I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

Chapter 20 I really envy you guys!
Yun Yanchen only had suspicions about "Benlei Martial Arts School" and had no substantial evidence.

And the reasons for the doubt sound very unreliable.

Simply because "Jiang He" had met people from "Ben Lei Martial Arts School" before the incident and hadn't told her...

From a rational point of view...

Jiang He believes he should not harbor hostility towards "Benlei Martial Arts School" at present.

But reason is something...

Where are the rivers?

Upon hearing the words "Benlei Martial Arts School," Jiang He immediately perked up his ears.

In addition, the fact that the disciple from "Benlei Martial Arts School" had "taught" him a lesson made Jiang He even more unhappy.

Behind.

The two disciples from Benlei Martial Arts School were having a very pleasant chat with the three girls.

Occasionally, the sound of clinking glasses could be heard, mixed with bursts of laughter.

Jiang He appeared to be eating barbecue without turning around, but his attention was actually on their conversation.

Jiang He gleaned two important pieces of information from their conversation.

1: All three girls are from Wucheng Art Academy, and one of them is in the dance department.

2: The two disciples of Benlei Martial Arts School are of average skill. One is a second-rank martial artist named Ma Long, and the other, named Li Qiang, only officially passed the martial artist combat assessment two months ago and is considered a newly promoted martial artist.
About half an hour later.

The three girls got up and left, citing the reason that "the school dormitory was closed." However, before leaving, they exchanged contact information with two disciples from Benlei Martial Arts School.

The girl left.

The two disciples from Benlei Martial Arts School lost their appetite for continuing to eat skewers and drink, and called out, "Boss, the bill!"

The boss came running over with a big smile and started typing away on the calculator.

"Two martial artists, your total bill is 685, so just give us 650."

Li Qiang pulled out his wallet, counted out eight hundred-yuan bills, slammed them on the table, and said generously, "Keep the change, consider the rest a tip."

The shop owner was in high spirits: "Take care, esteemed martial artists!"

Jiang He: "Boss, I'd like to pay too."

The shop owner quickly calculated: "Sir, your total bill is 193 yuan. You can pay 190 yuan."

Jiang He scanned the QR code...

Awkward!
There's no money on my phone.

The bank card I replaced a couple of days ago had a zero balance, and the "Martial Arts Allowance" from the Martial Arts Administration Bureau will only be paid on the 10th.

"Boss, can we make a deal...? Can I buy on credit first?"

Jiang He was a little embarrassed and said, "I will definitely pay you back after I receive my salary on the 10th."

The shop owner rolled up his sleeves, a hint of anger already rising in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "Sir, this is a small business, just trying to make a living. You look like a decent person, not the type to go out to eat without money. It's only 193 yuan in total, can I charge you 180?"

"Boss, I really didn't bring any money."

Jiang He: "How about I put my clothes here on top of you first?"

The boss was dumbfounded when he saw the words "Anning Mental Health Rehabilitation Center". He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Forget it, forget it, just consider it an act of charity... Damn it, what's going on at Anning Mental Hospital? Why are they releasing mental patients again?"

The second half of the sentence was a [whispered mutter] after he turned around.

Jiang He was taken aback.

He could actually hear a hint of bitterness in the boss's words.

Jiang He glanced in the direction the two Benlei Martial Arts School disciples had left, said nothing, and silently got up to follow behind them.

While passing by a supermarket.

He even ran inside and stole a pair of stockings.

"Brother Long, do you think I really have a chance to become the master's apprentice?"

"The head of the school is a grandmaster... If I succeed, wouldn't I become a grandmaster's direct disciple?"

"You want to eat shit?"

Ma Long laughed and scolded, "We're a martial arts school. Do you know what a martial arts school is? We charge money to teach. Even if you become the headmaster's disciple, you still have to pay. But later you'll have the qualifications to train apprentices and can earn commissions. The more apprentices you train, the more you'll earn."

The two disciples from Benlei Martial Arts School soon entered a less crowded street.

The streetlights in the street were either smashed or broken, with only one or two emitting a dim light.

"Hey!" Suddenly.

A loud shout sounded.

Jiang He, wearing stockings on her head, jumped out of the darkness, carrying a brick in her hand, blocking the two people's way.

He tossed the brick from his left hand to his right, then from his right hand to his left, repeating this motion, and said, "This road is mine, this tree is mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll!"

"who?"

Li Qiang shouted angrily, drew his sword, and coldly yelled, "Damn it, are you out of your mind? It's 2024, and you're still using these old-fashioned lines? And wearing those stockings... Do you think this is a TV drama?"

His sword was halfway drawn when it was blocked by Malone.

Compared to the newly promoted martial artist Li Qiang, Ma Long was noticeably more composed. He took a step back, circulated his internal energy, and coldly asked, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way? Do you know that we are disciples of the Benlei Martial Arts School?"

Jiang He sneered and strode towards the two men: "We're here to stop you from Benlei Martial Arts School!"

"Oh shit!"

Li Qiang couldn't hold back any longer and drew his sword, saying, "Brother Long, let me handle this. This bastard is too pretentious!"

He drew his sword and strode towards the river, the long sword in his hand slashing out a sword shadow in the dim light.

Jiang He raised the brick in his hand.

He struck first, hitting Li Qiang on the forehead with a brick.

Li Qiang was sent flying three meters to the side by the slap, crashing hard into the wall with a muffled groan before passing out.

"It's you!"

Malone's pupils contracted.

Jiang He paused, surprised, and said, "You recognized me? Impossible, I'm wearing stockings!"

Malone: ​​"..."

These stockings are flesh-colored, you idiot!
and……

Your outfit—blue and white striped pants on the bottom and bare-chested on the top—makes you so damn easy to spot.

I complained in my heart.

Ma Long slowly drew his knife, licked his lips, and said coldly, "Although I don't know if there's some misunderstanding between you and our Benlei Martial Arts School... you did have some skill to defeat Li Qiang with a brick."

"But I see no true qi flowing in your body, you must be following a pure body-refining path... You, a body-refining waste, dare to attack me?"

brush!
Ma Long stepped forward and slashed down with his battle sword.

Driven by his true energy, the blade of the battle sword even gleamed with tiny points of light.

A hint of envy flickered in Jiang He's eyes.

He grabbed the back of the slashing blade and sighed, "How enviable... to be able to cultivate true qi and use some fancy sword techniques that seem to have special effects..."

Ma Long's expression changed drastically.

He jerked the knife back, but it wouldn't budge, as if the hand gripping the back of the blade possessed boundless strength.

He raised his head.

Looking at Jiang He, who was wearing blue and white striped pants, shirtless, and with a flesh-colored stocking over his head, he looked like a lunatic.

But then Jiang He sighed, "As for me, I can't master martial arts. In this lifetime, I'll never be able to unleash the full power of a 40-meter-long broadsword, nor can I capture the breathtaking sight of a sword flashing for 30,000 miles... Damn it!"

"It's all your fault, you bastard!"

"You've ruined my mood for no reason..."

Jiang He pulled hard, dragging the man, including the knife, to his front. Then he slammed a brick into the man's face and pinned him to the ground, giving him a brutal beating!
"what!"

Ma Long screamed, "Big brother, stop hitting me... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Jiang He ignored him and continued to beat him on the ground.

Hitting and hitting...

"what?"

Why is it so quiet?

"Did you faint now?"

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