"Bullshit! Xiao Ning'er is my fiancée, what does it have to do with you? Are you crazy about women?" Shen Fei stood up, holding the dagger, his face bulging with veins, he stared at Chang Ping, his eyes seemed to be able to kill.
"Bang!"
Chang Ping suddenly shot at Shen Fei's dagger, and only heard a "ding" sound, the dagger flew out of his hand.
Shen Fei looked at the torn tiger's mouth, and was terrified: I didn't expect this strange weapon to not only make a loud noise, but also have great power. If it hit his forehead, it would probably flip his skull over.
"What are you talking about? Say it again for me to hear?" Chang Ping blew away the green smoke coming out of the muzzle.
A good man will not suffer a loss in front of him.
"You are so cruel!" Shen Fei glared at Chang Ping with resentment, covered his torn tiger's mouth, tucked his tail between his legs, squeezed away the students who were watching the excitement, and ran away in disgrace.
"Young Master Shen, wait for me!"
"You are in big trouble!"
"Be prepared to accept the thunderous wrath of the Sacred Family!"
The noble children also ran away.
Chang Ping stuffed the Desert Eagle back into his pocket and snorted contemptuously.
I have never heard of flies stinging people!
"Young man, run away!"
"Yes, if you hit Shen Fei, the Sacred Family will never let it go. Find a place to hide quickly."
"The head of the Sacred Family, Shen Hong, is a black gold peak demon spirit master. His strength is second only to the legendary demon spirit master Lord Ye Mo and the city lord. You can't deal with him. What's more, there are four black gold warriors in their family. Impulse is the devil, young man, be careful in your next life!"
The onlookers worried at the same time.
"I don't care about a mere black gold strongman!" Chang Ping snorted coldly. It won't take long for him to become a legendary warrior. If the Sacred Family dares to cause trouble, he promises to make them come and go! Blood spilled on the spot!
"What happened, Lao Yang? Why are there so many people gathered at the school gate?" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded.
Chang Ping turned around and saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face appeared behind him at some point.
Ye Sheng?
Chang Ping knew this man. He was the vice president of Shenglan College.
The security guard told Ye Sheng everything that had just happened. Ye Sheng narrowed his eyes and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face.
"It's over! Ye Sheng is probably afraid of getting into trouble and won't let me join Shenglan College." Chang Ping guessed secretly in his heart.
He snorted and turned to leave.
If you don't want to stay here, I will find another place to stay!
"Wait a minute! Don't you want to join Shenglan College? Why are you leaving?" Ye Sheng stopped Chang Ping.
"If I beat Shen Fei, will you let me join?" Chang Ping stopped and asked without looking back.
Ye Sheng smiled and said, "As long as your talent is qualified and you can afford the tuition, what reason do I have to turn you away?"
"So, I can join Shenglan College?" Chang Ping turned around and asked with a smile.
The reason why he wanted to join the academy so badly, besides wanting to meet his dream lover, he also wanted to obtain a treasure.
"As long as you can pass the talent test." Ye Sheng stroked his beard and answered with a smile.
Although the three top families are harmonious and friendly on the surface, the struggle is very fierce in secret, especially the Fengxue Family and the Shenghuo Family.
The head of the Shenghuo Family has always coveted the position of city lord, and tried every means to drive the head of the Fengxue Family off the stage, and he almost succeeded several times.
Ye Sheng is a member of the Fengxue Family, so he is naturally happy to see the people of the Shenghuo Family suffer. Now he not only wants to protect Chang Ping, but also recommend Chang Ping to the big figures in the clan, making him a thorn in the heart of the Shenghuo Family forever.
"Let's go! Let's start the test! I can't wait!"
In the surprised eyes of everyone, Chang Ping, who had been sentenced to death by them, swaggered into Shenglan College.
"Fuck! What's going on?" "This calf must be the illegitimate son of Vice President Ye Sheng, otherwise why would he protect him so much?"
"Cousin, did you see that? The young man avenged you! If you are still alive, please bless him to pass the test! Good people should not go unrewarded!"
...
The tree-lined path, green leaves dripping with dew.
"Young man, can you show me your weapon?" Ye Sheng suddenly asked.
"Of course!" Chang Ping took out the Desert Eagle, removed the magazine, and handed it to Ye Sheng.
You should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.
If this old guy takes a fancy to his Desert Eagle and kills people to silence them and destroys the bodies, he will be miserable.
However, after reading novels, comics and animations, he knows that Ye Sheng should not be such a person.
Ye Sheng held the Desert Eagle, turned it over and over, and studied it for a long time.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a sophisticated weapon in the world! I wonder where did you get this thing?"
Young friend?
Chang Ping raised his eyebrows: What does this old guy want to do by getting close to him?
"A friend gave it to me! Why, do you want one too?"
"Can I?" Ye Sheng was eager to try.
"Fifty million demon spirit coins!" Chang Ping stretched out his right hand and immediately added, "No bargaining!"
Fifty million? That's a lot! The most expensive silver weapon on the market is only one million demon spirit coins!
Ye Sheng was startled and hurriedly stuffed the Desert Eagle back into Chang Ping's hand.
Poor guy!
Chang Ping snorted, inserted the magazine back into the gun, and stuffed it back into his trouser pocket.
He was almost short of fifty million demon spirit coins! This is a hot weapon with unlimited bullets!
And the Desert Eagle cost him five thousand strength points, eight points of strength per minute, how long will it take him to make up for it?
Time is money, understand, old man?
Perhaps frightened by Chang Ping's greed, Ye Sheng didn't say anything along the way.
Test room.
There were two machines more than one person tall in the empty room.
One looked like a witch's magic crystal, and the other looked like a multimeter that measured voltage, current and resistance.
"Let's test the soul power first." Ye Sheng pointed at the crystal and said, "Put your palm on the soul crystal, concentrate, and slowly inject soul power into it."
Chang Ping nodded and did the test according to what Ye Sheng said.
One, two, three, ...
tiny dots of light jumped out of the crystal.
"Although the soul power is a little less, the blue soul sea is extremely rare. The test passed! You can go directly to the elementary class of the demon spirit master!" Ye Sheng was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
There are seven colors of the soul sea: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. According to the experience summarized by the City of Glory for thousands of years, the later the color, the stronger the talent for cultivating soul power. Red
can be cultivated to bronze at the highest, orange can be cultivated to silver at the highest, yellow can be cultivated to gold at the highest, green can be cultivated to black gold at the highest, and blue can be cultivated to legendary at the highest.
The only legendary demon spirit master in the City of Glory now, Lord Ye Mo, has a blue soul sea.
"This boy's talent is even stronger than Lord Ye Mo. I really picked up a treasure this time!" Ye Sheng was very glad that he didn't give up on Chang Ping just now.