, everyone knew that this is where they are going… not coming back!

“Master…”

Stepping out of the barracks, Fang Ping murmured, is this the grandmaster?

…

Magic Wu.

At the moment when Fang Ping and everyone stepped into the magic martial arts, dozens of instructors and dozens of students from the special training class were waiting at the door.

The silent martial arts ceremony gave Fang Ping the highest etiquette.

Everyone straightened their backs and returned their salutes one after another!

The head is the dean of the Faculty of Letters, the four great masters, three are in the burrow, one is in Nanjiang, and there is no master in Mowu at this moment.

Three of the four deans entered the burrow, and only Dean Chen Zhenhua of Yu Wen College stayed behind.

“Headmaster they…”

In the team, the students wept silently, and someone wept, “The principal has… died in battle.”

“Instructor Wu Jiangping, Instructor Lan Yuru, Instructor Zhou Heran… all died in the burrow.”

Chen Zhenhua’s face seemed to be much paler, and in the crowd, someone choked in a low voice.

“Just come back, just come back…”

Chen Zhenhua murmured and turned around and said, “Go back and rest well, recover well, be well, be well…”

The moment he walked away, the old man burst into tears.

He knew it long ago, and he should have been mentally prepared!

However, 60 years!

The old principal, who has cared for Mowu for 60 years, just left so silently, how could he be willing!

The mourning of magic and martial arts, the mourning of mankind!

…

On this day, the entire Mowu was shrouded in grief.

On this day, when the news was passed from the burrow, no one in the know was not in grief.

Seven great masters, die in the catacombs!

He fought and killed the seven powerhouses in Tianmen City, all with no bones left, fought in the burrow, died in the burrow, and was buried in the burrow.

…

Fang Ping refused to go to the medical room. He only suffered from skin trauma. The moment he came out of the burrow, he just wanted to sleep well.

Forget the burrows, forget the humans who are still fighting there, and forget those compatriots who died in battle.

He couldn’t wait until the end of the war to retrieve the bones of those mentors and classmates.

He is not even qualified to participate in the decisive battle!

Without him, he is too weak.

Even if he can kill the fourth rank, he is still too weak.

In the burrow, the master will also die in battle. He is a small third-rank, what qualifications does he have to stick his neck and say that he wants to stay?

In less than ten days, Fang Ping felt that he had passed the longest period of his life.

Mowu students can leave because many people think that these Wushu students are the seeds of human masters, so they left these seeds for Mowu.

But what about the military warriors?

What about ordinary people?

…

Fang Ping didn’t practice, so he fell asleep, ignoring the sour smell and blood all over his body.

Forget about the catacombs!

Sadness is the right of the weak, and he doesn’t need sadness either. It is the best sacrifice to make himself stronger and calm down the troubles of the burrows.

…

When Fang Ping woke up, he didn’t feel refreshed, but felt sore all over.

The morning sun shone into the room, and Fang Ping felt that the sun was so beautiful for the first time.

Sitting up from the bed, Fang Ping walked to the window.

Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, like a paradise.

“It’s like a dream…”

Fang Ping murmured, and downstairs, there were students practicing in the morning.

When Fang Ping was standing by the window, someone saw him and hurriedly shouted, “President!”

“Good morning, President!”

“The president is back!”

“…”

These people from Pingyuan Club are not strong enough. They don’t know anything about the burrows, they only know that many people in the school have gone out to perform tasks.

They don’t know that in a place they don’t know, seven master masters were killed in one day.

The government has not informed the public, at least not at this time.

When ordinary people learn that seven grandmasters of Huaguo were killed in one day, how would they panic?

Grandmaster, in the eyes of many people, is the sky, the symbol of invincibility.

Only until the next day, when all the people know about the burrows, will these humans who died in the burrows be known. However, at that time, what else is left except for an unfamiliar name?

Poor Bone by the Riverside, still like a person in a spring boudoir’s dream.

The human beings who guard the burrows are the noblest and the most humble.

Fang Ping was slightly dazed, and nodded lightly downstairs.

…

After taking a shower, I changed into a new set of clothes.

After cleaning up neatly, Fang Ping was slightly at a loss when he came out of the dormitory. What should he do now?

After thinking about it, Fang Ping walked to the logistics department.

The huge Mowu, the familiar mentor at the moment, seems to be the only old man Li.

The logistics department is getting more and more deserted.

The seniors graduated and the freshmen had not arrived yet. Most of the tutors went to the burrows. The third-rank students were recuperating or cultivating. The first- and second-rank warriors were also in the summer vacation now, and some people had already left.

There are not many people in the school at this time.

Old Man Li is still there.

The old man didn’t smoke his dry cigarette, he got a pot of peanuts from somewhere, and was drinking.

Seeing Fang Ping, Old Man Li looked up at him and chuckled, “Have a drink?”

“teacher……”

Old Man Li didn’t wait for him to finish, and laughed at himself: “Everyone has gone to the burrow, but the old man didn’t go, tsk tsk, the principal really looks down on me, let the old man break through the grandmaster and talk about it.

Hahaha, if I could break through, I would have broken through long ago!

Is the principal afraid that I will die in the burrow?

The old guy, he is dead, and he still cares about whether others die. There are enough worries.

”

Old man Li shook his head and said with a smile: “Sit down, why are you standing? Don’t you look down on me, old man?”

“No.”

Fang Ping sat down, and Old Man Li suddenly drank the wine in his hand and sighed, “Did you know? In Mowu, there are 10 tutors and 8 are the principal’s students.”

Fang Ping was a little surprised.

“A mentor of magic martial arts, is it comparable to a local high-ranking officer? Is it comparable to a local governor? Is it comparable to a military general?”

Old Man Li smiled and shook his head: “It’s not comparable!”

“The instructor of Mowu, to put it bluntly, his strength and ability are much stronger than those of some local officials! Staying in Mowu, everything you get is not as much as them.

But why do you all stay?

Because of the principal!

”

“60 years ago, when the Mowu school was established, there was nothing in the Mowu at that time, not to mention the comparison with Jingwu and several other martial arts universities, it was completely incomparable.

The principal was only the first batch of students recruited by Mowu, but at that time, there was no four-year system.

He went to school for a year and became an assistant teacher of Mowu, and the next year, he began to be a mentor in Mowu.

The headmaster’s teacher was the first headmaster of Mowu, but the first headmaster died very early, and his strength was not too strong. At that time, he was only a fifth-grade strength.

A few years after the establishment of Mowu School, the first principal died in battle.

At that time, there were very few strong people, and there were not many strong people willing to be the president of Wuhan University, especially the president of Wuhan University who had just established the school a few years ago.

And then… confused, the headmaster who had just entered the fourth-rank realm was ordered to serve as the acting headmaster of Mowu.

At that time, he was only 25 years old, and the 25-year-old president of Wuhan University… Really, other Wuhan universities did not treat Mowu as Wuda.

The headmaster’s talent is very strong… At that time, the Demon City Catacombs had already appeared, and his biggest dream was to cultivate the magic martial arts into a powerful martial arts school that could compete with the Catacombs.

When you enter the burrow, you know how strong the burrow is, and you also know how ridiculous the headmaster’s dream is!

But he took it seriously. He has been fighting for this dream for decades since then. He has taught many students. You don’t know that the principal is very treacherous. …”

Old man Li smiled and said with a chuckle: “I remember at that time, he brainwashed us every day, being a mentor is better than being an official, a mentor, a mentor, a master who guides life, and a teacher who is more admired than those officials. …

Think about it, we are all a group of young people in their twenties, and they are hot-blooded, how can we withstand his brainwashing every day.

We despise officials and despise businessmen. Our only idea is to stay in school after graduation and become a magician.

When I graduated, I actually didn’t want to be a tutor. As a result, the old man didn’t cultivate and went to my parents and said how noble the tutors of Wuhan University were and how good the treatment was… Then he beat me up and said that if I dared to leave , he broke my leg…

As a result, I was half forced and half fooled by him, and I stayed in Mowu as a teacher in a confused way.

”

This was the first time Fang Ping knew that Old Man Li was actually the principal’s student!

At this moment, Fang Ping did not interrupt.

Old Man Li said something incoherent, lost in memories, and said with a smile: “Over the years, he has used various means to leave a large number of students as magic martial arts instructors, which is why the current magic martial arts is flourishing, and there are two famous schools. status.

Unfortunately, it is still far from his dream of one school competing against one cave.

He himself, because of many battles, was seriously injured, and his immortal body was almost wiped out.

Not just physical injuries, but also psychological ones.

In the 60 years of ups and downs, most of the students he taught have died in the burrows. Don’t look at him and don’t talk about it, I feel uncomfortable.

Before, he was going to wait for the Nanjiang burrow to be opened. He and some seniors went to Nanjiang to fight to the death. I thought… I thought it would be a while longer.

But the situation in the Demon Capital Grotto has deteriorated, and the old guy couldn’t wait any longer, so he hurried in and died…”

Old Man Li drank another glass of wine and shook his head as if he was happy or sad: “I’m finally dead, I actually knew this day would come, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon, his death… it’s fun, but also Don’t think about it, he is dead, what will happen to his dream?

One school destroys one cave… Hahaha, even one city cannot be destroyed!

The old guy is not weak for bragging. From 60 years ago to the present, he only lost one rank eight, shame!

We are also embarrassed for not being able to help him fulfill his wish…”

Old Man Li smiled and burst into tears. For 40 years, he has been in Mowu for 40 years, and he has been with that old non-cultivator for 40 years. He is really reluctant!

I thought I’d die first, anyway, you have enough students who died, you should have gotten used to it.

But you actually died earlier than me, there is only one master, it is the master, not the mentor!

Fang Ping didn’t speak, and poured a glass of wine for Old Man Li.

The old man Li drank it, his face gradually returned to normal, and said with a chuckle: “If you die, you will die, you are so old, you should look away.

It’s embarrassing to talk so much to your kid, but you’re still pissed on a horse, don’t spread it out, or the old man will slap you to death!

”

“Ok.”

“Tell me, what’s the situation in the burrow?”

“When we came out, we had already repelled the encirclement of the two cities, and killed a large number of cave warriors and ordinary troops…”

Fang Ping briefly explained the situation, and Old Man Li nodded slightly: “The situation is not too deteriorating, it should be able to stop it, it’s only two cities. Similar to the military town stronghold of Hope City, the passage was too close to the opponent’s city, so it was broken.

On the Devil’s side, if you want to break through Hope City, there will be no drama unless more than 5 cities join forces, but… the casualties will not be less.

This time, the two commanders and five high-quality generals of Tianmen City were killed, and Tianmen City was no longer a concern.

As for Dongkui City, there are currently only 4 high-quality people dispatched. Unless they all come out, otherwise, the next battle will mainly focus on the battle between the middle and low-quality products.

”

After speaking, Old Man Li suddenly said: “Boy, your generation is even more troublesome!”

Fang Ping was suspicious, and Old Man Li shook his head lightly and said, “Our generation mainly fights against Tianmen City. If more than half of the high-quality gate city is lost today, then the two cities are likely to merge. UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com or form a united front.

That is to say, the next time you enter the burrow, you will no longer face the familiar Tianmen City warriors, but Dongkui City.

The battlefield is no longer within a 100-mile radius of Hope City, but spreads to a 500-mile radius.

This means that the danger is higher.

And you group of people may be the main force to fight them in the future, so the pressure will be greater than us.

”

Fang Ping said solemnly: “Sooner or later, the burrow will be destroyed, and it will be the same. I also hope that the problem of the burrow will be solved in our generation. I don’t want our descendants to continue to sacrifice their lives for the next few decades. , continue to fight against the burrows!”

“Yeah…we thought so too back then…”

Old Man Li laughed at himself, thinking the same thing, but the result… was not satisfactory.

After decades of war, instead of destroying the enemy, there are more and more and more and more dangerous.

Can humans really defeat each other?

At this moment, I am afraid many people are confused.

Old man Li didn’t speak any more, drank his wine sullenly. The older generation of warriors were all dying. Seventh-Rank, Eighth-Rank, Ninth-Rank… None of these people died!

It’s a bit ridiculous that until now, Old Man Li and the others don’t know how long these powerhouses can live.

Immortality was originally the ultimate pursuit of ancient warriors, but in modern times, this has never happened.

The ninth-rank powerhouses, because of the war every year, most of them are injured. Once they feel that the state is not there, they will go deep into the burrow and never return.

What is the situation in the depths of the burrow?

Such as him at the peak of the sixth rank, the grandmaster is hopeless, and he will not sit and wait for death. The peak of the sixth rank martial artist either made a breakthrough or died in battle, and there was no death of old age.

Old man Li was silent, Fang Ping also sat quietly, his mind drifted a little.

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