Yang An said nothing, narrowed his eyes, and looked directly at Zhou Tianjian quietly, his dark and deep eyes flickering with sword light.
"cough……"
Zhou Tianjian seemed to be a little embarrassed by Yang An's look, and he coughed in embarrassment.
"Brother Yang... don't listen to my uncle. We are all freshmen and classmates. We can just talk about our own things..." Zhou Zhiyang, blushing, broke the embarrassing silence.
Yang An still stared at Zhou Tianjian.
"Ahem, okay, okay, let's stop pretending. Why don't I stop pretending? Brother, you just came back, and I really don't want to bully you. After all, I am a third-level three-star true immortal, the chief of the third grade. Bullying
It’s disrespectful to be a new student...Brother, are you going to take the initiative to teach me, or are you going to gather a ray of sword intent for me?"
"I can't even reach the Mahayana realm."
"My dear brother, is it boring to say this? Is there any relationship between the realm of swordsmanship and realm? Is it related? What I want to learn is the realm of swordsmanship, simply and neatly. I really don't want to pester you with a small Mahayana. This is
Reality, reality, dear brother, do you understand? If you are not careful, you will explode. Don’t force me... The gap between us is really too big, too big. Alas, in order to wait for you, I have suppressed and suppressed again.
However, the talent is too high, the return is too early, and the promotion is too fast... I really don’t want to bully you, brother..."
Dese, incomparable dese.
Threat, the threat of Chi Guoguo.
Zhou Tianjian's mood at this moment is extremely joyful and refreshing. Once, in his second life, he was tortured so cruelly and painfully by Yang An, but now he feels so happy and refreshed.
Of course, the most important pleasure is seeing Yang An again.
Although Yang An is still very weak at this moment and has just returned, color appears in his lonely and pale black and white life like an ink painting. There is no way, whether it is being abused or stalking Yang An, even if he is always being beaten
In his opinion, Yang An's suppressed life was all enjoyable, although it was a different taste of pleasure. In short, on the days when Yang An was struck to death by lightning, his life was boring...
Now, Yang An is finally back.
Moreover, it also allows him to experience the joy of becoming a landlord from a serf.
"Don't call me brother. Your kendo has nothing to do with me. I didn't have the power to focus on swordsmanship before, let alone understand kendo. Your kendo is just a mean way. You are so mean, don't have anything to do with me. There's nothing I can do about it.
I will teach you, let alone condense sword intent with you, I am very weak and very busy."
"1000 points of contribution!" Zhou Tianjian stared directly at Yang An.
"Who do you think I am?"
"2000! 2000 contribution points can't even be bought with 20 billion RMB. An ordinary third-level true immortal may not be able to earn it in three years!"
"Am I the kind of person who cares about money?"
"2500 points! My dear brother, don't go too far. Although I am a prostitute, I still paid for my life. I worked hard for half a year, went through life and death, narrowly escaped death, and lived frugally to earn so much! The admission reward for you freshmen is only 50 points!
No more."
"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not, the main thing is sincerity. 2500, 250 for ten, what do you mean?"
"...2510! Within half a year, I promise not to pester you."
"I prefer the number 3."
Yang An looked directly at Zhou Tianjian: "In addition, I am not even in the Mahayana realm, that is, the sword realm is stronger. Are you sure it will be useful to you?"
Zhou Tianjian's face was very dark.
The corners of the mouth twitched.
For a long time: "3 is 3. Deal."
"Well, since you are sincere and insist on it, I will reluctantly grant it to you. Let's go."
Yang An then smiled and took out the contribution card that Zhao Jian had made for him.
Zhou Tianjian took out his card with a dark face and transferred the money directly.
"drop!"
Three thousand contribution points have arrived.
The balance shown on the contribution card is: 3112 points.
The silver crystal light between Yang An's eyebrows shone, and a sword intent slowly formed, getting stronger and stronger, and gradually it condensed into a blood-red sword light that seemed to be between reality and reality, and floated in front of Zhou Tianjian.
"Awesome!"
Zhou Tianjian's black face shone with excitement, and the blood-red sword light flashed into his mind with a flash of light between his brows.
"Thank you brother!"
Zhou Tianjian laughed, seemingly excited, and patted Yang An's shoulder lightly.
Yang An wanted to hide, but an extremely terrifying aura enveloped him instantly. The next moment, Yang An's whole body sank directly into the ground, and most of his body sank, and his whole body bones made a creaking sound.
"Uh, sorry, sorry, I accidentally got excited. Brother, come on, I'm too weak..."
"roll!"
Yang An's face turned dark.
"Xiao Anzi, your body and bones are weak, but you are still strong... Oh, by the way, Zhiyang, uncle has also transferred five hundred points to you. Protect you, Brother Yang. Everything will be centered on you, Brother Yang. If there is any trouble,
, I’m looking for uncle, well, that’s it, Xiao Anzi, Zhiyang, uncle is gone. Hahaha..."
Zhou Tianjian put his hands behind his back, clouds formed under his feet, and disappeared in an instant.
"puff."
Yang An spit out a mouthful of blood and jumped up from the ground with a "boom". But the moment he bounced up, he frowned: "Fuck!"
Buzz!
A cloud of smoke suddenly formed, quickly covering Yang An.
The onlookers all widened their eyes in astonishment, especially Zhou Zhiyang, who was right in front of him, his face flushed red, and he covered his eyes with a "Ah" sound.
Yang An's mouth twitched with anger.
Zhou Tianjian not only slapped him to the ground, but also silently shattered Yang An's clothes, leaving only a triangle of shame!
Bitch, bitch, special code...
Yang An took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to catch up.
Well, even if he chases, he can't catch up. Even if he catches up, he can't do anything to Zhou Tianjian.
The situation is compelling...
The three-star third-level true immortal is definitely not something he can compete with now.
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty! Hahaha, Xiao Anzi, come on, uncle, I'm optimistic about you, and I will look for you in half a year. Lonely like snow, alas... Hahaha...
"
In the void, the sound of Zhou Tianjian being wielded to the extreme could be heard in the distance.
My brother stopped calling me and became Xiao Anzi, calling himself uncle.
The bitch face of a villain who succeeds is really displayed vividly. No way, with three thousand points of contribution points, Zhou Tian Jianhua is really distressed. How can he do it without taking some advantage? How can he leave without abusing him?
…
"So strong..."
"Strong is strong, but 3,000 points of contribution points are really given! Senior Tianjian is really an extraordinary person!"
"How can Yang An's sword realm be worth three thousand points?"
"What do you know? It's clearly Senior Tianjian who takes care of Yang An! It's just that he doesn't want to show it. I'm envious!"
"Master Yang An has such a good figure, but it's a pity that he didn't have time to take pictures!"
There was a buzzing discussion.
Yang An couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
"Master, are you okay? Senior Zhou Tianjian is so kind to you! He obviously wants to give you contribution points, but he doesn't want to show it and embarrass you. These are brothers..." Zhao Jian looked envious: "Three thousand points
Contribution points, how many monsters do you have to kill to get them, just give them as you say..."
"..." Yang An looked at Zhao Jian: "Brother, my sword is worth this money, do you understand?"
