After binding with the rich school beauty, I became a martial god by lying flat

Looking at the narrow dormitory in front of him, which could only accommodate two beds, Chen Ping twitched his lips.

Although he had prepared himself mentally on the way here, he did not expect the environment to be so bad.

"I didn't see a toilet along the way. Where is the toilet?"

Ye Fan took out a plastic bucket from under the bed and handed it to Chen Ping. "The toilet was blocked a long time ago and no one came to repair it. If you want to go to the toilet, use it."

Looking at the red plastic bucket that was scrubbed very clean, Chen Ping's forehead was full of black lines.

"I also reclaimed a piece of land in the vacant land behind the dormitory building. I usually grow some vegetables and use it for fertilizer."

"Even if you are a ninth-class student, it is free to eat in the cafeteria. There is no need to grow vegetables yourself, right?"

"I have been held back twice. Except for retaining my student status, all other benefits have been cancelled."

"Now I work part-time in my spare time to earn some points and barely make a living."

Chen Ping could not imagine how Ye Fan persisted in such an environment.

"What about your parents? Don't they care about you?"

"My father died in the beast tide to protect me and my mother. My mother worked three jobs to support me. On the day I was admitted to Beijing University of Warwick, she was in a hurry to deliver a takeaway that was about to expire. She ran a red light and was hit by a car and died."

The air was quiet for a while before Chen Ping said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know your parents had passed away."

The sadness in Ye Fan's eyes flashed, "It's okay, it's been more than two years." He put the red plastic bucket back under the bed: "If you are not used to it, you can go to the eighth dormitory building one kilometer away, but be careful not to be discovered that you are a ninth-class student, otherwise you will be deducted points."

"Fuck, ninth-class students don't even have the qualifications to go to the toilet, right?"

Chen Ping took a deep breath and suppressed his restless emotions.

The class discrimination here seems to be more serious than he thought.

"Practicing martial arts requires a lot of Qi and Blood Pills. Without Qi and Blood Pills, how can you improve your Qi and Blood?"

Ye Fan picked up a wooden sword from the bedside and said, "I rely on exercise to increase Qi and Blood."

"I swing the sword 10,000 times a day, which can increase a little Qi and Blood. Now my Qi and Blood value has already..."

Suddenly, a shouting voice came from outside: "Ye Fan, get out! Otherwise, I will tear down your broken building!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Chen Ping walked to the window and saw a figure with yellow hair in the crowd at a glance.

Huang Mao stood at the head of the crowd, holding a shining long sword and showing off his power.

"It's okay, I can get it done soon." Ye Fan was about to go out with the wooden sword.

"How can you handle him with a wooden sword?"

"It's better to use a wooden sword. I don't feel bad if it gets damaged. I worked for half a year to save money to buy a weapon, but it was cut off by someone's sword. I felt bad for a long time."

"Beijing Wushu University has a clear ban on heavy fighting in competitions. Basically, it's just a matter of time. Don't worry, I will only get some skin injuries at most, plus a wooden sword will be damaged. Nothing will happen."

Chen Ping, who couldn't listen any more, took off the Longquan sword on his back and handed it to Ye Fan: "How can you beat him with a wooden sword? Try using my sword."

"No need, that The long knife in Huang Mao's hand is very sharp, don't break your sword. "

"Don't worry, just chop it hard, if it breaks, it's my fault."

"These seniors rely on their high cultivation level and keep challenging you to fight, winning all your credits and making you repeat the grade. You should also beat them once and win half of their credits!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan hesitated for a while before nodding and saying, "Okay, if it breaks, I will work and save money to compensate you!"

"Go, you will definitely win this time!"

Ye Fan went downstairs carrying Chen Ping's sword, still holding the simple wooden sword he made in his hand.

Seeing Ye Fan coming out with a broken wooden sword, Huang Mao laughed and said sarcastically: "You poor bastard who can't even afford a weapon, get out of Wuhan University, you are such a disgrace!"

"I will tear down your building and build a luxurious villa for our boss to live in!"

Ye Fan, whose face was completely gloomy, carefully placed the wooden sword on the ground and slowly pulled out the Longquan sword behind him.

Huang Mao then noticed the Longquan sword that Ye Fan was carrying, and continued to mock him, "Where did you buy this cheap, low-quality product from?"

"Don't you learn from your mistakes? Have you forgotten the lesson I cut off last time?"

Ye Fan's expression was cold: "If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Huang Mao sneered: "Heh, you didn't even last three seconds last time, and you still dare to talk to me like this?"

He took out a round ball and threw it in the air, "Okay, the recorder is already on, this time I have to teach you a lesson and let you see blood!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Mao rushed to Ye Fan with a long knife in his hand and chopped down Ye Fan's thigh fiercely.

If he chopped it hard this time, even if his leg was not broken,, a big cut would be made.

Chen Ping, who was standing at the window and watching, used the sword control technique.

A sharp breath suddenly burst out from the Longquan Sword, and the Longquan Sword disappeared in an instant. When it appeared the next moment, it was already behind Huang Mao.

Blood slid down the blade of the Longquan Sword, and half of the blade was inserted diagonally on the ground not far away.

Huang Mao looked at the remaining handle in his hand and looked at Ye Fan in disbelief: "How can you be so strong?"

A blood mark crossed his chest, oozing blood.

Although Ye Fan didn't know what was going on, he quickly reacted and walked forward to pull out the Longquan Sword, "You lost, half of your credits are mine."

"Also, as long as I'm here, you will never think of demolishing this building!"

Huang Mao, whose chest was heaving violently with anger, had an itchy throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I don't accept it! Wait for me, I will come to challenge you next month!"

At this time, a burly and rough-looking young man walked out of the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and they all shouted, "Hello, Boss Long Hao!"

Seeing that Boss Long Hao was actually here in person, Huang Mao hurriedly ran to Long Hao with his chest covered, "Boss, why are you here? You don't need to come here in person for such a small matter."

"You are vomiting blood, don't talk, take this pill." Long Hao did not blame Huang Mao, but handed him a healing pill.

After Huang Mao took the pill, he wanted to say thank you, but thinking of Long Hao's words, he couldn't help but cover his mouth.

Long Hao's eyes were always fixed on the Longquan Sword in Ye Fan's hand, "Your sword is extraordinary."

"How about this, as long as you give me this sword, I can not only spare your life, but also let you join our Long Gang and enjoy wealth and glory, how about it?"

Ye Fan refused without any hesitation: "Impossible! Don't even think about it!"

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Ye Fan didn't give him any face at all, Long Hao's face instantly sank.

"Tear down this building, take the sword from his hand, break his limbs and feed him to the dogs!"

"Yes!"

A group of people rushed towards Ye Fan with fierce eyes.