Gao Wu: It's normal to kill everyone after drawing a card.

China, Jinling City, Wudao No. 3 Middle School, in the classroom of Class 7, Grade 3.

Fang Nian closed his eyes slightly, took long breaths, and a faint energy was faintly gathering around his body.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes with a look of regret on his face.

"I still can't let the vital energy enter my body. It seems my martial arts talent is really too low!"

Fang Nian sighed softly, feeling unwilling.

Eighteen years ago, he traveled to this world where creatures from the abyss invaded and martial arts were revived.

I thought that with my identity as a time traveler, I could rise strongly on the road of martial arts and reach the top.

But the fact is, his talent is mediocre. After eighteen years, he still cannot inject vital energy into his body and enter the realm of warrior.

Only by reaching the realm of warriors can one be qualified to enter the Martial Arts University.

But there are only seven days left before the college entrance examination. If he practices normally, there is no way he can enter the realm of warrior!

"If it really doesn't work, just eat that Diyuan Fruit!" Fang Nian made up his mind.

Three days ago, his father Fang Yong accidentally dug up a Diyuan Fruit while mining in the mine.

One Diyuan Fruit can allow ordinary people to absorb vital energy into their bodies and enter the realm of warriors.

However, the price of this thing is also shockingly high.

In Jinling City, a Diyuan Fruit costs more than 100,000 yuan, but it is still in short supply.

You have to know that Fang Nian's family's annual income is only about 50,000 yuan, and they would need to go without food and drink for two years to save 100,000 yuan.

Fang Nian really didn't want to take the Diyuan Fruit unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Fang Nian, something bad has happened!"

At this moment, a square-faced boy rushed in, looked at him and said, "Liu Feng's father brought a group of people to your house. They must be going for the Diyuan Fruit that Uncle Fang picked up!"

"what?!"

Fang Nian's eyes turned cold, and he stood up and ran towards home.

Fang Yong works at the mine run by Liu Feng's family, so the Liu family naturally knows about the existence of the Diyuan Fruit.

In the past few days, Liu Feng had offered to buy the Diyuan Fruit many times but was rejected by Fang Nian. Unexpectedly, his father Liu Yan came forward.

Ten minutes later, Fang Nian appeared at the door of his house. Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard a sound from inside the house.

"Boss Liu, my son needs the Diyuan Fruit, and you only gave him 50,000 yuan, which is really too little!" This was Fang Yong's voice.

"Is fifty thousand yuan not enough?" Liu Yan's frivolous voice sounded:

"Fifty thousand yuan is equivalent to your annual salary, and you're still not satisfied?!

Of course, you can also refuse, but you should not do this job in the mine.

Moreover, I can guarantee that no company in the entire Jinling will want you!

Is the Diyuan Fruit more important, or is work more important? Think about it carefully!

Besides, your son is about to take the college entrance examination. Without the Diyuan Fruit, he won't be able to go to college at best, but what if he loses his life...

Haha, think about it carefully!"

Through the wooden door, Fang Nian heard the sound of a chair moving, followed by the sound of a hand gently patting his cheek.

Even though he was not in the room, Fang Nian could imagine the scene inside.

The condescending Liu Yan not only threatened his father, but even slapped him on the cheek!

Extremely humiliating!

Fang Nian's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched, and he wanted to rush into the house immediately!

But he can't!

The father has been strong all his life. How cruel it would be if he lost face in front of his own son!

Hearing footsteps in the house, Fang Nian took a deep breath and ran upstairs along the stairs.

Staring coldly at Liu Yan's departing back, Fang Nian was about to knock on the door, but heard the suppressed crying of the man in the house!

After standing outside the door for a long time, the crying in the house gradually stopped, and Fang Nian raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dad, are you home? I forgot to bring my keys!"

"Xiao Nian... wait a minute, I just got up!" Fang Yong's voice rang out from inside the house.

A minute later, Fang Yong opened the door and saw Fang Nian frowning and said, "Why are you running back here instead of studying hard?"

"Dad, I came back to discuss something with you!" Fang Nian pretended not to see his father's red eyes and said with a smile: "I want to sell the Diyuan Fruit to Liu Feng!

My talent in martial arts is just so-so. So what if I become a martial artist and go to a martial arts university?

After going to university, if my skills haven't improved, I may not be able to find a good job when I come back.

Now that I sold it to Liu Feng for 50,000 yuan, he actually owes me a favor.

Then we can work together in the mines and support our family together..."

As he spoke, Fang Nian's voice gradually faded away.

On the opposite side, Fang Yong was already in tears.

"dad……"

"It's okay!" Fang Yong waved his hand: "Xiao Nian has grown up and become sensible!

The Diyuan Fruit can be sold to Liu Feng, but you can't dig for food in the mine like your father.

If you fail to get into the Martial Arts University, after you graduate from high school, Dad will support you and allow you to practice martial arts!

Dad believes that you can become a warrior, even a samurai!"

"Yeah!" Fang Nian nodded with a smile.

Fang Yong turned and walked into the room, placing a wooden box in front of Fang Nian.

“After you sell it, keep the money and buy some cultivation resources.

Dad is useless, I can only help you this much!"

"Thank you, Dad!" Fang Nian picked up the wooden box with a smile and ran towards the school.

On the way, Fang Nian sent a text message to Liu Feng, telling him that he agreed to sell the Diyuan Fruit.

When I returned to the classroom, I saw Liu Feng sitting in his seat.

"You're finally here!" Liu Feng smiled mockingly when he saw Fang Nian. He pulled out a wad of money from his pocket and slapped it on the table. "That's the agreed-upon fifty thousand!"

Before Fang Nian could say anything, he walked over and snatched the wooden box away.

"I've said it before, in Jinling, anything my Liu family sets their sights on will eventually become theirs!"

After saying this, Liu Feng left the classroom with a big laugh.

"Fang Nian, that Di Yuan Fruit is worth 100,000 yuan each, and you only sold it for 50,000 yuan?!" The square-faced boy was furious: "Did the Liu family force you to do that?!"

"Li Wei, stop talking." Fang Nian shook his head: "The Liu family is rich and powerful, our family can't compete with them!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, picked up the fifty thousand yuan on the table, and put it into his schoolbag.

"Ding!

It is detected that the host's assets have reached 50,000, and the god-level card drawing system is activated!

The host can consume a certain amount of assets to draw cards and gain the corresponding abilities on the cards! "

Hearing the voice ringing in his mind, Fang Nian was stunned at first, and then he felt ecstatic.

System! His system is finally here!

Eighteen years! Do you know how I spent these eighteen years?!

"Liu Yan, you insulted my father, I will repay you a hundredfold!"

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Fang Nian activated the system with a slight movement of his mind.

The entire system interface is a circular turntable with a number marked in the middle - 5!

At the same time, there is a line of text just below the turntable:

The first-level card drawing turntable costs 50,000 each time you draw a card. You can unlock the second-level card drawing turntable when your assets reach 5 million!

"It costs 50,000 yuan to draw a card once!" Fang Nian was shocked. This was Fang Yong's annual income!

"Draw a card!"

Fang Nian chose to draw a card without hesitation.

As the words fell, the turntable began to spin slowly.