Hot summer day.

While the outside world was still talking about it, Fang Ping had already driven back to the Magic City.

…

The Magic City is as bustling and noisy as ever.

There were more girls wearing cool clothes on the street, and Fang Ping couldn't help but take a few more glances.

I am used to seeing the toughness of female warriors, but when I look at these ordinary girls, I have a completely different feeling.

"Female warrior..."

In the car, Fang Ping drove slowly and shook his head slightly.

Female warriors can almost be equated with terrifying creatures.

Yang Xiaoman head-butted Han Xu, Zhao Xuemei kicked her lower body, Ling Yiyi carried a heavy ax...

Even if the seemingly weak Chen Yunxi really explodes, he is still a terrifying creature.

"Young girl and female warrior have no chance."

Fang Ping felt a little regretful, but for warriors like them, the other half of life had better be a warrior.

Talk with your other half about caves, martial arts, dedication, sacrifice...

Everyone can be unscrupulous.

If you talk about this with an ordinary person, the other person may not be able to understand it at all, and the generation gap is serious.

While thinking about this, Fang Ping was thinking about an extremely serious problem!

Wealth is gone!

"Only cash, 35 million in cash..."

This time I went all the way north. I didn’t make anything else, but I made some money. I made 28 million from a few advertising fees.

However, after tempering the marrow of the trunk bones, the wealth value has been exhausted after several challenges.

"You still have to prepare to break through to the fourth level, and you also have to spend money."

"Where can I make money?"

Without wealth, there is no point in defeating a fourth-grade warrior. Now, with Fang Ping's physical strength, it is not difficult to defeat an average third-grade warrior.

In terms of qi and blood, his qi and blood are not weak, and he recovers quickly. If he fights against someone of the same level, even if the opponent is taking drugs, he is no match for Fang Ping.

However, this refers to a one-on-one challenge. Once a few more third-level peak warriors attack Fang Ping, without strong men like Ling Yiyi and the others, Fang Ping can still fight ten at a time, but if more come, he will have to rely on his physical body to resist in the end.

"Make money!"

Fang Ping felt a little headache. Students like him are currently prohibited from entering the Demon City Crypt. Fang Ping didn't really want to do ordinary tasks.

The company just sold part of its shares not long ago.

It’s difficult to make money now.

…

Mowu.

The huge Mowu is so silent now that it seems like there is no one there.

As soon as the summer vacation comes, almost all the students below the third grade go home.

Some of the third-grade students are doing tasks outside, and some are going to various places for internships.

Today, Mowu, which is comparable to a small town, probably has less than 500 people on campus.

The school gate is still closed, and a small door is opened on the side...if a door four or five meters wide can be considered a small door.

At the guard booth outside the door, the school guard looking at the gate saw Fang Ping's car, put his head over his head and said with a smile: "Student Fang is back, and this time he has made our Mowu look bad!"

"So-so..."

Fang Ping said modestly, then smiled and said: "Uncle, are you a grandmaster? I was in other martial arts universities, and I heard that the strong men in their schools were either guarding the door, or in the library or the tactics room. You

I am also a strong master, right?"

The school guard of Mowu is not too old, he looks to be in his forties or fifties.

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dumbly and said: "If I were a master, I would have gone down to the cave long ago if I could still stay here.

But thanks to the school, after years of hard work, I have reached the third level, which is really embarrassing for you."

Third-level door guards are actually extremely powerful. If a school guard goes to a small city, even if he is lacking in other aspects, he can still join the detective bureau of a prefecture-level city as a deputy.

The deputy doesn't have to think too much. For the Detective Bureau, he can just be a simple thug.

However, they are used to being in Mowu, and these people are not willing to leave.

Fang Ping felt a little regretful when he heard this, and then he said with a smile: "Uncle is also very good. If you go to another Wuhan University in the third grade, you can be a mentor."

The uncle of the school guard smiled, and then said softly: "I will retire in Mowu. When I get old and die, I hope I can be buried in Mowu."

As he spoke, the uncle looked at the southern area from a distance.

There is the destination of the magic martial arts instructor.

Although he is not Mowu's mentor, he has devoted almost all his life to Mowu. After he dies, there should be a place for him there.

Fang Ping saw him looking towards the South District and roughly guessed what he was talking about. He smiled and waved his hand and stopped talking.

…

Returning to the dormitory, Fang Ping sat for a while. The dormitory area was extremely quiet.

Almost all the first-year students have gone home, and Fu Changding and the others are not here at this moment.

"In a few days, I will be a sophomore."

Fang Ping sighed with emotion, thought for a moment and walked out towards the logistics department. Lu Fengrou hadn't come back yet. He had to ask Old Man Li for advice on breaking through to the fourth rank.

…

logistics department.

Today's logistics department is no longer deserted, with almost no one visible.

Old Man Li, who had been in charge of the logistics department, was actually not here at the moment.

The only remaining staff member saw Fang Ping and quickly informed him that Old Man Li was working in the instructor's building of the Weapons Academy.

Fang Ping was stunned for a long time, working?

Such strange words!

Old man Li is at work?

Without thinking much, Fang Ping diverted to the instructor's building of the Ordnance Academy. There were still instructors staying at the school. After asking around, he found out where Old Man Li was.

…

A few minutes later.

Fang Ping knocked on the door and walked in with a shocked look on his face: "Teacher, have you become the dean?"

Old Man Li threw away a document, rubbed his head with a headache and said, "Deputy!"

On the day Fang Ping and the others entered the cave, the old principal made arrangements. Huang Jing served as the vice principal concurrently, and Tang Feng and Li Changsheng served as the vice presidents of the Weapons Academy.

This matter, because of the matter in the crypt, has not been announced until now.

Wu Kuishan has not officially taken over as the principal. Naturally, these vice presidents will not take up their posts publicly.

But now that Huang Jing and Tang Feng have not returned, Li Changsheng, as the vice president, has to step out and start handling the affairs of the college.

Fang Ping said with joy on his face: "You have become the vice-president, and you are also the vice-president of the Weapons Academy. It's a good thing. If not, Dean Huang should just let you be the dean..."

"What are you thinking about!"

Old Man Li said angrily: "The Magic Weapon Academy is a sign and a facade. It does not have the strength of a master. Being the dean of the academy will lower the level of Mowu. Don't expect it as a dean. If you change it to a liberal arts college, it will be almost the same."

"

After saying that, Old Man Li glanced at him, nodded slightly and said: "Not bad, the momentum has become much more condensed, it is no longer as loose as before, and it looks much more pleasing to the eye."

Fang Ping said with a proud smile: "Of course, there is no one in the third level who can be my opponent..."

"Okay, stop showing off to me, you're still a bit young."

Old Man Li disagreed, motioned Fang Ping to sit down, and said lazily: "I'm back to school this time, I'll go back to the research institute and collect samples."

Fang Ping felt a little awkward when he heard this.

"Teacher, do you have to go?"

"Collect samples and prepare a sample. Regardless of whether you can research anything, it will also be a contribution to mankind. Some powerful people in the seventh, eighth and ninth grades will take the initiative to provide some blood and bone sample information after their breakthrough.

Supply Research Institute Research.”

Old Man Li curled his lips and said: "Although I haven't researched anything very good, do you think that all kinds of elixirs were developed out of thin air? It was based on these and after conducting some clinical trials that they were developed specifically."
To be continued...