Two figures flew out.
Before the two landed, someone unexpected appeared at the landing point for all the students watching.
Two teachers rushed out from the darkness and caught them.
One of the teachers was the head teacher of this age group. He held the injured child in his arms, looked at the onlookers, and said, "Let's all disperse."
In the patient room of the Martial Arts Hall's infirmary, He Meng slowly opened his eyes. His previous impression was stuck on the scene where he collided with Jiang Zhicheng.
He did hit Jiang Zhicheng with all his strength, but Jiang Zhicheng's two fists also changed direction when he leaned in, coming inwards, blocking the path of He Meng's approach.
He Meng's punch directly knocked Jiang Zhicheng away, but Jiang Zhicheng's fist also knocked He Meng away.
He Meng Now I only feel that my two shoulders are in terrible pain, and it is somewhat inconvenient to move, but waves of coolness are also coming from the shoulders.
He turned his head slightly to both sides, but he could only see the white curtain hanging around the hospital bed, and could not see other patients.
He Meng tried raising his right hand, but felt unbearable pain, and a soft hum sounded from He Meng's mouth.
"He Meng, you are over there."
A voice came from the patient on the left side of the coma.
He Meng was stunned for a moment, and realized that the voice should be Jiang Zhicheng, who was competing with him, and quickly asked, "You are here too, are you okay?"
Jiang Zhicheng on the other side of the white curtain replied with a wry smile, "It's not good at all. My two arms were injured by you. They are now blue and purple, and they are almost useless."
He Meng didn't expect that his simple move could actually injure Jiang Zhicheng like this, so he changed the subject and said, "Jiang Zhicheng, when did you wake up?"
Jiang Zhicheng said, "It's probably only half an hour ahead of you."
"By the way." Jiang Zhicheng continued, "What was your last blow called? If I hadn't blocked it in time, I would have vomited blood if I was hit by you."
He Meng I wanted to scratch my head, but as soon as my arm raised my shoulder out of habit, I felt waves of pain again.
The pain made He Meng a little unbearable, and he groaned again.
Jiang Zhicheng quickly asked, "Are you okay? According to my attack at that time, you should have injured your shoulder, but don't worry, this kind of injury can usually be completely healed in ten days and a half. If you can get Bamboo Mountain and Bamboo Fruit, you will be healed in an instant. Let me tell you, we have this kind of Bamboo Fruit in the Martial Arts Hall, and I don't know if you can get it."
He Meng endured the pain, put his hand back, and then said, "It's okay, I'm recovering slowly. As for the move you asked about, I just realized it when I competed with you in the ring, and I didn't have time to name it."
Jiang Zhicheng exclaimed, "It's amazing. It's actually a self-created technique. Generally, it's not that difficult for people who haven't reached Apprentice Level 7 or above to create their own moves."
Jiang Zhicheng continued, "Can you tell me about your previous insights? Maybe I can use it in other places in the future."
He Meng was silent for a while, and then said, "I just imagined that your fist would hit you like a meteorite, and if I want to break your offensive, I would just burst out with all my strength like a meteor, even if it is fleeting."
Jiang Zhicheng said excitedly, "Then let's call it 'Meteor Strike'. With this move, those who want to compete with you in the future will have to worry about whether their bodies can bear it."
He Meng is a little strange, this Jiang Zhicheng can actually be so talkative. You know, before this, the two of them had quite a conflict.
So He Meng asked his doubts, "Jiang Zhicheng, we probably don't have such a good relationship yet. Why did you introduce Bamboo Fruit to me and help me name the moves?"
Jiang Zhicheng sighed and said, "I must maintain the dignity of my boss outside. And your strength is indeed good, and you are qualified to be my friend."
"Friends?" He Meng looked at the ceiling with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
Before that, because he had a certain amount of talent, his parents' expectations for him were also extraordinary. Therefore, after entering Martial Arts Hall, he practiced hard and got along poorly with other people. This is why no one stood up and said a word to him before this conflict occurred.
He Meng didn't know how to respond to Jiang Zhicheng, he just lay there without saying a word.
Jiang Zhicheng was not like He Meng, but continued to say carelessly, "How about you hang out with me next time? You are older, so I will call you eldest brother, and you can call me second brother."
"I want to be like us Six Great Councilors, gather a group of brothers, and then defeat those people from other planets. It is best to be like Speaker Luo and become Core Layer of those major forces."
"Is there anyone you are optimistic about? It should be someone who can catch up with us. It doesn't matter if he is a little older. His talent should be similar to ours. Otherwise, it will be bad if he falls behind in the future."
The series of speeches left He Meng a little speechless, but it also gave him some understanding of the situation of Jiang Zhicheng.
This person's nature is actually not bad, but he has been noticed by his family since he was a child because of his talent. They believe that he can become the third Star Level in the family after the ancestor Gao Mingyuan and another uncle named Gao Sheng, that is, Jiang Zhicheng, and support the entire family.
After that, his family's education was also geared towards stimulating his love for martial arts, investing more experience in martial arts, and also had certain requirements for his friends.
After all, his ancestor Gao Mingyuan had experienced the sadness of separation between life and death.
Gao Mingyuan Not everyone in this generation who has experienced a complete Great Nirvana can practice to Planetary Level. Most of them have to achieve Apprentice Level 7 under the supply of resources. After losing all the potential, it is difficult to take another step forward, because the amount of resources consumed in each step is really too great. The resources of one Planetary Level can completely create nearly 10 Planetary Level with average talents.
Precisely because it was not worth it, it was not implemented.
And in the past hundred years, those of this generation who failed to reach Planetary Level have gradually passed away.
Gao Mingyuan naturally does not want his descendants to experience the sorrow that he has experienced personally, so he requires them to take into account the talents of both parties when making real friends. Only by being able to keep pace can they not be tortured by birth, old age, illness and death.
Jiang Zhicheng grew up in this kind of environment. For him, those friends who constantly surround him are just temporary and do not need to be close friends. Only those with good talents like He Meng can be called his friends.
"Hey, what about you?" When He Meng was distracted by Jiang Zhicheng's words, a question came from the other side. Maybe it was because he had not been able to recover for a long time.