Wuming returned to the barracks and went to the military headquarters again, with the purpose of naturally increasing his salary.

Looking at the Martial Saint badge in Wuming's hand, Domoto Gangichi had to double his salary according to the system.

Wuming, who planned to live a good life, underestimated the omnipotent ability of journalists in the imperial capital newspaper industry.

The next day, the news published on the front pages of major newspapers in the imperial capital made Wuming's life fall into a busy life again, so busy that he had almost no time to take care of his army.

"The Unknown General of the Empire became a Martial Saint"

"The Revitalized Ancient Martial Arts of the Empire is Just around the corner"

"A Generation of Famous Generals and Unknown Generals"

Other sub-pages even published speeches by Wuming in the Military Department yesterday. As for the important speeches delivered by the Military Department Marshal Domoto Gang were ruthlessly stuffed into the advertising pages by most newspapers. The most exaggerated one was that the radical newspapers entered the newspapers, and even placed Domoto Gangchi's speech under the advertisement for treating STD to express his dissatisfaction with the Military Department.

The people are gossipy, and people are often more willing to pay attention to the trivial matters of celebrities. Wuming's trivial matter of being promoted to Martial Saint was immediately hyped up and everyone in the city knew about it.

Following this, young people who practice ancient martial arts came to the assessment of the trade union and asked for promotion to the Martial Saint exam.

In the past, there was no Martial Saint, and the Empire used other systems experts as examiners. Now Wuming is the helmist and is the helmist, so he naturally takes charge of the heavy responsibility of the exam.

Looking at the sixth young man who came to take the exam today, Wuming sighed in his heart. Where did these people who came to take the exam come to take the exam?

Almost everyone has the same opening remark. The first thing they do when they see Wuming is to ask for an autograph first and then take the exam.

Wuming, who even had no level of level 7 warriors, could not imagine how they would have the courage to come and take the exam. At the same time, Wuming also knew the depressedness of the ancient martial arts of the Shenlong Kingdom.

There is no corresponding mental method, and almost all young people who practice ancient martial arts use fighting spirit to promote ancient martial arts tricks. Wuming felt very bored when he saw this inappropriate fighting method.

"The sixth exam begins today..." the old man shouted weakly: "The seventh place is ready to play."

The young man excitedly and carefully performed what he thought was the most perfect move. Wuming glanced at the young man who was waiting for the exam behind him and sighed slightly.

The first level of Vajra Power!

Wuming's figure suddenly surged to two meters, and the good-quality military uniform was instantly cracked by his strong muscles.

Everyone took a breath. How could they have seen such a magical technique? Even the lazy old man was surprised. This was a martial art that Wuming had never used when fighting Leng Mobi. It is said that Wuming took the promotion exam without using the real ancient martial arts. This is the first time he used it in front of everyone.

The young man looked up at the strong Wuming, feeling panicked in his heart, how could he dare to attack Wuming?

Wuming didn't even look at the young man, but raised his legs to the front of a wooden stake as thick as a bowl in the arena, and suddenly shouted, and his right fist hit the wooden stake hard.

Bang!

The wooden stake broke in response to the sound, and half of the wood even rolled several times in the air before it fell heavily to the ground.

The arena became quiet for a moment, and Wuming's opponent sat on the ground. When the huge fist hit him, the young man would naturally have the consequences. Even wearing armor would be beaten several feet away.

Wuming said coldly: "Those who think they can take a punch like me can continue to stay for the exam, everyone else will come back."

When the old man saw the silence of everyone, he shouted: "I will not refund the registration fee you paid. If you naturally have insufficient strength, please go back! Of course, you can't let you come for nothing. Each person can ask the nameless general for a signature."

More than a dozen young people rushed to Wuming excitedly, and took up the quill and ink that had been prepared.

After seeing off more than a dozen challengers, these young men left the arena and immediately found their friends and told them what they saw and heard.

Of course, young people always have a little moisture in their words. For example, the wooden stake with a bowl cut by Wuming with a punch turned into a wooden stake with a bowl cut.

When these hearsay young people were passed on to others again, they had turned into wooden stakes that were thick with one punch.

As the legend continues to evolve, it took only one night to spread throughout the imperial capital as if it had grown wings.

the next day

In a gossip newspaper in the imperial capital, an exaggerated report said that Wuming had a punch to interrupt the big tree that was hugging together.

People are gossipy, and people prefer to hear such rumors. The gossip newspaper that day set the best sales record since they opened the newspaper.

When Wuming walked out of the bedroom, the director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Imperial Capital Royal Battle Academy had already been waiting at the door.

"General Wuming, I came here this time because I planned to invite you to be the visiting professor of our Taichung Martial Arts Department." The director of the Academic Affairs Office respectfully took out his famous post and handed it to Wuming.

Director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Royal Combat Academy: Steve, majoring in swordsman, and level 13 swordsman.

Wuming Bingleng finished reading the famous post and said: "Sorry, I'm a soldier."

"It's okay! His Majesty the Emperor has agreed to the request of my college and issued guest privileges to you."

"I want to train my own soldiers." Wuming pushed Steve away, who was blocking the front, and walked forward.

"We hired it for a high salary!" Steve used the gossip he heard from the gossip: "High salary!"

Wuming stopped, turned around slowly and smiled, "What? Do you think I'm very greedy?"

"No, no, no..." Steve shook his head repeatedly and said, "I just want to show our academy's sincerity."

Wuming smiled slightly. He now needs a lot of money. Not only does the village need money, but his troops also need gold coins.

After seeing the lightsaber of the palace guards, Wuming secretly decided to give each of his subordinates a hand. It is not easy to find such a partner, and Wuming doesn't want to treat any partner unfairly.

For this reason, Wuming once looked for Bill, the discount price he received from him was still not the amount that Wuming could afford.

"I will consider it. You can listen to the answer tomorrow." Wuming threw down his words and walked towards the schoolyard.

Steve had a smile on his face. He knew that this matter was settled. In the future, the Taikung Martial Arts Department, which never makes money, will be a new economic growth point for the school.

Wuming came to the school ground and saw Dimora teaching more than a dozen mercenaries about magic.

"Captain of the Hundred Riders! I want to ask a question! Why do you only teach each of us a spell, and then always ask us to rest on our mental power? Without a powerful spell, how can we go into battle to kill the enemy?"

"Why do you need to learn spells?" Dimora showed a look of disgusting: "Idiots only learn spells. The job that scrolls can replace, so why do people do it? Then the man becomes a human-shaped scroll? Today's magicians only know how to learn powerful magic, but ignore the essence of magic."

"What is the essence of magic?" a soldier asked loudly.

"A trainee magician deserves to talk about the nature of magic."

Wuming knew who this annoying voice was when he didn't look back. He was so familiar with Domotoki's voice.

"What if there is no scroll on the battlefield?" said the magician beside Domotoki: "The scroll is just an auxiliary. You are still at the level of a trainee mage at this age. It proves that you have no talent at all. You are so embarrassed to talk nonsense here..."

Wuming turned around and glared at the magician, and just saw it, the magician shut his mouth obediently. Facing the Martial Saint, he thought he was not as good as him, especially Wuming's eyes that looked like a beast made him feel that if he didn't shut up, he would be killed by the other party.

Wu Ming asked without raising his head, "Is there anything wrong with the commander of Domotoki?

Domotogi laughed twice: "It's not a big deal. My troops are going to carry out missions, and when I return triumphantly, I will definitely become a new national hero. Let's go!"

How could Tangyi of Tomoto have such a stupid son? Wuming couldn't figure it out.

When Dimora saw Domotoki left, he coughed twice and said, "Let's continue to talk about the mutual cooperation between the magic."

Wuming sat quietly on the ground listening to Dimora's explanation of magic. Although he did not understand magic at all and could not learn magic, he also listened with relish. The explanation of the magician in the Royal Villa was completely different.

He is really just an apprentice magician? Wuming looked at the fat man carefully. Magic is a very magical thing. It is difficult for laymen to truly distinguish the level of a magician. Wuming could only guess completely out of thin air.

When Dimora saw Wuming's puzzled eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she returned Wuming's look, as if she was saying to Wuming: "Guess."

"Boss! When will our instructor arrive?" Wadehai led the other soldiers to run around the schoolyard for two laps, and sat beside Wuming and complained: "Can't you teach us yourself? We want to learn ancient martial arts more than fighting magic."

"Do you want to learn ancient martial arts?" Wuming looked at Wadehai in surprise.

"Of course!" More than a hundred soldiers covered in sweat said in unison: "The leader is the Martial Saint, but we learn to fight. This will embarrass you when it is spread."

Each book of the ancient martial arts states the qualifications required by the cultivator. As the practice deepens, Wuming gradually begins to understand what the qualifications of a cultivator are. After comparing with each other, Wuming discovers that the high-quality qualifications mentioned in the book are much worse than that of himself.

After observing these days, Wuming gradually understood why it is difficult to find those with high qualifications in the book, and those with high qualifications have nothing to do.

Looking at these 150 people, there is not one with the upper and lower qualifications. Almost all of them are members with lower qualifications. Except for Wadehai who can be considered a middle qualification, there is no other member with medium qualifications.

Such qualifications are simply a waste of their time. Wuming knew that unless he could find the spiritual medicine and bone washing scripture mentioned in the book, it would be difficult for these team members to make any major development even if they lasted their lives.

"Maybe Dou Qi is more suitable for you..."

"Boss! We want to learn ancient martial arts even more." Weidehai said excitedly.

"Is that true?" Wuming quietly looked at Wadehai, who was almost in the scorching flames in his eyes, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Boss, we also want to learn ancient martial arts."

Wuming nodded and said, "This is the case. If you find that the ancient martial arts and fighting spirit conflict, you will stop learning the ancient martial arts."

"Okay!" More than a hundred soldiers agreed immediately, and the soldiers who were learning magic looked at their companions enviously.

Dimora smiled and said, "What should I see? As long as you practice magic seriously, you will achieve great success."

More than a dozen soldiers looked at Dimora with confusion, and they seemed to say: Brother, you are just an intern magician. How promising can we learn from you?

Dimora said without blushing: "You are all so lazy, and learning magic is the most suitable. Think about it, can you make a contribution by throwing out the scroll at will. Is there anything simpler than this?"

More than a dozen soldiers nodded, and they didn't need rote spells to memorize, and they also liked such magic practices very much.

"Then the set I passed on to you is called "Vajra Body Protection Magical Art"." Wuming quietly explained the first level of "Vajra Body Protection Magical Art".

The soldiers and gangsters had never been serious before, and they frowned and kept their name on their teachings.

After teaching Dimora, Bingpi ran to Wuming with his fat body shaking, saying, "Boss, do you really want to agree to the invitation from that school?"

"That's right."

"Since that's the case..." Dimora said with a lewd smile on her face: "I have a suggestion..."

The next morning, Steve walked into the barracks again with great sincerity.

Dimora stood in front of Wuming's door early. When he saw Steve coming, he hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically: "Hello, dear, Director of the Academic Affairs Office."
To be continued...