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Chapter 8 Leaving

"Boy, when you go to the tutor, you must speak well and don't waste your talent." On the way to meet the Canaan College recruitment tutor, Wen Qianshan patiently reminded him, obviously his heart was not as scary as the scar on his face, but he was still very kind.

"I understand, thank you, Commander Wen!" Qin Zhen withdrew his gaze that looked around and thanked him seriously.

Then, the two walked through a long corridor and walked out of the back door to the platform. Wen Qianshan and Qin Zhen finally came to the admissions tutor.

"Teacher Lin, there is a boy with good talent here. If you want to sign up for Canaan Academy, would you please show it?" Wen Qianshan lowered his head and came to a slightly fat middle-aged man watching the performance and whispered.

The man's name is Lin Qing. He is in his forties, but because of his cultivation, he is still in his prime. He is one of the mentors responsible for the recruitment of Canaan College this time. He is a strong man of the Seven-Star Master level. He is responsible for the recruitment of several cities in Wuyun City and Wutan City. He has some friendship with Wen Qianshan. He was once a friend of his youth, but with many years of missing and cultivation and status gap, the friendship is almost exhausted.

"Isn't the registration over?" Lin Qing glanced at Wen Qianshan in his ears, and then looked at Qin Zhen behind Wen Qianshan. He looked a little dissatisfied and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Generally speaking, most of the students who join Canaan Academy are around seventeen years old, and they are basically people who are just stuck in the enrollment age. But those who are as young as Qin Zhen but who meet the enrollment conditions for Canaan Academy are not necessarily not, but most of them are heirs of those big families, and it is almost impossible to send them to Canaan Academy.

Therefore, Lin Qing subconsciously regarded Qin Zhen as Wen Qianshan's nephew and wanted to rely on himself to make connections.

But how can the relationship between Canaan Academy be so easy to leave?

It’s not that no one has ever walked through it, but I am just a little mentor. Although the treatment is generous, it’s still a bit of a fantasy to open the back door for others.

"Qianshan, it's not that I don't give you face, the child you brought is too young." Lin Qing said it in a tactful way, but the rejection was already very obvious.

"Haha." Wen Qianshan laughed smirked, looking at the boy in front of him with a smirk, and pretended to be angry, "Lin Qing, am I so unbearable in your eyes? Do you have to rely on you to walk through the back door?"

"Uh..." Lin Qing was stunned, then looked at Qin Zhen behind him carefully, and wanted to say something, right?

"Haha, I won't tease you anymore. Little guy, show this little guy your talent to see what is inferior to others." Wen Qianshan waved his hand and cursed at Lin Qing.

Hearing this, Qin Zhen immediately took two steps forward, "Hello, mentor, my name is Qin Zhen, I am thirteen and a half years old this year, and I am the ninth section of the fighting spirit!"

The tender voice raised an extraordinary confidence in his voice, clean and pure, but without a trace of persistence, and no one would be disgusted after hearing it.

"The Ninth Stage of Fighting Qi?" Lin Qing was really stunned, looking at Wen Qianshan next to him with some disconfidence, trying to confirm whether he had heard it wrong. As a result, he saw a teasing expression when he raised his face, looking at him with a good show.

"Since you said you were too young, we'll go back." Wen Qianshan laughed, pulled Qin Zhen's little hand and was about to leave, "But Lin Qing, don't regret it!"

"Qianshan!" Lin Qing shouted suddenly. Although he knew that the two of them would not really leave, he still grabbed Qin Zhen's other hand and gently stroked the rough skin on Qin Zhen's little hand. At the same time, a wisp of Dou Qi quietly passed through layers of blockages and entered Qin Zhen's body.

Looking at the Dou Qi in Qin Zhen's body, which was far more surging than the Ninth Section of the Dou Qi, he had instantly understood: This is just a big treasure!

Great opportunity!

As long as a child from a poor family and a possessor of peerless talent, as long as he has a good relationship with Qin Zhen, his future journey will definitely be much wider.

He knew that he could not teach such a genius for long with his own abilities, but as long as he was his guide, that would be enough!

"Qianshan, you should know me. I have always been doing business. This child has not tested his talent yet. How could you take him away?" Although it was not nice, he was already giving in. Wen Qianshan stopped when he saw the opportunity and took advantage of the situation to let go of Qin Zhen's hand.

"Then I'll give this kid to you." Wen Qianshan laughed, looked at Qin Zhen again, and reminded him, "Little guy, you must study hard and not let down your peerless talent."

"Please rest assured Uncle Wen. Qin Zhen will definitely practice hard. In the future, he will not forget the kindness of the two uncles of the Wen family." Qin Zhen bowed ninety degrees and bowed honestly.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qianshan and Lin Qing nodded with satisfaction. The warrior believed it highly, and this sentence was enough.

"Little guy, do you have anything else to explain? Let Qianshan bring it to your family together. Just follow me to watch the performance. I will also record your information for you. We should set off after the performance is over." Lin Qing said softly, but he was extremely happy, wishing that Qin Zhen would not leave his sight for a moment.

"Then please ask Uncle Qianshan to report safety to Uncle Wang who came with me on my behalf." Qin Zhen smiled shyly and said.

"I understand. Come on, little guy!"

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The farewell performance ended soon, and Lin Qing and his party quickly embarked on the way to leave. There were a total of three carriages, pulling mentor Lin Qing, more than a dozen old students, and more than twenty freshmen slowly left.

Qin Zhen sat in the carriage where the new student was, looking at Uncle Wang who was crying in the crowd and the middle-aged scholar and scholar Yi next to him, and waved his hand fiercely.

"Uncle Wang, I will be back soon!"

The boy's loud declaration was full of confidence and enthusiasm, which attracted the attention of several young people in the same car to be contemptuous.

"If you can't bear to leave, why don't you go?" A young man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old sitting in the middle of the car smiled disdainfully, which immediately caused laughter in the carriage.

"That's right, little guy, how old are you this year? Isn't it just to suffer when you go to Canaan Academy now?" a young man teased with kindness.

"That's right, Wang Laoer is right. I heard that you are already in the fight spirit of nine sections? How great is it to go if you become a fighter in a few years?" A strong young man sitting next to Qin Zhen hooked Qin Zhen's neck that had just returned and laughed in a jerk.

"Li Sanniu! I warn you not to call me Wang Laoer!" The capable young man who was sitting opposite 'Li Sanniu' roared angrily.

"Then I will tell you too, my name is Li Ben! Not Li Sanniu!" Li Ben retorted, not showing any weakness, "What do you think you are not the second child? You are the second child at home, and you don't have much resources at all. You finally broke through the Fighter. You participated in Canaan College enrollment and were suppressed by Xiao Tuo again."

"You ten thousand years old, if you have the ability, come and beat me!"

"I tell you, cherish the opportunity to be the second child now. Soon our little Zhenzhen caught up, and you can only be the third child!"

"Enough!" Xiao Tuo, who was sitting in the middle, spoke again, looking at the brothers Wang Ji and Li Ben with a cold expression. The two of them seemed to be quarreling, but every sentence was directed at him. In a few words, they not only easily resolved their attack on Qin Zhen, but also had a thorn in every sentence.

A ten thousand-year-old second?

In his eyes, he was talking about himself.

The two stars of Douzhe stole the limelight from Wang Jie's Douzhe stole the limelight. Qin Zhen's thirteen-year-old Douzhe stole the limelight from him. It was obvious that these two brothers were already wearing a pair of pants with Qin Zhen.

There were three check-in updates on the third day.
Chapter completed!
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