It’s a hot summer day and the sun is shining brightly.

Mowu.

"The more talented you are, the harder you work!"

In the energy room hall, Song Yingji sighed with emotion.

Fang Ping started to retreat again. This time, he didn't come out for 20 days.

That kid has only had a breakthrough for a few days. He is so talented and hardworking. How can anyone catch up with him?

Of course, Song Yingji had no intention of catching up.

Today, Song Yingji is relaxed and has no pressure anymore.

I give up!

I'm not as talented as others, so I have no choice. Even if I try my best, I can't catch up. You might as well give me a breather.

In the past two years, from the peak of the fifth level to the middle of the sixth level, Song Yingji felt that this was the peak period of his life. Breaking through the first level in one year was extremely fast.

But there is no comparison with that lunatic.

The speed of breakthroughs is so fast that you collapse, and now you have reached the top of the sixth level. How can this compare?

After sighing with emotion, Song Yingji suddenly smiled and said: "Xiao Zhang, please make arrangements this year. I will take care of the new students."

On the side, Zhang Yu said strangely: "Teacher Song, you will teach the new students this year..."

"Isn't it possible?"

Song Yingji glanced at him and said unhappily: "Or do you look down on me, teacher, now?"

You are only in the first stage of the fifth rank, and you have to wait for a while to reach the middle stage. If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you up, do you believe it?

Zhang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and immediately said: "What Teacher Song said, if you are willing to teach new students, that would be the best. I asked before, there are not many sixth-grade instructors willing to teach new students this year, everyone has to practice in seclusion, you

If you are willing to bring the best, I will register you right away."

"Um."

Song Yingji nodded and said: "Besides me, what other sixth-grade students are there to bring new students this year?"

"There are not many left, mentor Bai Ruoxi, mentor Zheng Longjiang..."

"Oh, they are all new to the sixth level..."

A smile appeared on Song Yingji's face and she said: "So, I am the only one in the middle of the sixth grade this year?"

"That's not true. Li Hansong will also bring new students."

The corners of Song Yingji's mouth twitched, and she coughed slightly: "He is a kid who has just graduated. Does he know how to teach new students? It's okay. If you put it that way, I am the strongest tutor for new students this year, right?"

"Um."

Zhang Yu did not deny that although Lao Song Qian was not as good as Li Hansong, he was still senior. When it came to teaching students, he indeed had much more experience than Li Hansong.

As for the sixth-grade high-level and peak warriors, they are all thinking about breakthroughs now, so how can they have time to lead others.

In the past, Mowu had three peak warriors and one essence-blood unit. Now there is one essence-blood unit and five peak-level instructors.

There are also 8 people in the sixth grade high section.

But these people, without exception, all chose to go to the caves or retreat. Even the other middle-level instructors, no one was willing to continue to guide people.

Song Yingji is very satisfied, I am the strongest, so I can’t just pick whichever student I want.

I heard that Fang Ping's sister is coming to Mowu... Ahem, I want to teach Fang Ping's sister better, but I don't mean to deal with my sister if I can't beat my brother.

After thinking about it, Song Yingji coughed lightly and said, "By the way, when will Fang Ping be released from seclusion?"

Zhang Yu shook his head and said helplessly: "I really don't know about this. Recently, he has been in seclusion for longer and longer, and a lot of things have accumulated in the martial arts club. I also have a headache now.

Recently, everyone has been going down to the caves to practice in seclusion, and there is almost no one to take care of the middle-level students.

For the Martial Arts Club, I think it’s best to elect a vice-president to temporarily manage daily affairs.”

He has graduated and now has entered the ranks of tutors.

In this case, he can no longer serve as the vice president. Not only him, but also Liang Fenghua, Qin Fengqing, and Chen Wenlong have now withdrawn from the martial arts club.

Currently, the president of the martial arts club is Fang Ping, and the only vice president is Xie Lei.

And that guy Xie Lei... Zhang Yu counted on his fingers, how many days has that guy not been back to school?

The martial arts club is almost extinct in name only!

When Zhang Yu mentioned this, Song Yingji said somewhat thoughtfully: "Fang Ping...has he ever considered resigning as the president of the Martial Arts Club?"

"ah?"

"This boy is strong now, and his mind is no longer on this. There is no point in occupying the position of president of the martial arts club. If he becomes a master, he will no longer need to be distinguished as a senior student and serve as the president of the first college.

No problem either.

As for the martial arts club, I think we should find a student who is not too busy to be the president."

“Not too busy…everything is busy!”

Zhang Yu was helpless. When everyone was vying for the position of president, they all started to grab it.

But now, there really may not be anyone willing to be the president.

Fang Ping has taken the position of president of the Mowu Martial Arts Society to the extreme, and no student may be able to surpass him.

On the other hand, if the new president fails to do his job, he will probably be scolded by the students.

In this case, there are not many people willing to take over.

They were chatting, and not far away, Fang Ping said with a smile: "Teacher Song, are you trying to take my power?"

Song Yingji sneered and said, "Do I dare? Take away your power. If you take the time to find an opportunity to beat me, who should I ask to reason with?"

Fang Ping laughed dryly and vetoed it quickly: "Am I the kind of person the teacher said? I respect teachers very much, and I don't have much respect for teachers..."

Song Yingji was too lazy to pay attention to him, but said with a shocked look: "You...you made a breakthrough?"

"Um."

"How could it be!"

Song Yingji was surprised, but couldn't help but said: "Why didn't you go to the rooftop of the school history museum to make a breakthrough?"

The reason why he was surprised was really not because Fang Ping broke through so quickly. He was too lazy to calculate the time.

He was surprised that Fang Ping was so low-key in his breakthrough this time!

Incredible!

incredible!

Could it be that...he couldn't control it and closed the door too quickly, leaving him too late to go to the rooftop of the school history museum?

Fang Ping had a dark look on his face, and then said with a smile: "Last time there was a big commotion, everyone thought I was a grandmaster. Now that I am not a grandmaster, I just show off after breaking through to a high level. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

I will never do this again unless I am a master!"

The so-called shock is that it is more powerful every time.

It's just a sixth-grade high-ranking person, what does it count?

The last time spiritual power manifested, it was a big event.

Nowadays, everyone knows that he will cause trouble when he breaks through to high levels. From Fang Ping's point of view, he didn't surprise everyone enough, and maybe everyone underestimated him.

If Fang Ping doesn't move, he has to reach the seventh level.

"a shame……"

Song Yingji seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time. Is it considered embarrassing for a high-level sixth grader?

Do I, who is in the middle of the sixth rank, become trash in your eyes?

Good guy, this tone hurts my heart!

Today's young people have no respect for their elders at all. They have worked hard for decades and think that they can be proud and proud at the sixth level. Why don't I feel that my life is easier after I broke through to the sixth level?

Song Yingji didn't want to talk anymore, but when she thought that she came to the energy room just to wait for Fang Ping, she suppressed the pain in her heart and said even more bitterly: "Well... this year's admissions for freshmen, give me a place..."

"Song Ya?"

"Ahem, cough...it's her."

Song Yingji is also helpless and shameful!

I never thought about opening the back door, so I couldn't help it.

Song Ya is only a freshman in high school, and her energy and blood are actually not weak. After all, she has a sixth-grade father, but she is not a warrior. Song Yingji has no life essence, so he dare not let his daughter break through now.

My daughter hasn’t grown up yet, so she still has to wait for the eighth grade to rebuild her golden body?

Today's Song Ya has more than 140 qi and blood, but who knew that this year Fang Ping would recruit 5,000 people with a stroke of his pen, about 4,500 warriors, and the rest would be secondary bone tempering.

Song Yingji had no doubt that Mowu could recruit so many people. Even if Fang Ping wanted to recruit 5,000 warriors, it would be no problem.
To be continued...