Let You Open A Cafeteria, And All The Students Have Become Martial Arts Saints?

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

In a camp hundreds of kilometers away from Zhenyao City, Xia Cheng huddled in a tent and sneezed twice.

"Sincerely, are you okay? Do you want to take some medicine?"

Ning Weiwei Yazi sat beside him, her pretty face was full of worry.

The temperature in Daliang Mountain is not as good as that in Rongcheng. It is extremely cold here, with strong winds and snow.

It's deep winter now, the lowest temperature has reached -70 or 80 degrees below zero, and even peeing can freeze into a waterfall.

If it's just a simple low temperature, it's okay.

The martial artist is full of energy and blood, and he is like a raging furnace, not afraid of the ordinary low temperature environment at all.

But Daliang Mountain is a bit special, the aura here is mixed with a trace of ice attribute, the chill is biting, making many people feel uncomfortable.

Even the display of strength will be affected by "2000".

Of course, there are also those who are like a fish in water, like Chu Lingxi, who is so simple-minded, who doesn't know where to go to have fun now.

The ice-type kung fu practiced by her came here as if she had returned home.

Xia Cheng looked at Ning Weiwei's worried look and smiled slightly.

How could he, who cultivated the Chidi Huohuangqi, be physically unable to bear it because of this strange aura?

As soon as that icy breath enters the body, it will be shattered and melted by the hot true energy.

But such a good opportunity cannot be easily let go.

Xia Cheng pretended to be very cold, his body curled up into a ball, his lips trembled: "It's too cold, Weiwei, I need a warm hug."

Since that night, the relationship between him and Ning Weiwei has undergone a qualitative change. Although it hasn't been made clear, everything is in the air.

It's just that Fu Luoli's face is too thin, and he has never had a chance to succeed again.

Sure enough, hearing Xia Cheng say this, Ning Weiwei's pretty face was blushed again, she wasn't really stupid, she naturally saw the sincere "wolf ambition"

But sometimes, this kind of thing is a willingness to fight, and a willingness to suffer every day.

When the atmosphere is here, picking up a piece of soap can become a fuse.

Nervously, within a short distance of half a meter, Ning Weiwei moved over little by little, Xia Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, and embraced her in Ning Weiwei's exclamation.

Small and soft.

Feeling the beauty in his arms, he sincerely exerted a little force to make the two of them get closer.

Sure enough, it was much warmer.

"Vivi"

Xia Cheng's chin rested on the girl's forehead.

"Hmm." Ning Weiwei's voice was thin and weak, feeling the heat blowing towards her face, her whole body was about to melt.

"I still feel a little cold."

"Then what to do?"

"I heard that friction causes heat, why don't we try it?"

boom!

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Xia Cheng shook his head regretfully, he didn't expect Fu Luoli to understand it quite well, and ran away before he could make an inch of it.

"Boss Xia, the ingredients are almost ready!" Ding Yiyao's voice came from outside the tent.

"Here we come!"

In response, Xia Cheng walked out of the tent, facing the piercing cold wind.

In the camp, Jiang Baqi and others gathered together, looking nervous, and Wang Xinxin's chubby hand holding the phone was trembling.

"What are you looking at?"

Xia Cheng moved over curiously, and Wang Xinxin handed him the phone when he saw it, with an ugly smile on his face.

"Brother Cheng, I feel that after returning to school, it will be our group's memorial day."

Picking up the phone, Xia Cheng burst out laughing with just one glance.

In the group chat of nail households in the cafeteria, there are constantly messages being swiped, and it becomes 999+ in a blink of an eye. The content is so high that ten sentences can't make up a few clean words.

One can imagine how angry the students who are still in school are.

This is not the scariest thing, a video was pinned to the top of the group chat.

In the video, Zhou Renjie's face is indifferent, his robe is windless and automatic, even through the screen, he can feel the undisguised killing intent.

"It's really miserable for you." Xia Cheng gloated and returned the phone: "Maybe I can still get the job of burning the banquet after I go back."

"Brother Cheng, stop making sarcastic remarks, and save us quickly.

Su Yuan's face was full of pain, his private messages were about to be blown up by the seniors who had added before, and his legs were weak.

"What are you saving? Anyway, I was kidnapped by you, and you were responsible for the accident. It has nothing to do with me!"

Xia Cheng waved his hands again and again, throwing himself completely away, and the students around him looked at him sadly and angrily...

Nie Rufeng even gave up on himself and chose to put it badly:

"Whatever happens when he goes back, at least he will be able to eat and drink well within a month."

"No, I have to post some photos in the group after eating, I don't believe that someone can chase me and teach me a lesson!"

Hearing this, many students around looked at him with the warriors in their eyes.

When it comes to killing, you are really good at it!

On a small hill.

The bishop of Tianli Sect led his men to ambush early on at the necessary place from Rongcheng to Zhenyao City.

It is hundreds of kilometers away from Rongcheng, and there is no army or patrolling people nearby.

Even if people from Rongcheng Wuhan University want to ask for help, it will take a long time for the reinforcements to arrive.

The bishop took a low breath and said slowly: "I will be responsible for restraining those teachers for a while, and your target is those students.

"Kill as many as you can, remember, kill those students who look rich first!"

"There is a lot of power behind this kind of students, once they die, they will definitely bring a lot of trouble to Rongcheng Wuda.

"yes!"

Several elders responded quickly.

One of his subordinates released several drones to investigate the situation in the distance.

Although the coverage area is not as large as the powerhouse's Divine Consciousness 1.3, technological creations are superior in concealment and are not tiring.

You can't let the bishop do the work of scouts himself.

About half an hour later, a convoy appeared within the drone's field of vision.

"My lord! The target has appeared!"

The bishop took a quick look and found that there were only a dozen or so cars, and he was a little puzzled.

Why do you feel less?

Forget it, seeing the school badge on the car, I must be right.

"When they enter the ambush circle, attack immediately!" The bishop ordered.

But at this moment, a stream of light shot from the distant sky, first overtook the convoy, plunged into the ambush circle, and then stopped suddenly, turning into a human figure.

"Huh? Who! How dare to ambush this old man! Come out!".