Yang An said nothing, narrowed his eyes, and looked directly at Zhou Tianjian quietly, with a faint flash of sword light in his dark and deep eyes.
"cough……"
Zhou Tianjian seemed to be a little annoyed by Yang An, and he coughed in embarrassment.
"Brother Yang... don't listen to my uncle. We are all freshmen and classmates. We can just talk about our own things..." Zhou Zhiyang, blushing, broke the embarrassing silence.
Yang An still stared at Zhou Tianjian.
"Ahem, okay, okay, let's stop pretending. Can't I stop pretending? Brother, you just came back, and I really don't want to bully you. After all, I am a third-level three-star true immortal, the chief of the third grade. Bullying It’s disrespectful to be a new student...Brother, are you going to take the initiative to teach me, or are you going to gather a ray of sword intent for me?"
"I can't even reach the Mahayana realm."
"Dear brother, it's boring for you to say that, right? Is the realm of kendo related to the realm? Is it related? What I want to learn is the realm of kendo. Be simple and neat. I really don't want to pester you with a small Mahayana. This is Reality, reality, brother, do you understand? If you are not careful, you will explode. Don’t force me... The gap between us is really too big, too big. Alas, in order to wait for you, I have suppressed and suppressed again. However, the talent is too high, the return is too early, and the promotion is too fast... I really don’t want to bully you, brother..."
Dese, incomparable dese.
Threat, Chi Guoguo's threat.
Zhou Tianjian's mood at this moment was extremely joyful and refreshing. Once, in his second life, he was tortured so cruelly and painfully by Yang An, but now he felt so happy and refreshed.
Of course, the most important pleasure is seeing Yang An again.
Although Yang An is still very weak at this moment and has just returned, color appears in his lonely and pale black and white life like an ink painting. No way, whether it was being abused, or stalking Yang An, even the life of being always suppressed by Yang An, in his opinion, it was always enjoyable, although it was a different kind of pleasure. In short, on the days when Yang An was struck to death by lightning, his life was boring...
Now, Yang An is finally back.
Moreover, it also allows him to experience the joy of becoming a landlord from a serf.
"Don't call me brother. Your swordsmanship has nothing to do with me. I didn't concentrate on swordsmanship before, let alone understand swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship is just a mean way. You are so mean, don't have anything to do with me. There's nothing I can do I will teach you, let alone condense sword intent with you, I am very weak and very busy."
"1000 contribution points!" Zhou Tianjian stared at Yang An.
"Who do you think I am?"
"2000! You can't even buy 2000 contribution points for 20 billion RMB. An ordinary third-level true immortal may not be able to earn it in three years!"
"Am I the kind of person who cares about money?"
"2500 points! My dear brother, don't go too far. Although I am a rich man, I still paid for it with my life. I worked hard for half a year, went through life and death, narrowly escaped death, and lived frugally to earn so much! The admission reward for you freshmen is only 50 points! No more.”
"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not, the main thing is sincerity. 2500, 250 for ten, what do you mean?"
"...2510! Within half a year, I promise not to pester you."
"I prefer the number 3."
Yang An looked directly at Zhou Tianjian: "Besides, I am not even in the Mahayana realm, that is, the sword realm is stronger. Are you sure it will be useful to you?"
Zhou Tianjian's face was dark.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
For a long time: "3 is 3. Deal."
"Well, since you are sincere and insist on it, I will reluctantly grant it to you. Let's transfer."
Yang An then smiled and took out the contribution card that Zhao Jian had made for him.
Zhou Tianjian took out his card with a dark face and transferred the money directly.
"drop!"
Three thousand contribution points arrived.
The balance shown on the contribution card is: 3112 points.
The silver crystal light between Yang An's eyebrows shone, and a sword intention slowly formed, getting stronger and stronger, and gradually it condensed into a blood-red sword light that seemed to be between reality and reality, and floated in front of Zhou Tianjian.
"Awesome!"
Zhou Tianjian's black face shone with excitement, and the blood-red sword light flashed into his mind with a flash of light between his brows.
"Thank you, brother!"
Zhou Tianjian laughed, seemingly excited, and patted Yang An's shoulder lightly.
Yang An wanted to hide, but an extremely terrifying aura instantly enveloped him. The next moment, Yang An's whole body sank directly into the ground, and most of his body sank, and the bones all over his body made a creaking sound.
"Uh, sorry, sorry, I accidentally got excited. Brother, come on, I'm too weak..."
"roll!"
Yang An's face was dark.
"Xiao Anzi, your body and bones are weak, but you are still strong... Oh, by the way, Zhiyang, uncle has transferred five hundred points to you. Protect you, Brother Yang. Everything will be centered on you, Brother Yang. If there is any trouble, , I’m looking for uncle, well, that’s it, Xiao Anzi, Zhiyang, uncle is gone. Hahaha..."
Zhou Tianjian put his hands behind his back, clouds formed under his feet, and disappeared in an instant.
"puff."
Yang An spit out a mouthful of blood and jumped up from the ground with a "boom". But the moment he bounced up, he frowned: "Fuck!"
Buzz!
A cloud of smoke suddenly formed, quickly covering Yang An.
The onlookers all widened their eyes in astonishment, especially Zhou Zhiyang, who was right in front of him, his face flushed red, and he covered his eyes with a "Ah" sound.
Yang An's mouth twitched with anger.
Zhou Tianjian not only slapped him to the ground, but also silently shattered Yang An's clothes, leaving only a triangle of shame!
Bitch, bitch, special code...
Yang An took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to catch up.
Well, even if he chases, he can't catch up. Even if he catches up, he can't do anything to Zhou Tianjian.
The situation is compelling...
The three-level third-level true immortal is definitely not something he can compete with now.
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty! Hahaha, Xiao Anzi, come on, uncle, I'm optimistic about you, and I will look for you in half a year. Lonely like snow, alas... Hahaha... "
In the void, the sound of Zhou Tianjian being wielded to the extreme could be heard in the distance.
My brother stopped calling me and became Xiao Anzi, calling himself uncle.
The villain's successful bitch face is really vividly displayed. No way, with three thousand contribution points, Zhou Tian Jianhua felt really distressed. How could he do it without taking some advantage? How can I leave without being tortured?
…
"So strong..."
"Strong is strong, but 3,000 contribution points are really given! Senior Tianjian is really an extraordinary person!"
"How can Yang An's sword realm be worth three thousand points?"
"What do you know? It's clearly Senior Tianjian who takes care of Yang An! It's just that he doesn't want to show it. I'm envious!"
"Master Yang An has such a good figure, but it's a pity that I didn't have time to take pictures!"
There was a buzz of discussion.
Yang An couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
"Master, are you okay? Senior Zhou Tianjian is so kind to you! He obviously wants to give you contribution points, but he doesn't want to show it and embarrass you. These are brothers..." Zhao Jian looked envious: "Three thousand points Contribution points, how many monsters have to be killed to get them, just give them as you say..."
"..." Yang An looked at Zhao Jian: "Brother, you are a piece of shit. My sword intention is worth this money, do you understand?"
"Uh... I understand. Master, I understand!"
