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"5000 primordial stones for warrior cultivation."

"Gold coins, 100000 pieces."

"Peiyuan Pill, Dahuan Pill, and Liver Muscle and Bone Pill, 400 pills each."

"Three volumes of earth-level exercise secret books."

"Well, I didn't expect that Wang Zhigao is quite rich!"

Sitting in the cave, Qin Nan casually flipped through the storage bag that Wang Zhigao didn't have time to take away when he ran away, and laughed a few times happily.

It seems that this kind of taste of getting something for nothing is really good.

He understood in his heart that in this world where martial arts is the most important thing, there is such a naked law of survival of the weak and the strong.

Qin Nan casually put down the storage bag in her hand, and began to meditate cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Qin Nan, who owns a god-level system, basically can easily master various martial arts and martial arts without too much practice, but he also needs some time to use the system's deduction function to further improve the shortcomings of his martial arts. In order to exert the greatest effect when confronting the enemy.

Besides, occasionally meditating and breathing, and running the Zhoutian cycle, can also improve some cultivation bases, right?
In practice, you will never feel too much time, you will only feel urgent!

Qin Nan gradually settled down under the cross-legged position, and entered the realm of mystery and mystery.

The mountain where Qin Nan is located is called Cuiyun Peak.

Around Cuiyun Peak, there are seven other peaks, large and small.

Each peak of these eight peaks has been cut into a wide platform.

On the platform stands a magnificent palace.

There are eight palaces, each of which has a senior master at the level of King Wu sitting in command.

They are all second-year students, and they are known as: Kings of the Eight Peaks.

In their palace, there are all kinds of places for leisure, entertainment, practice, eating and living.

The academy also specially arranged a group of maids and servants for each peak king to serve them.

This is how the strong in the academy are treated:

If you are capable and capable, then eat meat and drink, then enjoy;
If you have no skills, then eat shit and dirt, you deserve it! ! !

Late at night, Yushi Peak, one of the eight peaks, is in the palace on the peak.

Wang Zhiyuan, a second-year Wang Wang student, was leisurely lying on a recliner, drinking fine wine and eating fruits, and from time to time, beautiful maids threw themselves into his arms.

Leisurely enjoying, the rippling like a spring heart lingers in Wang Zhiyuan's heart. Under the stimulation of alcohol, the agitation in his heart has already begun to move.

He grabbed a beautiful maid who was pouring wine for him, hugged him in his arms, and was about to have a good time.

"Clap clap clap-"

"Clap clap clap-"

Just when Wang Zhiyuan was about to lose control, there was a hasty knock on the door.

"Malle Gobi, which bastard is staying up late at night to disturb grandpa and me?"

"I don't know if I'm busy?"

"Fuck, hastily!!!!"

Wang Zhiyuan was distraught by the continuous knocking on the door, and suddenly lost interest.

He pushed the maid in his arms away, and walked over cursingly: "Who, fuck it!"

"The chicken is soft, it's even woo, the chicken is strong!"

"Hey everyone!"

(Zhiyuan, it’s me, Zhigao! Open the door!)
"Fuck, what kind of bird language is this?"

"It must be those bastards playing a prank!"

"Grandma, let's see if I don't beat you to death!"

Wang Zhiyuan opened the door angrily, and was about to swing his fist, but when he saw the lump of fat standing outside the door, he was stunned and stopped his movements.

"Zhigao, why are you?"

"Why are you so virtuous?"

Wang Zhiyuan looked at Wang Zhigao's bruised nose, swollen face, disheveled clothes, and two dripping sausage mouths, disgusted and wanted to laugh.

Is this fucking human?
It's a big pig head with a sign!

"No, it's—"

"Okay, don't bother."

"Come in, write on paper!"

Wang Zhiyuan was really impatient to hear Wang Zhigao's birdsong again, so he asked him to write it down with a pen.

Two 10 minutes later.

Wang Zhiyuan already knew the ins and outs of the matter. For the sake of the family's reputation, he asked Wang Zhigao to leave the academy overnight and go back to the family.

"Qin Nan, heh heh heh."

Wang Zhiyuan looked down at a certain cave on the mountainside of Cuiyun Peak with sinister eyes. .