"Master, you are back? Hey, are you satisfied? I have said before that my name, Wang Zhong, has the word "loyalty". Of course, I have to be meticulous in doing things. Although we are in trouble now, we cannot lower our requirements for life.
, you still have to be exquisite. These are the ten sets of changes of clothes I bought for you, top quality from Zhenxiufang. By the way, there are also..."
Wang Zhong said excitedly.
Lin Beichen had a bad premonition in his heart and said, "Don't tell me that you spent all the twenty silver coins I gave you at once, right?"
"Of course." Wang Zhong said: "If I don't spend all the money, how can I be worthy of you, young master?"
Lin Beichen: "..."
You are so damn worthy of me.
That will cover your expenses for the next month.
Your fucking day is gone.
Why are you so prodigal?
"Hey, Master, do you look bad?"
Butler Wang asked suspiciously: "Did you fail in the exam today?"
"no……"
Lin Beichen gritted his teeth and said.
"That means...the things I bought are not exquisite enough?"
Butler Wang asked.
"No, you bitch, you...well, you did a good job."
Lin Beichen was about to curse, but suddenly he remembered his character problem, so he had to give a thumbs up. In order to maintain the character of a prodigal who spent money like water in the past, he had his teeth knocked out and blood swallowed. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never give it to him in the future.
This old thing has too much money.
It's strange to say that.
He and Butler Wang are both losers. How did this guy get so many goods out of school?
Logically speaking, since he had already walked out of the campus, he should have been beaten to death on the spot by the enemies standing outside.
Lin Beichen was extremely strange.
After a while.
"Wow hahahaha, Uncle Wang, you did a good job, very good, it's really worth the money."
Suddenly he changed from 'dog thing' to 'Uncle Wang'.
Because after Lin Beichen put on clean, comfortable and soft clothes both inside and outside, and after eating the most famous pastries in the city, he felt that his whole soul had been sublimated.
Large real fragrance scene.
Wang Zhong chuckled and said: "Of course, after all, I understand you, young master."
[Country Novel www.xiangcun7.com] It’s late at night.
Lin Beichen was in the tent and summoned his cell phone.
One day passed and 62% of the battery was left.
The two major apps [Medium Xuan Qi Condensation Technique] and [Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations] are running in the background, and the three apps of Herbal Medicine Elixir, History and Xuan Wen Theory are all closed.
Apart from this, there are no new changes on the mobile phone.
Lin Beichen studied for a moment and then put the phone away again.
He is subconsciously spending less time fiddling with his phone to save battery.
"The Three Swordsmanship has almost reached its peak and perfection."
"Passing today's test, my profound energy level is at least level 6 or above."
"Although the actual combat in the class today was not challenging, it just allowed me to eliminate the fear of fighting with cold weapons in this world as a time traveler. With my own combat experience, no matter who I face tomorrow,
The odds of winning are very good.”
"Must get first place."
"Otherwise, Wu Xiaofang, this mad dog, will definitely tear her apart."
Lin Beichen thought about it over and over again in his mind.
As for the temporary cancellation of the Xuanqi level results, Lin Beichen was not worried at all.
Because the cultivation of Xuan Qi is within oneself, it is not a matter of fraud.
No matter how many times you retest, the results are the same.
The only thing that made him faintly anxious was that until today, no new clues had appeared on his mobile phone. There was still no clue on how to use the mobile phone to return to Earth.
He told himself in his heart not to rush, but to take his time.
Unknowingly, I fell into sleep.
The old butler Wang Zhong dutifully stood guard outside the tent.
On a tree twenty meters away, the old teacher Xi Ding Sanshi was hiding in the dark, listening to the sound of sleeping sound coming from the tent, and fell into deep thought.
In the past few days, the prodigal son has been eating and sleeping, and I have never seen him practice.
Then where did his god-level understanding of [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations] and his sixth-level profound energy come from?
Is there really a genius in the world who can become stronger while lying down?
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The second day.
The competition continues.
Although Class Nine has ended the civil war and elected representatives.
However, there are still classes such as Class 1, Class 2, and Class 8 that have more talented students. The competition is fierce and takes longer, and the final candidate has not yet been selected.
It was not until noon that the representatives of the ten second-grade classes were finally announced.
There are fifteen students in class one, ten students in class two, ten students in class eight, and other classes ranging from five to eight students.
The reason for this situation is determined by the average level of students in each class.
The class with the highest average level will get more representative places.
The ten classes add up to exactly one hundred student representatives. These one hundred people will participate in the final full-level practical examination to compete for the highest honor.
After lunch, the final actual competition finally kicked off amidst the much anticipated attention.
The order of one hundred student representatives was shuffled and lots were drawn again.
The numbers drawn determine the opponents in the first round.
Lin Beichen accidentally drew the number 97.
So his opponent in the first round was the student with lottery number 4.
There are ten arenas in the second-year martial arts arena, so ten matches can be held in each round.
As for the rounds of the competition, they are arranged by the invigilator.
Lin Beichen was not among the first round.
Basically, under the deliberate arrangement of the coaches, the ten comparisons in each round will not feature more than two talented seeded players at most.
In this way, the geniuses in the grade can watch each other's games, arouse each other's fighting spirit, and exert their strongest strength.
In the first round, there was a match between Wu Xiaofang.
His opponent is Cheng Ku, a representative from Class Nine.
The two took the stage.
Cheng Ku smiled bitterly.
He had bad luck. In the first round, he met Wu Xiaofang, the number one player in the previous competition.
No chance of winning.
The rules of the practical examination at this stage are very cruel. If you lose one game, you will be eliminated and will not be divided into the loser group. Therefore, if you encounter a favorite like Wu Xiaofang, you are destined to have no chance.
Cheng Ku drew his sword, which was the starting point for basic swordsmanship.
To be able to stand out among the forty students in Class Nine, he naturally has a certain level of combat capability.
But Wu Xiaofang just sneered. He didn't even take out the long sword in his hand. He stepped forward directly and stabbed Cheng Kuzhong Palace with the sheathed sword straight to his chest.
Cheng Ku was calm and collected, and used the basic sword technique [Thousands of Mountains to Block] to directly block the attack.
This is a very safe way to respond.
However, as soon as the long sword collided with the scabbard, an overwhelming and unstoppable force suddenly came.
Cheng Ku felt his wrist go numb, and the long sword flew out of his hand.