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Xia City.

The location of the Extraordinary School is in the large suburbs to the north.

Whirr—

The helicopter arrived here at eleven in the morning.

Zhang Feng looked down and saw that the school was built in a large valley, nestled against the mountains, with a very large teaching area.

In addition to the normal dormitories and teaching buildings, this 'huge playground' can be described as having mountains, water, and trees.

However, the surrounding mountains have sentry posts, and the management is completely militarized.

From time to time, you can see soldiers patrolling, and you can even see some anti-aircraft weapons.

And at this moment.

The co-pilot of the helicopter contacted the school below again, "Calling Extraordinary, calling Extraordinary, this is Grandmaster, this is Grandmaster, we have arrived at the peak, please give landing instructions."

This contact started calling through the tower several kilometers away, and now it is confirmation.

Zhang Feng didn't care much about this, but looked towards the valley entrance.

Not only do aerial units have to report.

Including entering and exiting from the valley at the 'main entrance', you have to report.

And when parents come to see their children, they also have to submit some materials to the local Martial Department, and they must be accompanied by personnel from the Martial Department or local government personnel.

They cannot come to see them alone.

Because not only are the students protected, but even their immediate family members are implicitly protected locally during the students' schooling.

In order to prevent any criminals from taking the opportunity to make trouble.

This first Extraordinary School is very 'strict'.

After all, the students who can enter here are the top sports students selected from schools in various provinces, or students whose physiques are different from ordinary people.

This school is also completely cultivating the first batch of professional 'backbones' for the arrival of extraordinary civilization.

Also, during their school years, they are not only under military management, and what they learn is all about martial arts, as well as some martial arts-related medicine.

There are also studies on traditional liberal arts, but they account for a relatively small proportion.

And their current number is 4,500.

Each semester only enrolls 1,500 people.

Currently, the older students have been studying for nearly two years, the new students have also been studying for one year, and the newest students have just arrived.

The opening ceremony was held the day before yesterday.

Whoosh—

At this moment, the helicopter Zhang Feng was riding in directly crossed the sentry post and drove straight towards the back of the school.

There is also a large parking apron at the back of the school.

"Director Zhang…"

"Principal Zhang…"

"Hello, Director Zhang, hello…"

As the helicopter stopped.

As soon as Zhang Feng got off the plane, he saw the principal leading a group of teachers and directors to pick him up.

They all have a foundation in martial arts, most of whom are from the military and police circles, as well as people from the Martial Department, who occasionally come to teach part-time.

Among them, Master Wang is there, and he is still the honorary 'Grade Leader', in charge of the third grade of the Extraordinary School.

The Extraordinary School course is five years.

"Let's go upstairs and talk."

Zhang Feng nodded to the crowd who came to greet him, and gave a separate nod to Master Wang as a salute.

Everyone knows the relationship between Director Zhang and Grade Leader Wang, so they are not too surprised, but there is envy, this is not a lie.

'Knowing Director Zhang is a meteoric rise…'

'Master Wang's current high level of martial arts, in addition to being very strong before the extraordinary, must also have something to do with Director Zhang's guidance…'

'I watch Principal Zhang's teaching videos every time after my physique and cognition improve, and I have new insights…'

They thought in their hearts, all looking at Master Wang with envy.

And the principal, who was leading the way, after thinking about it, took a few steps back and said to Master Wang with a smile: "Teacher Wang, why don't you lead the way for Director Zhang?

I have a bit of a cold today, my throat is uncomfortable, and I can't introduce the school environment to Director Zhang."

"Principal, you are too polite." Master Wang is still very upright when speaking outside, and he catches up with Zhang Feng in two steps, leading the way for Zhang Feng in a serious manner.

But if it were normal, he would just say, 'Master Zhang, let's go, let's go upstairs together.'

"You are quite neat outside." Zhang Feng looked at Master Wang next to him, communicating with him through resonance, which outsiders could not hear, "After finishing the official stuff, let's chat for a while and ask you some things about the school."

Master Wang doesn't have Zhang Feng's ability, so he doesn't speak, just nods in response, so as not to appear special if he speaks at this time.

Didn't you see that the principal is currying favor with him, what else does he want?

Although Master Wang speaks directly, he still knows the saying 'A tree that is taller than the forest will surely be destroyed by the wind'.

Although no one dares to destroy it, there is no need to provoke so many people to envy it, and then generate jealousy.

Seeing that Master Wang didn't speak, Zhang Feng didn't say much about it, but walked while saying without turning his head: "Principal, do the students know that I'm coming today?"

"Not yet notified." The principal heard Director Zhang's question, then trotted two steps to catch up and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that the students will be a little undisciplined after knowing, so I didn't notify them.

After all, with your reputation… if they knew, it would be turned upside down… I guess as soon as your special plane stopped, they would surround this place."

"Since they haven't been notified, let's wait until after lunch." Zhang Feng saw many students practicing through the classroom glass in the teaching building in front.

"Let them finish the morning class, eat their fill at noon, and I will teach the whole school in the afternoon."

"Okay…"

"Director Zhang is going to teach?"

"Did you bring a camera?"

"Do you think… can we attend the class?"

The teachers and directors in the back were excited and whispered to each other when they heard that Director Zhang was going to teach.

Zhang Feng heard them talking in the back, and then used resonance to speak, and the voice reached their ears.

"I will also teach you, you are also my students, I will not favor one over the other."

'Did Director Zhang hear us talking in a low voice?'

"Thank you, Director Zhang!"

"Thank you, Principal Zhang!"

…

At noon, Zhang Feng and Master Wang had lunch in the principal's office.

This office belongs to Zhang Feng, and it is the first time it has been used in more than two years.

But the staff cleans it carefully every day, not letting go of even the cracks in the corners.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng ate the covered rice while wiping the table with his fingers. It was really clean, with only a little bit of fine dust that normal humans could not detect.

"Normally speaking, this room has reached the sanitary level of being spotless, even cleaner than some medical rooms."

"Definitely." Master Wang said with a smile: "I have to come here to teach a few times every month.

I saw several staff members helping you clean three times a day."

"No need in the future." Zhang Feng shook his head, "I don't come often, if you have this effort, you might as well let him rest."

"This doesn't work." Master Wang also shook his head, "They volunteer to take turns cleaning, and feel that cleaning your office is a special honor."

"Then it's hard to cure, never mind." Zhang Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at the student information on the table, "I really haven't asked.

Like students who graduated from Extraordinary School, how are they assigned?"

"The Martial Department wants people." Master Wang replied: "There are also people from the military and police, and the official martial arts gyms also want people.

How many students can be left with just these few?

Of course, this depends more on the students' wishes.

Even if you want to find a job yourself, there is no problem.

But I prefer that the first batch of graduates leave some in the school as teaching assistants or new teachers.

It is considered to realize self-production and self-sales first."

"What is self-production and self-sales?" Zhang Feng was amused by this sentence, "Can this describe people?"

"I can't think of a good word either." Master Wang said very bluntly: "Anyway, the words are rough but the meaning is not rough, it's good to understand what I mean."

"Well, I can understand it indeed." Zhang Feng nodded, "Then if you say that, if everyone wants people, it's really not enough to share.

In the future, robbing people and small conflicts between departments will be unavoidable, but it won't hurt much."

"It's definitely impossible to avoid it." Master Wang sighed, "Like the medicines from the planting base, they are first inclined to the major gym owners and coaches, as well as here.

In addition, these students are young, in your words, their roots and martial arts are good.

Mostly between 1 and 2.

You say, such a group of extraordinary martial artists with resources, foundation, and youth.

Which department doesn't want it?

If I were them, I would also want to grab a group of people and train them into my own people.

After all, I used to be their teacher, and I have feelings for them.

To tell you the truth, when I see these raw jades, I really don't want to let go."

"Then the ideas of the other departments are basically the same as yours." Zhang Feng got up, "Forget it, let it be what it may, let's prepare for class in the afternoon."

"I won't go, right?" Master Wang didn't get up, "I'm afraid I won't be able to be serious. I might as well go back to the province first and teach our martial arts gym."

"Okay." Zhang Feng didn't refuse, "Remember to practice visualization more when you go back, and communicate with the major gym owners when you have nothing to do."

"Okay." Master Wang left, "Let's drink later."

…

Afternoon.

Two o'clock.

On the cement playground outside the teaching building, the principal and the teachers organized all the students to come here.

A total of 4,500 people, full of youthful vitality at a glance, the oldest student is only 24 years old.

The youngest students are still 16 or 17 years old, and they were specially recruited because of their good physical fitness.

As for older students, if their roots are good, they are studying in the Martial Department in various places.

Anyway, as long as there are people with a foundation, even if they are not in this school, the official will not let them go.

It's completely another kind of military preparation.

And at this moment.

As they gathered.

The first-year students are trying to stand up straight, after all, they have just started to receive military training at the beginning of the school year, and some movements are not very standard.

And some subtle whispers are also inevitable.

The second grade has already has spirit, standing upright, looking ahead.

The third-year students have an indescribable aura of tigers and wolves, with strong bodies and even breathing, giving people a huge sense of oppression at a glance.

Their physical fitness is generally between 20 and 25, they have been eating Huajin medicine for a full two years, and their hand skills are also very sufficient.

Comparable to some ordinary special personnel.

But no matter how sufficient they are, they are now very curious, and they don't know what the principal and the teachers are asking them to do here?

"Is it a drill?"

Someone in the second-year crowd spoke very quietly.

"I don't know…"

"Strange… Normally, at this time, we should be in the classroom practicing in groups."

"I was thinking about opening the meridians quickly, I was lucky enough to resonate today, and I wanted to strike while the iron was hot."

"Fortuitous resonance," the term still existed, but in the transcendent school, it was better understood as a minor epiphany.

Unlike other martial artists, who only had a superficial understanding.

But regardless, at this moment, everyone was looking strangely ahead.

Because after the principal and the teachers called them over, they didn't say anything and just waited in front of them.

Whirr, whirr—

At this moment, there was still the sound of a helicopter behind them.

Before long, several reporters arrived.

Among them, the middle-aged reporter was still carrying his equipment alone, silently filming as if he was making a documentary.

"Is this promoting our school?"

"Is it to expand enrollment?"

The students were even more puzzled, not knowing what this was all about.

Only half a minute later, as a figure slowly walked from the teaching building.

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All the students' eyes widened.

'Zhang… Grandmaster Zhang!'

'The Pioneer! It's the Pioneer!'

"Huff… Hiss…"

Heavy and suppressed excited breathing came from within the formations of the first, second, and third-year students.

If the school rules weren't so strict, they would really want to shout it out loud at this moment!

And Zhang Feng, seeing all the students looking at him with admiration, walked over while smiling and pressing his hands down, saying, "Students, at ease."

Swish!

Everyone in the second and third grades moved in unison, only the first-year students' movements were a bit uncoordinated.

Their instructors and drill sergeants were frowning, feeling embarrassed. If it weren't for Zhang Zong being here, they would have shouted 'Fifty push-ups'.

"Very good."

Zhang Feng was very tolerant of these freshmen, and took the lead in sitting cross-legged on the cement floor.

"Students, sit down too."

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, not expecting that the Pioneer would tell them to sit down.

But soon after, they reacted and sat down one after another, albeit somewhat chaotically.

This scene made the principal and several directors even more worried, secretly thinking that they might be replaced.

"Martial arts, it's not a matter of a day or two."

Zhang Feng didn't care what others thought, but looked at the pairs of admiring eyes in front of him.

"I see some of you have trembling legs. Those trembling are not the freshmen, but the sophomores and juniors.

At first glance, you've been practicing all day long.

But on the way here, I looked at your curriculum.

Normally, according to the curriculum, you wouldn't be able to practice like this.

It's obvious that you've been practicing secretly, diligently practicing. Hardworking students, you've worked hard."

As Zhang Feng spoke, those who had been training hard were very happy, feeling that their hard work had finally been seen by others.

Especially since this 'other' was the Pioneer!

They were even more excited in their hearts!

But Zhang Feng changed the subject soon after.

"I'll say one thing here.

If you feel tired from practicing, or during regular courses, courses that you know.

You can report to your teacher, and rest when you should. There's no need to insist on attending class anymore.

Because it will damage your vital energy, and vital energy is the foundation of cultivation.

If you're not tired, then practice when you should.

Only by combining work and rest can you truly master real skills.

But if you're not tired and still want to be lazy, still want to report, and still want to master real skills? Then even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't help you."

"Haha…"

The students laughed, and with this laugh, their whole spirit relaxed.

Including the reporters who were filming, and the principal and others who were sitting uneasily beside them, were also infected by this relaxed atmosphere, and didn't have so many nervous thoughts.

At the same time, they also knew that Zhang Zong was indeed amazing at teaching, and brought up the entire teaching atmosphere with just one sentence.

"Today, to be honest, I don't know what to teach."

Zhang Feng ignored them, and then said to the students:

"Today, I mainly just want to see you, see if our future backbone is suffering in school, if you're being bullied.

From what I see, you're all doing well. Except for the first-year students who just arrived, the sophomores and juniors are all big and strong."

"Yes! Principal Zhang! We eat very well!"

"Principal Zhang! We have been working hard to practice, striving to serve the country!"

"Principal Zhang! Will you still look at us occasionally like today?"

Everyone was saying their respective wishes, or loudly answering about the school's situation.

They even asked Zhang Feng when he would come next time before he even left.

The principal and teachers felt that the students were very cute, and also felt that their efforts in the past two years were worth it, at least they didn't raise a group of ungrateful people who would falsely accuse them.

This was the greatest comfort.

After all, the principal and others were too strict in their teaching, afraid of putting too much pressure on them, causing some students to misunderstand and think that they were deliberately torturing them.

This was very difficult to explain.

"Today I am the principal, and also your substitute teacher."

Seeing everyone's excitement growing louder and louder, Zhang Feng also appropriately pressed his hand down, and at the same time, his voice was like a lion's roar, magically suppressing all the sounds.

"Which martial art do the students want me to talk about?"

'Is this the sound technique in martial arts novels?'

Hearing such a penetrating voice, hundreds of students immediately raised their hands.

"Third grade, seventh column from the left, third row."

Zhang Feng pointed to a young man in his early twenties, "You."

'The Pioneer saw me…'

He stood up excitedly, but was too nervous to speak.

This scene also made his classmates very anxious, constantly winking at him.

Finally, he took several deep breaths before stuttering, "Prin… Principal… It's just… the voice…"

"This is actually not a technique."

Zhang Feng smiled and said, "But a usage of internal force.

Internal force, then, is the energy generated by the resonance of the internal organs."

As Zhang Feng spoke, seeing that they were all listening carefully, including the reporters and the principal and teachers, who were all quietly watching, he also explained in detail:

"Internal organ resonance is more difficult than meridians."

Zhang Feng continued to explain,

"But the initial source is all visualization.

Visualization is the beginning of all transcendent martial arts.

But there are exceptions, which is Transcendent Force.

Transcendent Force does not require visualization, but it is equally incredible.

And through Transcendent Force, you can also deduce the application of internal force."

Speaking here, Zhang Feng picked up a leaf from the ground, "Because they are all a kind of energy in the body.

They are all about the usage of energy.

Just like when I caught pigeons more than a year ago, that was energy."

As the words fell, Zhang Feng spread out his palm, and the leaf kept rotating an inch away from his palm.

At the same time, even though the students had seen Zhang Feng's pigeon-catching video many times, they still exclaimed in surprise when they saw such a magical scene, feeling that everything was incredible.

Zhang Feng then put down the leaf and carefully explained the strength and energy in his hand.

…

When the sun set in the west, after the explanation was over.

Zhang Feng got up and walked towards the outside of the playground.

"Follow me, not only catching pigeons is energy, but also stepping on water is the simultaneous application of energy and resonance.

Martial arts are universal and can be combined together."

'Stepping on water?!'

"There isn't a clear video of Zhang Zong stepping on water yet!"

"We can see the magical stepping on water again!"

The reporters and everyone else heard this and followed along in a large group.

After passing through the playground, there was a sparse forest area. There were some small poisonous insects here, but everyone had applied some insect repellent ointment.

After another hundred meters, there was a clear stream.

Zhang Feng came to the river and took off his cloth shoes.

"Energy and resonance extend from the acupoints of the meridians, just like on your feet that step into the water, there are many 'small boat paddles'."

Zhang Feng walked into the water, the water was only at the bottom of his feet, not covering the instep, completely standing on the water.

"It looks very magical, but in fact, these small boat paddles are dragging your body.

Look closely, the water under my feet is vibrating."

Everyone practiced martial arts and stayed away from electronic products here, so their eyesight was very good, and they could clearly see the stream water vibrating under Zhang Feng's feet.

The powerful and over-frequency reverse force also lifted Zhang Feng's nearly four hundred pounds of body.

Ever since the incident of crashing into a car.

Zhang Feng did not hide his weight, they all knew it.

"410 pounds… Standing on the water…"

They felt incredible, but because Zhang Feng had a video of stepping on water before, they still had a certain ability to withstand it in their hearts.

At this moment, they didn't shout loudly, but tried their best to watch.

Some students even pulled up their trouser legs and observed their meridians.

"Strength starts from the entire leg…"

Zhang Feng was also explaining, focusing on the techniques of 'stepping on water' and related meridians.

This time, it was also Zhang Feng sorting out the gains of the past year while letting the world further understand the strangeness of martial arts.

And now, Zhang Feng's physique is 149, exceeding the Car Length World by 2 points.

…

As the sun set.

After Zhang Feng talked about the practice of strength, he also made a summary:

"Stepping on water skills, in addition to strength and energy reaching a certain level, skills are also indispensable.

Skills require more time to practice.

In the teaching of Eight-Step Catching Cicadas, I have summarized all the skills."

After speaking.

Zhang Feng saw that the sun had already begun to set. From catching leaves at the beginning to stepping on water, he had unknowingly talked for an afternoon.

"Then today's class on meridians and energy will end here."

Zhang Feng looked at the reluctant crowd and focused on the young man who asked about the Lion's Roar at the beginning.

"As for internal force and energy."

Zhang Feng glanced around and looked at a large bluestone by the stream, as tall as a person.

"As the principal and teacher, I will inscribe a character for the students and the school."

Zhang Feng stepped forward, and the powerful energy was like a hot knife, easily cutting into the interior of the bluestone.

Internal force was like a river, replenishing the consumed energy.

Using his hand as a pen, and internal force and energy as an engraving sword.

As the powder of the bluestone poured out from the engraved marks.

A gust of breeze blew past, and the stone powder crushed by the energy gradually fell from the font, in a flamboyant style, it was a 'Wu' character written with energy.

The surroundings were silent.

"This is internal force and energy."

Zhang Feng cupped his fists, smiled, picked up his cloth shoes, stepped on the stream, and chased after the afterglow of the setting sun to leave.