Diligence can make up for one's shortcomings: Start by making up for one's natural spiritu

The muscles and bones roared for a while, like gold and iron clashing!

After a moment, Qi and blood surged up, forming a transparent wave of Qi around Fang Che, causing dust to spread on the training ground.

Fang Che felt relaxed all over, and his blood flow became faster and faster.

Eight wild explosions...

Officially set foot in the first layer of heaven!

Fang Che was extremely excited and waved his fist, feeling an invisible explosive force flowing through his body...

If he hits Teacher Su's Golden Spirit Puppet now, he might be able to blow out his chest with one punch, not just make a dent!

"Ding! You have worked hard to refine your body and have made a breakthrough. Your diligence is +80, and the prescription for the spirit-quenching treasure liquid is +1..."

Um? !

When the prompt popped up in front of him, Fang Che was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and he was a little surprised.

In addition to doubling the energy due to the breakthrough, he also received a prescription!

"Spirit-quenching treasure liquid...a spiritual liquid prescription for practicing physical skills!"

Fang Che was a little surprised. After receiving the memory, the specific contents of the prescription came to his mind.

However, after seeing clearly the medicinal materials needed for the Spirit Tempering Treasure Liquid, Fang Che's fiery heart suddenly turned cold.

Any kind of medicinal material can be the beginning of hundreds of good deeds...

There are more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials required, and alchemists need to be invited to refine and prepare them.

Good deeds are needed everywhere!

Sure enough, what hindered him was not only diligence, but also poverty!

Fang Che took a deep breath and felt a little confused, thinking that he might have to try to do some good deeds.

Because of the matter of the spirit-quenching treasure liquid, Fang Che was a little worried, and the joy of the breakthrough in physical skills dissipated a lot.

Weakly walked out of the training ground and came to the front desk.

What surprised Fang Che was that it was someone else at the front desk instead of Senior Zhou.

Fang Che was still somewhat familiar with him.

Su Shangxing, the teacher who had given Fang Che the fighting skills test in the morning, was sitting on a chair and looking at him with a smile.

"Teacher Su?"

Fang Che was shocked and hurriedly said hello.

Su Shangxing stood up and put the sword box on his back: "I'm waiting for you here specially, good boy... It really takes 12 hours to practice."

"You have Tianling roots and you are still so diligent."

Fang Che smiled and said: "It is precisely because you have the Tianling Root that you need to be more diligent."

"If the school's training room had not been closed at night, I would have stayed up all night."

Su Shangxing's eyes were strange.

Practicing all night? A cultivator?

"I wonder why Teacher Su is waiting for me?" Fang Che asked proactively.

"I saw your fighting skills today. My golden spirit puppet... had a dent in its chest and almost injured its core."

Su Shangxing said directly.

As soon as Fang Che finished listening, his heart suddenly hit him and he almost had a heart attack.

"Teacher Su, you're not here to ask me for compensation, are you?"

Su Shangshang hesitated for a moment. Does he seem like someone who is not even close to repairing the puppet's good deeds?

"Of course you don't need to compensate. Of course, if you really feel guilty, just help me with something." Su Shangshang laughed.

As long as there was no need to compensate, Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at Su Shangxing, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he said sincerely: "Teacher Su, if there is anything I can do to help you, just ask."

Fang Che's attitude made Su Shangshang more and more interesting.

"Haha, it's not a big deal. For you, there are only advantages and no disadvantages." Su Shangshang raised his hand and took out a form from the storage space.

"Take a look."

Fang Che took it and glanced at it, and saw the big words "Xianmen High School Fighting Competition" on the form.

"Fighting competition?"

Fang Che was slightly startled and looked at Su Shangxing.

"Yes, the fighting competition... the scope of participation includes students from the first and second grades of high school. This year... our second high school students in Fei Lei City have no hope of winning. We may not even be able to break through Fei Lei City."

"So, I plan to let you give it a try, so that you can see the world and increase your knowledge of fighting skills."

"Prepare for next year's Immortal Sect Fighting Competition."

Su Shangshang smiled.

Fang Che raised his eyebrows. Although he was immersed in training, he still heard about the fighting competition.

After all, it is a grand event for the entire Daxia Xianmen High School.

The Xianmen High School Fighting Competition is a nationwide competition. If you can get a medal, you may even be recommended to a key immortal cultivation university in Xianmen!

Fang Che heard the implication from Su Shangshang's words.

The second high school student had given up on this martial arts competition, so Su Shangxing decided to let him experience it and gain experience in the competition.

It means that Su Shangshang is very optimistic about him and plans to train him well.

Although he is only a freshman in high school and has just entered the elite class.

"Teacher Su, if I am too cheating...will it affect the reputation of Fei Lei Second High School Master?" Fang Che said, somewhat dumbfounded.

Su Shangshang's appreciation was really heavy.

Of course there is no problem in participating, but Fang Che doesn’t want to take the blame...

"What are you afraid of? I just asked you to gain knowledge. Besides, you lost this year and lost face. Why are you so shameless and courageous? Next year, you will definitely regain your position and increase your fighting spirit."

"Go on with confidence. There are three contestants in total. You are only responsible for the soy sauce. You are not the main force. If you lose, you don't have to stick to the pot."

"Relax and don't be nervous. I don't expect you to get any results in the first year."

Su Shang had already talked about this in jargon. If Fang Che continued not to agree, he would really be disrespectful.

But Fang Che was actually a little reluctant.

After all, if he participates in the competition, it will definitely affect his diligent practice time and reduce the amount of energy he can obtain.

Su Shangxing looked at Fang Che with a half-smile, and said lightly: "The Xianmen High School Fighting Competition has rewards for good deeds. As far as I know, this year's education reform focuses on fighting classes, so the gold medal prize for this fighting competition is as high as 200,000 good deeds."

"In addition, there are rewards for cultivation resources. If you can squeeze into the national competition, the second high school will reward good deeds and cultivation resources, and will also give priority to scholarship assessment."

Su Shangxing finished speaking.

Fang Che's eyes brightened instantly, and he stood straight, his eyes firm and bright: "Teacher Su, I have thought it through. It is my duty to fight for the Second High School!"

"Okay, then sign the registration form and come to my office tomorrow. I will introduce you to your teammates and give you special training in fighting."

"Although I don't have any hope this year, I still have to try my best to fight, and you have to go all out. Only by immersing yourself in it, even if you fail, can you gain something." Su Shangxing pursed his lips slightly, as if he was trying to hold back a smile.

He had figured out Fang Che's temperament of loving money.

"Okay!" Fang Che's fighting spirit was like fire, burning fiercely!

Fang Che was worried that there was no place to earn good deeds. Isn't this a direction?

Two hundred thousand good deeds, even if divided among three people, there would be more than sixty thousand!

After Su Shangxing left, Fang Che's fighting spirit was high, and he went to the playground to train for a while, waving his fists, full of vigor, and wishing that the fighting competition would start immediately!

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Accompanied by the street lights, he returned to the house in the old neighborhood. His parents had gone to work the night shift and had not returned.

Fang Che simply cooked some noodles, and after eating, he returned to the house, took out the pure low-grade spirit stone, and began to practice cross-legged.

The Qi Gathering Pill had been completely consumed, and Fang Che did not spend any good deeds to buy it.

After entering the training class, with the spiritual root support enjoyed by his natural spiritual roots, the support he could get every month must be not low. In addition to artificial spirit stones, there is also a first-level upper-grade spirit gathering liquid.

Perhaps the effect is not as good as the Qi Gathering Pill, but at least it can assist in practice.

The spiritual consciousness surged when he entered the state of concentration.

Calm the breath and concentrate the mind, and the heart is like a bright lamp.

Threads of spiritual energy were extracted from the spirit stone, along the meridians, into the body, and gathered in the sea of ​​qi.

The night gradually deepened.

The waning moon was like a hook.

Mother Chen Shuting was holding a middle-aged man, Fang Che's father Fang Qingyun, who came back from overtime work in the puppet factory.

On the quiet street, the street lights were dim, and only the couple walked together.

Fang Qingyun hit his waist from time to time, frowning slightly. Seeing this, Chen Shuting rubbed his waist.

"Ache wants to continue to cultivate immortals, we have to earn more good deeds to subsidize him... It's not easy to cultivate immortals. We can't help him much, we can only provide support in good deeds."

Fang Qingyun sighed.

Chen Shuting pursed her lips and said nothing.

The two returned to their residence and opened the door carefully.

When passing by Fang Che's house, through the crack of the door, you can see the still bright lights in the house, and the spiritual energy fluctuations that appear and disappear...

The couple looked at each other, and the fatigue on their faces disappeared.

What are they working hard and staying up late to work overtime for?

Isn't it to give Fang Che, who has average spiritual roots and talents, a bright future, at least so that Fang Che doesn't have to worry about good deeds, and can work hard for the ideal of cultivating immortals without worries.

And the diligence and hard work of children are the greatest feedback and rewards for them.

Who doesn't want their children to become successful?

The couple snuggled up to each other, leaning against the wall beside Fang Che's door, with relieved smiles on their faces.