Urban Sims

A strong wind blew up in the playground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was the sound of fists hitting flesh.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the wild airflow, people flew out one after another and hit the ground heavily.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Screams came one after another.

After using the "Gust Style" move, no one stood around Zhou Ming.

Huang Chao and other seven classmates were all lying on the ground rolling and wailing.

Onlookers were all shocked and horrified.

"Is this... so strong?"

"Why is this newcomer so strong?"

"What kind of cultivation level does he have? This level is definitely not limited to the middle stage of Qi refining!"

"Brother Zhou is mighty, well done Zhou Ming!" Luo Xiaopang cheered, "It's so awesome, Brother Zhou is so awesome!"

The wind dissipated.

Zhou Ming straightened his messy robe, shook his long black hair that fell to his forehead, and turned to face He Sifang and others.

He said something calmly:

"Who else?"

"Anyone else who is dissatisfied can come along."

Boom~!

These words were like igniting a pile of gunpowder, angering the group of boys following Lu Qingchen.

"Damn it, you dare to underestimate us?"

"Don't look down on the new guy!"

"Come together and kill this new guy!"

Led by Lu Qingchen's right-hand men, the twin brothers Lei Zuo and Lei You, eight more people rushed towards Zhou Mingji with great momentum.

"Brother Zhou, you have been fighting for a long time, stop showing off!"

Luo Xiaopang was a little worried. The spiritual energy and mental power contained in the body of a monk in the Qi refining stage is limited. Brother Zhou defeated Huang Chao, Wu Yilang, He Sifang and He Sifang's younger brother... in four consecutive games. , after releasing two ultimate moves, under normal circumstances, the spiritual energy and soul power should be almost consumed, right?

But Brother Zhou not only gave up when things got better, or took the time to recover, but he started taunting non-stop.

this……

It's really a bit arrogant.

Luo Xiaopang bit his lip, clenched his fists, and prepared to go over and help.

But the next second.

Another strong wind blew up, and eight people flew out upside down.

Gale style!

Zhou Ming used another strong wind move, sweeping away Lei Zuo, Lei You and other eight classmates, causing them to fall heavily to the ground, wailing incessantly.

"This is impossible!"

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of cultivation are you? Why is the spiritual energy in your body so abundant? How can you release such a powerful move twice in a row?"

This new guy's strength is so buggy, he must be hiding something!

"I am in the middle stage of Qi refining. Due to my qualifications and skills, my strength is far stronger than those at the same level."

"but……"

Zhou Ming waved his hand to summon a vortex-shaped air ball, but it dissipated immediately: "Now the spiritual energy in my body is indeed exhausted, so I want to ask..."

He raised his head slightly, looked at the crowd with an evil smile and said, "Who else is there?"

"Whoever is dissatisfied can still come together."

boom!

Everyone around looked at each other and there was an uproar.

"Crazy, this new kid is crazy!"

"You have exhausted your spiritual energy...how dare you be so arrogant?"

"Newcomer, I can't stand your arrogance anymore!"

"I'm not happy with you being the new guy."

"Go! Let's defeat him together!"

Among the more than 50 students in the class, there are more than 30 students who have not joined any camp and are relatively average in strength. Most of them are not interested in competing for class president, or they think they do not have the strength to compete, so they have been sitting on the sidelines.

But now these classmates were angered by the newcomer's arrogant attitude that despised everything. Eight of them immediately came out to teach the newcomer how to behave.

At this scene, Luo Xiaopang was really panicked.

He complained in his heart: Brother Zhou, enough is enough! Stop talking quickly! No matter how powerful one person is, he cannot defeat the whole class!

"Charge the cannon punch!"

"The dragon swings its tail and legs!"

"Fire Palm!"

"Nine Heavens Falling Waterfall Fist!"

All kinds of attacks came towards Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming dodged most of the attacks in a leisurely manner, and then came out with a pair of iron fists!

"Normal punch!"

"Normal punch!"

"Normal legs!"

"Normal legs!"

Zhou Ming did not use spiritual energy at all. Instead, he used the Jianghu technique he had practiced over the years to temper his body strength - "Dragon and Snake Qi Refining Jue" to use the internal energy generated by refining the qi to fight against the immortal cultivation of these classmates. Kung Fu.

If an expert sees this scene, he may exclaim:

How could an ordinary Jianghu internal skill be a match for the immortal cultivation method?

But in the last game, Zhou Ming, who has studied Jianghu Kung Fu very deeply and is close to the status of a master, wants to tell the world with facts: If you practice your internal skills well, you can also beat the junior monks!

"Ah!" A classmate screamed and took several steps back after being hit in the chest by an ordinary punch.

"Kaka!" After a classmate's flying leg collided with Zhou Ming's ordinary leg in the air, his leg made an almost breaking sound.

"Boom! It's so hard!" Someone punched Zhou Ming in the back, with ecstasy on his face, thinking that he could be severely injured, but the sound like hitting a steel plate told him: the defense of the golden bell is not that easy to break!

"Ah! My hand hurts so much!" The fist bumped into the fist, and the classmate opposite covered his fist and screamed.

"Monster, monster!"

"My attacks are useless and cannot break his defense!"

"I feel like I'm fighting with a piece of gold!"

"If I don't hit you, if I get hit one more time, my hand will be broken."

"Your fist made me feel the presence of Qi. It's not spiritual energy, it's the internal strength practiced by Jianghu people... I didn't expect you to have a hand left." The man's mouth was bleeding, and he took two steps back and pressed his hand He said while touching his chest.

"Damn it, so many of us were defeated by a person who exhausted all his spiritual power." The last person lay down with a look of reluctance.

Except for Zhou Ming, no one was standing within the fighting range.

Zhou Ming put his hands behind his back and walked towards the onlookers with two shallow bruises on his cheeks.

"Aha~"

Frightened by his intimidating aura, several people involuntarily took two steps back.

"How about it?"

Zhou Ming stood in front of them, put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked, "Am I qualified to be your monitor?"

Under his questioning gaze, whenever there was eye contact, some people couldn't help but lower their heads.

"Xie Linlin, who is your monitor now?"

Scanning the girls in the corner, Zhou Ming asked them first.

"It's...it's you, you are our monitor."

Xie Linlin looked at him with some fear and whispered.

"Wu Yilang?" Zhou Ming looked at Wu Yilang.

"You are the squad leader, but I will defeat you sooner or later!" Wuichiro, who had a dark face and a strong body, clenched his fists and glared at him.

Zhou Ming nodded and looked at Lu Qingchen again.

"When I regain my strength in a few days, I will fight you again. Whoever wins will be the squad leader." Lu Qingchen said.

Zhou Ming finally looked at He Sifang.

He Sifang completely saw the difference in strength, turned around and said solemnly: "You are better than us, you are the squad leader of the second class."

As for the twenty or so people who had been defeated by Zhou Ming, they bowed their heads and acknowledged the reality.

"Oh~!"

Luo Xiaopang jumped up excitedly, clapped vigorously, and cheered loudly: "Brother Zhou is now the monitor, Brother Zhou is now our monitor!"

In this way, on the first day of school at Huanluan Middle School, Zhou Ming dominated Class 2 of the first year.