Chapter 7
Nie Feng couldn’t help but sigh as the memories of his previous self surged up in his mind.
It was impossible to become a Star Fighter without the guidance and guidance of a master teacher. Entering a local dojo to study was naturally the only choice of many young people with dreams.
Back then, Nie Er was one of them, but unfortunately, he had only learned a set of beginner level martial arts techniques in Wan An Martial Arts School. The most important and crucial part of the《 Supreme Force》 was still difficult to break through, so he had no choice but to give up.
The reason why he abandoned himself to the streets and became a rake in the eyes of others was actually related to Wan An Martial Arts School.
When he returned to his previous place, although his soul had long since changed, the memories of his previous self became clearer and clearer.
Suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, Nie Feng walked forward, lifted the knocker and gave it a couple of taps, neither light nor heavy.
Creak ~ ~
The door to the right of the main entrance opened slightly, and a small head with a bun stuck out of it appeared.
Nie Feng laughed, “Little table, long time no see!”
The little gatekeeper was taken aback for a moment. Then, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face. “Big brother Nie, why are you here?”
Nie Feng said, “I came to look for Director Wan to acknowledge me as my teacher.”
“Huh?”
The doorman could not help but be shocked, his mouth was wide open, and he looked very cute.
Nie Feng chuckled, extending his hand to rub the other party’s small head.
The real name of this small table was Wang Zhuo. He was the only grandson of the old head of the gatekeeper of Wan’an Martial Arts School. He was smart and thoughtful.
Back in the dojo, when he was studying, he had the best relationship with Nie Er.
“Little table, who are you talking to?”
At this time, an inquiring voice came from the courtyard, “Don’t open the door for others!”
The small table hurriedly opened the door, turned around and said to the people inside, “It’s big brother Nie!”
“Big brother Nie?”
The person who asked was obviously puzzled. However, when he saw Nie Feng walking in, he immediately understood.
“Nie Erwa, it’s actually you!” Why are you back? ”
Nie Feng cupped his fist and greeted, “Senior Brother Chen, long time no see!”
Inside the main gate of Wan An Martial Arts School was the Martial Arts Practice Field. Apart from the huge tree that towered in the south wall, all the other places were paved with hard bluestone bricks for the disciples to practice their martial arts and spar with each other.
Because Wan An Martial Arts School had been here for decades, many of the bluestone bricks had either cracked or caved in. It looked very old, but there were almost thirty disciples of the dojo.
It had only been half a year since Nie Feng had left the dojo. Therefore, he knew most of the people there.
Of course, there were also many dojo disciples who were familiar with him.
That Senior Martial Brother Chen faintly smiled and nodded his head, very rudely asking, “What are you doing here?”
Nie Feng calmly replied, “I’m here to officially acknowledge Director Wan as my teacher.”
There were two main ways to learn martial arts in the dojo. The first way was to pay tuition fees and learn martial arts under the unified arrangement of the dojo. There was no limit to talent and status, which was the case with Nie Feng’s previous self.
The second was to officially become a disciple. This situation was completely different, because the true master-disciple relationship was very serious. Star martial artists often had very high requirements to choose a direct disciple. Their talent, character, and even status were all within their range.
Wan An Martial Arts School had recruited hundreds of disciples, but the direct disciples of Director Wan Shangzhi could be counted on both hands, each of them considered an elite member of the school.
“To Director Wan, I formally acknowledge you as my master … “Hahaha!”
Before Senior Martial Brother Chen could reply, a mocking laughter came from behind him.
“Nie Erwa, have you been hanging around outside for too long? Have you forgotten what kind of trash you are?”
The crowd that had just gathered parted to form a path. A man in a green robe and a young girl in a white dress walked over.
“Eldest Senior Brother, Senior Sister!”
All the disciples of the dojo greeted him respectfully.
The green-robed man looked to be in his twenties. The five officials were looking at Nie Feng with disdain.
Nie Feng’s expression flickered before he smiled and said, “Senior Zhang, you’re here too?”
Without waiting for a reply, he turned to the girl in the white dress beside the man and said, “Senior Sister Wan.”
Although he appeared calm on the surface, Nie Feng was not at all calm.
The man in the green tunic was Wan Shangzhi’s eldest disciple, Zhang Mo, while the girl in the white dress was Wan Shangzhi’s daughter, Wan Yunfang. The latter was about the same age as Nie Feng, and her outstanding appearance was known as the flower of Wan An Martial School.
Previously, when Nie Feng was studying in the dojo, he had fallen in love with Wan Yunfang and ended up being humiliated by Zhang Mo. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the dojo.
Zhang Mo was a narrow-minded person. He admitted that he was Wan Shangzhi’s successor and had always been pursuing Wan Yunfang. Therefore, he could not tolerate Nie Feng swinging his previous body in front of the latter, and had used a lot of underhanded methods on Nie Feng.
Nie Feng originally thought that he wouldn’t have to deal with the grudges and grudges of his previous self. However, now it seems that his thinking was too simple. Perhaps returning to Wan An Martial Arts School today was a mistake.
Wan Yunfang didn’t have any good impression of Nie Feng, so she nodded expressionlessly in response.
He stared at Nie Feng and said, “Nie Erwa, Master has gone out to visit friends. Even if he wasn’t here today, he wouldn’t accept a hoodlum like you. So stop dreaming!”
His words were harsh and unpleasant to the ears, and the other disciples couldn’t help but sneer at him.
Wan Yunfang frowned but did not say anything.
Nie Feng knew that if the curator went out, the dojo would close its doors and allow its disciples to train on their own to prevent others from knocking their doors and knocking their doors. Therefore, Zhang Mo should be speaking the truth.
However, the other party’s mockery made him feel infuriated!
“What is it? “You aren’t convinced?”
Zhang Mo noticed Nie Feng’s gaze and mocked, “Then let me see what kind of ability you have to run back to the dojo and take me as your disciple!”
Actually, he sensed that Nie Feng was different from before. However, he didn’t put Nie Feng in his heart at all, and was even eager to teach Nie Feng a lesson, beating him to the point where he had to look for his teeth!
If it was the Nie Er from the past, they might have been provoked by Zhang Mo’s words to the point of being hot-blooded. However, what kind of person was Nie Feng now? Why would he be affected by Zhang Mo’s clumsy provocation?
Ignoring Zhang Mo’s question, he smiled and said, “Since Director Wan is not around, I will take my leave.”
With that, Nie Feng turned around and walked away, not hesitating at all.
Wan An was not the only martial arts school in Nan Yuan City. Why would he want to get entangled with people like Zhang Mo?
However, when Nie Feng was about to leave, Zhang Mo didn’t agree — he hadn’t even had enough fun!
“Nie Erwa, why are you in such a hurry? We haven’t seen each other in a long time, let’s get closer!”
As he spoke, he took a step forward and caught up to Nie Feng. He extended his claw and grabbed onto Nie Feng’s right shoulder with lightning speed, using thirty to forty percent of his strength.
Zhang Mo didn’t want Nie Feng’s life. However, he had grabbed Nie Feng and put him down on the ground, making him look like a disgrace to him. This was exactly what he wanted to achieve.
He did not think that it would be difficult to do so.
But what Zhang Mo never expected was that his plan failed!
Just as Zhang Mo’s claws were about to touch Nie Feng’s shoulders, Nie Feng turned around as if he was already prepared, and dodged the latter’s attack.
Zhang Mo was stunned.
His gaze met Nie Feng’s, and the ridicule in the latter’s eyes made him feel as if he had lost control of himself!
Bang!
Under everyone’s gaze of disbelief, Nie Feng abruptly raised his palm and slammed it heavily onto Zhang Mo’s chest, directly sending him flying. He then fell to the ground five or six steps away, battered and exhausted.
“Star rank!”
A disciple of the dojo shouted. His expression looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Actually, everyone present didn’t need his reminder to see the faint light radiating from Nie Feng’s right palm — — Star Energy!
Zhang Mo was a Black Iron Warrior who had condensed his Star Origin and Invigorated Meridian. If Nie Feng wasn’t a Star Realm martial artist, no matter how strong his physical strength was, it would be impossible for him to send him flying with a single palm strike.
* For the purpose of faster release, chapter is unedited.
Chapter 7
Nie Feng couldn’t help but sigh as the memories of his previous self surged up in his mind.
It was impossible to become a Star Fighter without the guidance and guidance of a master teacher. Entering a local dojo to study was naturally the only choice of many young people with dreams.
Back then, Nie Er was one of them, but unfortunately, he had only learned a set of beginner level martial arts techniques in Wan An Martial Arts School. The most important and crucial part of the《 Supreme Force》 was still difficult to break through, so he had no choice but to give up.
The reason why he abandoned himself to the streets and became a rake in the eyes of others was actually related to Wan An Martial Arts School.
When he returned to his previous place, although his soul had long since changed, the memories of his previous self became clearer and clearer.
Suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, Nie Feng walked forward, lifted the knocker and gave it a couple of taps, neither light nor heavy.
Creak ~ ~
The door to the right of the main entrance opened slightly, and a small head with a bun stuck out of it appeared.
Nie Feng laughed, “Little table, long time no see!”
The little gatekeeper was taken aback for a moment. Then, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face. “Big brother Nie, why are you here?”
Nie Feng said, “I came to look for Director Wan to acknowledge me as my teacher.”
“Huh?”
The doorman could not help but be shocked, his mouth was wide open, and he looked very cute.
Nie Feng chuckled, extending his hand to rub the other party’s small head.
The real name of this small table was Wang Zhuo. He was the only grandson of the old head of the gatekeeper of Wan’an Martial Arts School. He was smart and thoughtful.
Back in the dojo, when he was studying, he had the best relationship with Nie Er.
“Little table, who are you talking to?”
At this time, an inquiring voice came from the courtyard, “Don’t open the door for others!”
The small table hurriedly opened the door, turned around and said to the people inside, “It’s big brother Nie!”
“Big brother Nie?”
The person who asked was obviously puzzled. However, when he saw Nie Feng walking in, he immediately understood.
“Nie Erwa, it’s actually you!” Why are you back? ”
Nie Feng cupped his fist and greeted, “Senior Brother Chen, long time no see!”
Inside the main gate of Wan An Martial Arts School was the Martial Arts Practice Field. Apart from the huge tree that towered in the south wall, all the other places were paved with hard bluestone bricks for the disciples to practice their martial arts and spar with each other.
Because Wan An Martial Arts School had been here for decades, many of the bluestone bricks had either cracked or caved in. It looked very old, but there were almost thirty disciples of the dojo.
It had only been half a year since Nie Feng had left the dojo. Therefore, he knew most of the people there.
Of course, there were also many dojo disciples who were familiar with him.
That Senior Martial Brother Chen faintly smiled and nodded his head, very rudely asking, “What are you doing here?”
Nie Feng calmly replied, “I’m here to officially acknowledge Director Wan as my teacher.”
There were two main ways to learn martial arts in the dojo. The first way was to pay tuition fees and learn martial arts under the unified arrangement of the dojo. There was no limit to talent and status, which was the case with Nie Feng’s previous self.
The second was to officially become a disciple. This situation was completely different, because the true master-disciple relationship was very serious. Star martial artists often had very high requirements to choose a direct disciple. Their talent, character, and even status were all within their range.
Wan An Martial Arts School had recruited hundreds of disciples, but the direct disciples of Director Wan Shangzhi could be counted on both hands, each of them considered an elite member of the school.
“To Director Wan, I formally acknowledge you as my master … “Hahaha!”
Before Senior Martial Brother Chen could reply, a mocking laughter came from behind him.
“Nie Erwa, have you been hanging around outside for too long? Have you forgotten what kind of trash you are?”
The crowd that had just gathered parted to form a path. A man in a green robe and a young girl in a white dress walked over.
“Eldest Senior Brother, Senior Sister!”
All the disciples of the dojo greeted him respectfully.
The green-robed man looked to be in his twenties. The five officials were looking at Nie Feng with disdain.
Nie Feng’s expression flickered before he smiled and said, “Senior Zhang, you’re here too?”
Without waiting for a reply, he turned to the girl in the white dress beside the man and said, “Senior Sister Wan.”
Although he appeared calm on the surface, Nie Feng was not at all calm.
The man in the green tunic was Wan Shangzhi’s eldest disciple, Zhang Mo, while the girl in the white dress was Wan Shangzhi’s daughter, Wan Yunfang. The latter was about the same age as Nie Feng, and her outstanding appearance was known as the flower of Wan An Martial School.
Previously, when Nie Feng was studying in the dojo, he had fallen in love with Wan Yunfang and ended up being humiliated by Zhang Mo. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the dojo.
Zhang Mo was a narrow-minded person. He admitted that he was Wan Shangzhi’s successor and had always been pursuing Wan Yunfang. Therefore, he could not tolerate Nie Feng swinging his previous body in front of the latter, and had used a lot of underhanded methods on Nie Feng.
Nie Feng originally thought that he wouldn’t have to deal with the grudges and grudges of his previous self. However, now it seems that his thinking was too simple. Perhaps returning to Wan An Martial Arts School today was a mistake.
Wan Yunfang didn’t have any good impression of Nie Feng, so she nodded expressionlessly in response.
He stared at Nie Feng and said, “Nie Erwa, Master has gone out to visit friends. Even if he wasn’t here today, he wouldn’t accept a hoodlum like you. So stop dreaming!”
His words were harsh and unpleasant to the ears, and the other disciples couldn’t help but sneer at him.
Wan Yunfang frowned but did not say anything.
Nie Feng knew that if the curator went out, the dojo would close its doors and allow its disciples to train on their own to prevent others from knocking their doors and knocking their doors. Therefore, Zhang Mo should be speaking the truth.
However, the other party’s mockery made him feel infuriated!
“What is it? “You aren’t convinced?”
Zhang Mo noticed Nie Feng’s gaze and mocked, “Then let me see what kind of ability you have to run back to the dojo and take me as your disciple!”
Actually, he sensed that Nie Feng was different from before. However, he didn’t put Nie Feng in his heart at all, and was even eager to teach Nie Feng a lesson, beating him to the point where he had to look for his teeth!
If it was the Nie Er from the past, they might have been provoked by Zhang Mo’s words to the point of being hot-blooded. However, what kind of person was Nie Feng now? Why would he be affected by Zhang Mo’s clumsy provocation?
Ignoring Zhang Mo’s question, he smiled and said, “Since Director Wan is not around, I will take my leave.”
With that, Nie Feng turned around and walked away, not hesitating at all.
Wan An was not the only martial arts school in Nan Yuan City. Why would he want to get entangled with people like Zhang Mo?
However, when Nie Feng was about to leave, Zhang Mo didn’t agree — he hadn’t even had enough fun!
“Nie Erwa, why are you in such a hurry? We haven’t seen each other in a long time, let’s get closer!”
As he spoke, he took a step forward and caught up to Nie Feng. He extended his claw and grabbed onto Nie Feng’s right shoulder with lightning speed, using thirty to forty percent of his strength.
Zhang Mo didn’t want Nie Feng’s life. However, he had grabbed Nie Feng and put him down on the ground, making him look like a disgrace to him. This was exactly what he wanted to achieve.
He did not think that it would be difficult to do so.
But what Zhang Mo never expected was that his plan failed!
Just as Zhang Mo’s claws were about to touch Nie Feng’s shoulders, Nie Feng turned around as if he was already prepared, and dodged the latter’s attack.
Zhang Mo was stunned.
His gaze met Nie Feng’s, and the ridicule in the latter’s eyes made him feel as if he had lost control of himself!
Bang!
Under everyone’s gaze of disbelief, Nie Feng abruptly raised his palm and slammed it heavily onto Zhang Mo’s chest, directly sending him flying. He then fell to the ground five or six steps away, battered and exhausted.
“Star rank!”
A disciple of the dojo shouted. His expression looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Actually, everyone present didn’t need his reminder to see the faint light radiating from Nie Feng’s right palm — — Star Energy!
Zhang Mo was a Black Iron Warrior who had condensed his Star Origin and Invigorated Meridian. If Nie Feng wasn’t a Star Realm martial artist, no matter how strong his physical strength was, it would be impossible for him to send him flying with a single palm strike.
* For the purpose of faster release, chapter is unedited.
