"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, veins bulging on his face. He stared at Chang Ping with eyes that seemed to be able to kill people.
"Bang!"
Chang Ping suddenly shot at Shen Fei's dagger. With a "ding" sound, the dagger flew out of his hand.
Shen Fei looked at his torn knuckles and was terrified: He had never expected that this strange weapon would not only make a loud noise, but also be so powerful. If it hit him on the forehead, it would probably flip his skull over.
"What did you say? Say it again for me." Chang Ping blew away the smoke coming out of the muzzle of the gun.
A good man never suffers a loss in front of him.
"You are so cruel!" Shen Fei glared at Chang Ping with resentment, covered his cracked knuckles, tucked his tail between his legs, pushed away the students who were watching the fun, and ran away in shame.
"Mr. Shen, wait for me!"
"You're in big trouble!"
"Be prepared to accept the thunderous wrath of the Holy Family!"
The sons of the nobility also ran away.
Chang Ping stuffed the Desert Eagle back into his pocket and snorted contemptuously.
I've never heard of flies stinging people!
"Young man, run!"
"Yes, if you beat Shen Fei, the Sacred Family will never let you go. Find a place to hide quickly."
"Shen Hong, the head of the Holy Family, is a peak Black Gold 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. Impulsiveness is the devil, young man, be careful in your next life!"
The onlookers all became worried.
"I don't even take a black gold warrior seriously!" 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 will make sure they never return! Blood will be 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 appear behind him at some point.
Ye Sheng?
Chang Ping knew this person, 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 secretly guessed in his heart.
He snorted and turned away.
If I am not welcome here, there are other places that will welcome me!
"Wait a minute! Don't you want to join Shenglan College? Why are you leaving?" Ye Sheng called out to Chang Ping.
"If I beat Shen Fei, will you let me join?" Chang Ping stopped and asked without turning his head.
Ye Sheng said with a smile: "As long as you have the talent and can afford the tuition, why should I reject you?"
"So, I can join Shenglan College?" Chang Ping turned around and asked with a smile.
The reason why he was so eager to join the academy was not only because he wanted to meet his dream lover, but also because he 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 appear harmonious and friendly on the surface, they fight fiercely in secret, especially the Fengxue Family and the Sacred Family.
The Patriarch of the Holy Family has always coveted the position of City Lord and tried every means to oust the Patriarch of the Snowy Family, 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 Holy Family suffer. Now he not only wants to protect Chang Ping, but also recommend Chang Ping to the big shots in the family, making him a thorn in the heart of the Holy Family forever.
"Let's go! Let's start the test! I can't wait!"
Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, Chang Ping, who had been sentenced to death by them, swaggered into Shenglan College.
"What the hell! 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 in heaven, please help him pass the test! Good people should not go unrewarded!"
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The tree-lined path is covered with green leaves dripping with dew.
"Young man, can you show me your weapon?" Ye Sheng suddenly spoke.
"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 took a fancy to his Desert Eagle and wanted to kill him and destroy the body, he would be in trouble.
However, after reading novels, comics and anime, he knew that Ye Sheng should not be that kind of person.
Ye Sheng held the Desert Eagle, turned it over and over, and studied it for a long time.
"I didn't expect there would be such an exquisite weapon in the world! Where did you get it?"
Young friend?
Chang Ping raised his eyebrows: What does this old guy want to do by trying to get close to him?
"A friend gave it to me! Why, do you want one too?"
"Is it okay?" Ye Sheng was eager to try.
"Fifty million demon spirit coins for a handful!" Chang Ping stretched out his right hand and 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 softly, inserted the magazine back into the gun, and stuffed it back into his trouser pocket.
He was almost short of 50 million demon spirit coins! This was a hot weapon with unlimited bullets!
Moreover, the Desert Eagle cost him 5,000 strength points, 8 points of strength per minute. How long will it take him to get them back?
Time is money, understand old man?
Perhaps frightened by Chang Ping's greed, Ye Sheng didn't say a word along the way.
Testing room.
There were two machines more than one meter tall placed in the empty room.
One looks like a witch's magic crystal, and the other looks like a multimeter that measures voltage, current, and resistance.
"Let's test your soul power first." Ye Sheng pointed at the crystal and said, "Place your palm on the soul crystal, concentrate, and slowly inject your soul power into it."
Chang Ping nodded and carried out the test as Ye Sheng said.
one two three,...
Tiny points of light jumped out of the crystal.
"Although your soul power is a little less, the blue soul sea is extremely rare. You passed the test! You can go directly to the beginner's class of the demon spirit master!" Ye Sheng was ecstatic in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.
There are seven colors in the soul sea: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. According to the experience of the City of Glory over thousands of years, the later the color, the stronger the talent for cultivating soul power.
Red can be cultivated to bronze, orange can be cultivated to silver, yellow can be cultivated to gold, green can be cultivated to black gold, and cyan can be cultivated to legendary.
Lord Ye Mo, the only legendary demon spirit master in the City of Glory, is the blue soul sea.
"This boy's talent is actually stronger than Lord Ye Mo. I really found a treasure this time!" Ye Sheng was very glad that he did not give up on Chang Ping just now.