Zhao Feng bowed and said: "Elder, I want to enter the second floor of Xuanwu Pavilion."

"With your age of less than fourteen years old, your promotion to the second level of martial arts is pretty average. However, before becoming an inner-level disciple, the treatment for the children of the branch clan and the children of the own clan are different when they enter the Xuanwu Pavilion."

The white-robed elder said calmly.

When Zhao Feng heard this, he was a little startled, but when he thought about the new rules of the Zhao family, he immediately felt relieved.

"Elder, please speak."

Zhao Feng understood that before he had absolute strength, he was not qualified to bargain.

The white-robed leader said expressionlessly: "Disciples of the second level of martial arts can only enter the first floor of Xuanwu Pavilion. On the first floor of Xuanwu Pavilion, there are many low-level martial arts and a few intermediate martial arts. Children of this clan can choose up to two

An intermediate martial arts school or four low-level martial arts schools can be taken out to practice for two months; while the children of the branch clan can choose at most one intermediate martial arts school or two low-level martial arts schools for one month."

After hearing the rules, Zhao Feng took a deep breath: "Junior understands."

The rules of Xuanwu Pavilion have a huge difference in the treatment of the children of the own clan and the children of the branch clan.

Regardless of the number of choices or training time, the children of the branch clan are not as good as the children of the own clan, the gap is basically twice.

"Okay! You can go in, the time is half an hour."
Chapter completed!