Just as the door to the martial arts training room on the second floor was opened, a loud noise suddenly sounded.

He Er Xiao secretly looked at Lin Mo and said, "Master Zhenyue, how is our sound insulation?"

Lin Mo nodded, praised He Er, and then observed.

The entire martial arts room is about 200 square meters.

The ground is covered with layers of sponge pads to protect the children from injury.

There is a ring in the middle of the martial arts room, and two people are preparing to compete.

One of the boys is obviously a little thin, with only bright eyes, and his whole body is ready to go.

Although the other boy was relatively strong, his footing was unstable, his body was loose, and he was not vigilant at all.

Lin Mo estimated that this battle was a sure win for a thin boy.

"And your lord, is our Wumeng's food so bad now?"

However, Lin Mo looked at the thin boy's body and asked He Er.

Eating alone without gaining weight and being thin are two different things.

No matter how much the former eats, he just won't get too fat, but he still has some flesh all over his body.

The thin boys in the ring are obviously malnourished.

Wumeng treats all children practicing martial arts with a uniform standard of food.

And just after Lin Mo's eyes glanced around, he found that there were more than a dozen thin boys like this.

Under Lin Mo's eyes full of Weiya, panic flashed in He Er's eyes.

"Sir Zhenyue, I..."

He Er just wanted to speak, but found that Lin Mo's eyes were no longer on him.

The battle between the two teenagers on the ring has already begun.

The thin boy's small body charged directly at the other boy.

The boy who looked obviously stronger raised his arm to block the thin boy's attack.

And simply take a step backwards.

The thin boy was knocked back four or five steps by the shock force.

A smug smile appeared on the sturdy boy's face, and a little sarcasm appeared in his eyes.

Even a child of such a commoner family actually wants to defeat himself.

A look of unwillingness appeared in the thin boy's eyes.

Why can these rich kids get all the good things without training every day?

And these people even if they train hard every day, even if they are the first in all kinds of training.

Those medicine pills such as the body training pill and the foundation pill, but none of them can be obtained.

Just as he was about to continue to attack, there was a sudden sense of dizziness in his mind.

Let him lie on the ground weakly in an instant, and the feeling of nausea continued to hit.

He was lying weakly on the edge of the ring and vomited against the ground.

The sturdy young man who was standing on the ring with him immediately had a disgusting look on his face, and hurriedly ran off the ring.

You can even hear the sentence "Trash is trash, no matter how hard you try, you won't turn trash into gold."

The smile on Lin Mo's face was gone, and the prince was already standing beside He Er.

Lin Mo looked at He Er, the handsome face was very calm at this time.

But a burst of anger rose to the sky, and the anger of the thunderbolt was faintly coming out of his body.

He Er's face turned pale at the moment, and under Lin Mo's pressure, he threw himself to his knees.

"He Er, and your lord! Well, you are so kind!"

Lin Mo gave He Er a look, the latter directly mentioned He Er and came to the thin boy.

Lin Mo pointed at the green vegetables and tofu that the boy on the ground spat out, his voice full of chills.

"He Er, tell me, did my Wumeng League eat vegetables and tofu for these children!"

Lin Mo's deafening voice resounded in He Er's ears like the roar of an angry dragon.

His brows furrowed tightly at the moment.

This is how the martial arts league treats these children who learn martial arts. JrNovels.com