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Chapter 187 Insufficient greed!

"Cousin, why are you so busy?"

"It's the end of the year and there are many things to do. I heard that you are going to take an exam?"

Stirring, Zhang Xiaojun took a sip of the hot soup in the bowl, and replied: "Well, you still remember the exam... You really don't plan to go to school anymore?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't go to school. At worst, you can just get a diploma when you go abroad. If you pass the exam this time, my cousin will buy you a sports car as a New Year's gift!"

"Oh, thank you cousin, I'll accept it this time, the sports car is good for girls, otherwise it will always be looked down upon."

"Huh? You're enlightened!"

Zhang Xiaojun shrugged, he didn't care about other people's feelings, the main reason was that he felt a little low, and now that Santana can "transform", he should also be equipped with a good car, so that he can better develop his flirting. cause!

"I'm enlightened. You look good recently. Have you filed a lawsuit with Hu Xinjin?"

"No, but it was a hit. Think about it for yourself. The contract you signed with your own hands is actually... By the way, cousin, can your method still be used?"

Zhang Xiaojun shook his head hastily, and said: "Cousin, the old Taoist said, to be a man, you must be content, and you must not be greedy, everything is predestined!"

Li Buyi smiled awkwardly, as expected, there was a shortcut, people are not very good at walking the normal way.

"Got it, I'm going back to my room."

"Oh, combine work and rest, don't die suddenly."

"roll!"

After teasing Li Buyi a few words, Zhang Xiaojun also went to sword practice again. He hoped that one day his own sword could be like those people in Bianhuang, the sword energy that he swung out was full of colorful clouds, and he could break through mountains and rivers!

It took more than an hour to practice, and it was almost 11 o'clock. Zhang Xiaojun put away the Xuanyuan Sword, went back to his room, took a shower, and then fell asleep. The next day, he didn't have to go too early, so Zhang Xiaojun woke up in the morning and read a book for a while. Walk.

In the old place, Chen Qi has already started sucking and breastfeeding, "Fatty, have you finished your review?"

"What is review, can it be eaten?"

"It seems that you are very confident!"

"That's right, I am Wenqu Xingxia, I don't need to review, dare you bet, last time you were 34th, I was 35th, this time whoever takes the exam is behind, and whoever treats you to dinner!"

"I just know how to eat. By the way, have you joined your awesome ghost chef? I inquired about it. Your ghost chef's cooking skills are amazing. Let me enjoy it anytime!"

As soon as Chen Qi heard Zhang Xiaojun mention this matter, he immediately became sluggish, and said weakly: "The ghost chef was in a good mood yesterday, and he made me a side dish casually, but as soon as I mentioned this matter, he immediately put the prepared dish Down, Mad, you know, that feeling is like killing me."

"How does it feel to kill a pig?"

"Go away, I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night last night."

"That dish is so delicious?"

"Nonsense, let me give you an analogy like this, which is the difference between eating shit and eating abalone."

Zhang Xiaojun has black lines, and Chen Qi's metaphor is simply stupid and vulgar, "Have you ever eaten Xiang?"

"Nimma, I just want you to feel the gap, the gap between heaven and earth!" Chen Qi was speechless.

The two arrived at the school after talking nonsense, put away their bicycles, and walked towards the examination room. They soon finished the Chinese test. As soon as they left the examination room, many students began to discuss, what ancient poems did they memorize, what reading questions I saw the article on "Reader"...

Zhang Xiaojun didn't think so. Anyway, for the Chinese class, he felt that it was just a test of some things from his ancestors, plus his super reading comprehension ability and perfect answer template, it wouldn't be too bad.

Soon in the afternoon, after finishing the English exam, Zhang Xiaojun left the exam room with a heavy face, and Chen Qi followed behind, also with a sore face, because the English of these two guys is surprisingly poor, the two looked at each other, suddenly a little The feeling of sympathy.

"Can you write a composition?"

"Do you know the words used in it?"

"I just remember a yellow, yellow color..."

After returning home, Zhang Xiaojun started to practice swords after eating, but halfway through the practice, a phone call called him out.

"Hi, here it is!"

He was dressed in very trendy clothes, but what hurt the most was that this guy was actually holding a roast duck in his hand!
"Murong Yunhai, can you have a little image?"

"Can images be eaten?"

Zhang Xiaojun shook his head speechlessly.

"That's right, I'll send you a spirit... Why do you have spiritual energy in your body, you...you have become stronger!" Murong Yunhai was a little shocked, he didn't expect that Zhang Xiaojun would become so powerful after a few days.

"Reiki? Go, get in the car and talk."

Zhang Xiaojun felt that something was important, he pulled Murong Yunhai into the car, Santana drove away from the busy city, and soon appeared in an alley.

"You just said that I have spiritual energy in my body?"

After Murong Yunhai put down the roast duck in his hand, he swallowed the duck meat in his mouth, and said with a stiff neck, "En."

"Damn, don't eat it, it's water."

"Oh."

After Murong Yunhai took two sips of water, he said: "You have sprouted spiritual energy in your body, what's wrong with your body, you have almost completed the first stage of the transformation realm: body quenching (a total of nine levels of body quenching, used to refine the body) The top five out of nine!"

"Huh? So powerful?" Zhang Xiaojun was a little surprised. This is a practice of thousands of miles a day, but he also knows that opportunities are difficult to obtain in a short period of time, but such a powerful golden dragon tattoo gave him a transformation. There is no possibility that there are many difficulties for mortals to cultivate immortals.

"Then can I use the aura in my body?"

"No, someone deliberately opened up your eight meridians, and then blocked them again, and planted a formation in the dantian where your aura is... Oh, I see, there must be something wrong with your aura, Has someone handed you the Zhiyang Zhizheng exercise?"

"What the hell, I don't have any exercises, but an old man gave me a Taoist sword art, what is it called the Divine Sword Jue, have a look!" Zhang Xiaojun handed the "Divine Sword Jue" to Murong Yunhai, and Murong Yunhai looked at it After a few glances, he returned it to Zhang Xiaojun.

"Well, Zhiyang Zhizheng's sword art, you met a good person, helped you seal the aura in Dantian, and asked you to practice this sword art, which means that you will wear off the bad in the aura, so as not to Stepping into cultivation in the future will cause the foundation to be unstable.”

Zhang Xiaojun nodded. What Murong Yunhai said was exactly what Cheng Sanjin meant. Cheng Sanjin also told himself not to rush to practice, but to train his body first, and gave him some things to exercise his body.

"Where's the spirit stone?"

"Here, 500 coins, I didn't cheat you, the more I, the big brother, gave you."

"You actually have a conscience, by the way, where is Hu Meier's information?"

(End of this chapter)