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"Yang Qing, tell us, how should we deal with the matter of the fight?" Hua Lanxi questioned Guo Canghai in a questioning tone when she saw him leave.

"With regards to the Maowu Sect, it is naturally impossible to escape from the Great Elder's eyes. However, since the person concerned has already said so, there's no need to pursue the matter! " Yang Qing quickly curtsied and said good words, hoping Hua Lanxi would not pursue the matter.

"It's actually quite good for a student in the Double Stages to be expelled to establish his authority. After all, the probability of a Martial Disciple appearing in Class Two is zero. " Hua Lanxi frowned as she lightly tapped her thigh with her fingers.

"Great Elder, this is against the rules. After all, none of the parties involved admitted to fighting. Moreover, this year's double classes were different. In just two days, I was already moved several times. Great Elder, you must not forget that the Humble Class has produced a noble son! " Yang Qing's face was full of anxiety. In her opinion, each student in this year's batch was more outstanding than the last. No one would be willing to be expelled.

"The Humble Class has given birth to a noble son. You are still too young and naive!" In this era, how could one become strong without the support of a clan or a sect? It is already difficult for the Humble Class to produce a noble son. Otherwise, you will be very disappointed after a year. Because when I was still a deacon, I was also in a double class. In addition, I was in a dozen or so classes, and none of them even managed to break through to Martial Disciple. " "Hua Lanxi laughed heartily, feeling that Yang Qing was just like her young self, dreaming of the Humble Class and giving birth to a noble son.

"Great Elder, you are wrong. In fact, there were countless experts from the Humble Class. It's just that our Maowu Sect has yet to produce such an expert. If not, in the future, I will no longer receive a salary from the Maowu Sect. " The attendants of the Maowu Sect could already receive their salary.

When Hua Lanxi heard Yang Qing's words, she looked at Yang Qing curiously. "Isn't it a little too much to gamble all your salary in the future for a group of people with no future?" How about this, if you bring out a Martial Disciple, I will double the reward for you. If you cannot bring out a Martial Disciple, I will deduct three years of your salary. "

"Thank you Grand Elder, as long as you don't expel my students, anything is fine." If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave first. " Yang Qing hurriedly bowed to the Grand Elder, a smile appearing on her face.

"Go on, I didn't expect you, a little girl, to get involved." "Even though you don't want to fire people, you have to make sure your students stay calm and stay out of trouble." Hua Lanxi smiled, the wrinkles on her face all bunching together.

"I will definitely discipline them strictly. I will go back and teach them a lesson." Yang Qing hurriedly left, afraid that Hua Lanxi would go back on her word.

"From today onwards, you will train me everyday with no regards to your life. I told Great Elder that if no one breaks through to become a Martial Disciple in one year, my three years salary will be gone. "Especially you, Yi Ai. In order to prevent you from getting expelled, I paid a huge price." Yang Qing returned to the classroom and began to teach the students of Class 10 a lesson.

"It's just a three year salary. Don't worry, teacher, we will definitely produce more than one Martial Disciple from Class 10." Yi Ai was very touched as he did not expect Yang Qing to help him in such a way.

After a month of training, the physical fitness of the students of Class 10 had all increased. Yang Qing intended to teach everyone martial arts so that they could feel inner strength.

"Today, I will teach all of you Xingyi Fist, and all of you will learn it seriously." Yang Qing began to display her Xingyi Fist in front of everyone, leaving the students dumbstruck.

Form and Will Boxing is a traditional form of form and meaning, which is formed by the form and form of 12 kinds of animals. It includes dragons, tigers, monkeys, horses, crocodiles, chickens, swallows, pipers, snakes, birds, eagles, and bears. Agglomerating techniques, movement techniques, leg techniques and footwork techniques as a whole, with a rich image and comprehensive strength, is to improve the body's quality, change the person's spiritual temperament, thus achieving the goal of prolonging one's lifespan, exercise and grasp a variety of strength, and carry out offensive and defensive combat abilities. When the Form and Will Boxing reached the level of inner force, it could break through the level of a Martial Disciple and easily injure an ordinary person.

"My speed is very fast, and is very suitable for training Xing Yi Martial Arts. Although I cannot gather inner strength, I still have the strength of a zombie. I must study hard. In the future, I can fight and kill my enemies. " Yi Ai was very happy as he watched Yang Qing demonstrate her Form and Will Boxing.

In the evening, Yi Ai went out of his room and practiced Form and Will Boxing while absorbing the moonlight. The more he practiced Xing Yi Martial Arts, the faster he got. Yi Ai was reluctant to stop.

"You little rascal, you didn't even call me when you were practicing your fist art." Zhou Dewu couldn't fall asleep and walked out of the room. Seeing Yi Ai practicing Xing Yi Martial Arts, he smiled.

"Then let's practice together. As long as we work hard enough, we will definitely have a bright future." Yi Ai was full of smiles and was full of energy.

"Students, I have an idea, I don't know if you are willing or not." The next morning, when everyone arrived at the classroom, Yi Ai stood up and said.

"Just say it, as long as Yi Ai orders, we will not refuse." Nan Hao was full of smiles as he started to flatter Yi Ai. The rest of the students looked curiously at Yi Ai.

"Now that teacher isn't here, why don't you demonstrate it to everyone?" Yi Ai looked at Zhou Dewu, who nodded.

"Everyone move your chairs to the side first. Let me show everyone." In the middle of the classroom, Zhou Dewu began to show everyone Xing Yi Martial Arts.

"Zhou Dewu, you're too amazing. So you're the most talented person in our class, to be able to achieve such results in a short day." After Zhou Dewu's performance, the students applauded and praised him.

"Actually, Yi Ai is much stronger than me. This is all taught to me by him last night." Zhou Dewu touched his head embarrassedly as he was stared at by everyone.

"Actually, I didn't teach him. Last night, we took advantage of everyone sleeping and stayed out to train, so we made some progress. In the future, I plan to do evening self-study. We'll train by ourselves. If you are willing, you can come to us at night. If you aren't, we won't force you. " Yi Ai wanted to help the class bring more Martial Apostles out, and he owed Yang Qing's kindness towards him.

"Only a fool would refuse such a good thing! I, Nan Hao, am the first to register, no one can compete with me. "

"Then how can I think of the second one!"

"I want to come as well. I want to come as well …"

The classroom was full of laughter and chatter. The students were happy and full of energy.

"Who dares to say that it is difficult for the Humble Class to give birth to a noble son? If you work so hard and cannot become a Martial Disciple, then you are truly unfair." Yang Qing had long since arrived outside the classroom and secretly observed everything that was happening inside. She felt gratified in her heart.

"What are you guys talking about? Why are you chatting so happily!" Yang Qing saw that everyone was already chatting and entered the classroom.

"We didn't talk much. Didn't we just learn Xing Yi Martial Arts? Everyone is very happy." Yi Ai's face was full of smiles as he quickly replied to Yang Qing.

"Now that I know everything, and you still want to hide, I'll play with you." Yang Qing thought about it and decided to check Yi Ai's strength.

"You are the most naughty one in my class, so you must be very bad at it. Let me see how many of the twelve fist techniques you have mastered. " Yang Qing put on a disdainful look to arouse Yi Ai's fighting spirit.

"Then I'll demonstrate it." Yang Qing nodded to herself as she heard Yi Ai's demonstration.