The next day.

Thursday, April 10th.

When Fang Ping came together, he felt that his muscles were a little sore.

However, it is better than expected, and people who have not exercised for a long time will exercise suddenly, and muscle soreness is certain.

However, due to the high qi and blood, this adverse reaction was weakened to a minimum.

At this time, Fang Ping somewhat understood why qi and blood were a necessary requirement for martial artists.

Qi and blood are strong, all diseases are eliminated, and even fatigue is eliminated.

Only such a person has the confidence to become a martial artist, otherwise, yesterday's workout alone would be enough to make Fang Ping's muscles sore for a few days.

When I got up, my parents were out as usual.

Fang Yuan brushed his teeth and washed his face in a daze, a child at this age was even more sleepy.

Fang Ping had been exercising all night last night, and Fang Yuan also knew.

Half-open, seeing that the eldest brother was in good spirits, Fang Yuan was a little envious.

"Fang Ping, aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired, I'm refreshed, and it's fragrant to eat!"

Fang Yuan pursed his lips, knowing that it was exciting.

The brother and sister quickly packed up, finished the breakfast prepared by their mother, and went out together with their school bags.

As soon as he went out, Fang Yuan threw his schoolbag to Fang Ping and said, "Aren't you tired, help me carry it for a while." ”

Fang Yuan's junior high school is not too far away from No. 1 Middle School, and there is a section of the road that is still on the way.

Fang Ping shook his head with a smile, didn't say anything, and casually carried the schoolbag in his hand.

As soon as the two walked out of the corridor, a middle-aged man came to them, still carrying breakfast in his hand.

Fang Ping glanced at it casually, and saw the other party walking towards his unit, slightly surprised, and then realized that it was probably the tenant upstairs.

The old unit, just a dozen or so households, rarely see unfamiliar faces.

However, everyone didn't know each other, and Fang Ping didn't say hello, and he staggered by the other party.

......

When Huang Bin and Fang Ping staggered by, his originally calm brows suddenly jumped.

Martial artists can roughly sense the qi and blood state of ordinary people.

Wang Jinyang has done this.

However, the distance should be close, after all, the strength of low-grade martial artists is not too strong.

Huang Bin was upstairs last night and didn't notice anything yet.

But just when he staggered by, Huang Bin instantly noticed Fang Ping's abnormality!

This little guy has a lot of blood and energy!

At least compared to ordinary people, it is very high.

Huang Bin frowned, and suddenly felt a little jealous in his heart.

Last night, he also felt that the young man downstairs would definitely despair in the future, and he also felt that this world was unfair for Fang Ping.

Born in an ordinary family, he is congenitally inferior to others.

But now I suddenly found that the kid I sympathized with last night had a very high blood and blood, even according to the information he knew, there was no problem with other assessments, and the probability of being admitted to the martial arts department was very high.

Thinking like this, Huang Bin suddenly felt that his face was swollen!

What qualifications do you have to sympathize with others?

Compared to this teenager, when he was the same age as him, he was not worthy of lifting shoes for him!

He failed to be admitted to the martial arts department, and some of his classmates became martial artists at the age of 20, and it took him an extra 10 years and countless money to become a martial artist at the age of 30.

The teenager in front of him, once he is admitted to the martial arts department, is likely to become a martial artist before the age of 20.

With the support of Wuhan University, the boy was born in such a family, and he has such blood and blood, which means that the talent is also very good.

Perhaps, in a few years, the other party will be able to break through the second or even third grade, and then look down on themselves......

I still sympathize with him?

Pity him?

The more he thought about it, the more ugly Huang Bin's face became.

Everyone is jealous, some people will refrain from it, some people will not restrain it, or they don't want to restrain it.

Replaced by the previous Huang Bin, he may have restrained himself.

But when the bottom limit in his heart is broken again and again, and he can only hide here like a street rat when he is being hunted down, Huang Bin rarely restrains those primitive desires.

So when He Fang Ping staggered by, Huang Bin's face looked extremely ugly, and he even had an urge to abolish this kid.

Fortunately, in the end, Huang Bin endured it.

At present, this is mainly low-key, and there is no need to ruin your own business for this kid.

But when leaving, if you can meet this kid, it's not impossible to have some secret hands.

Why should others live more freely than themselves?

God is so unfair, even if you can find a random place to hide, you can meet a genius, then it is even more unfair!

......

Huang Bin walked away as if nothing had happened.

Fang Ping couldn't help but glance back again, his mental strength was higher than that of ordinary people, and just now he suddenly felt the urge to stand up in the hairs on his back.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, I couldn't help but feel a little frightened in my mind.

After looking sideways for a while, I could only see the backs of the tenants upstairs.

Fang Ping frowned slightly, but did not make a sound.

Seeing that he wasn't leaving, Fang Yuan said curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything, that one was our upstairs tenant. ”

"Oh, Aunt Chen, they're gone, the house has been empty for a long time, I don't know if there is a daughter at the uncle's house.

We don't have any girls my age in this unit, and no one is with me if they want to play. ”

Fang Yuan muttered, a little expecting that the other party would have a daughter of the same age as himself.

Fang Ping shook his head and said, "The uncle is alone upstairs." ”

"Just one person?"

Fang Yuan muttered, "That uncle can really eat, I saw that I bought more than a dozen buns, and I thought that the whole family would eat them together." ”

"A dozen buns ......"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Fang Ping didn't care about the middle-aged man carrying it just now, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that it is indeed a big bag.

Can one person eat so much?

Or is there someone else?

But last night upstairs was quiet, not like there were many people.

What does that mean?

Fang Ping had some suspicions in his heart, who could eat so much?

Naturally, he is a warrior!

It is inevitable that the warrior eats a lot.

The body consumes a lot, but also to maintain the qi and blood does not decline, if possible, you can eat some special supplements to maintain the body's needs, no need to eat and drink.

If there is no condition, you can only supplement your body's needs through ordinary food.

This also causes the martial artist to eat ordinary food if he does not refrain from eating it, and the consumption is several times or even dozens of times that of ordinary people.

"Warrior ......"

"The guy upstairs is a warrior?"

Fang Ping thought about it as he walked.

Thinking of the sudden fear that had risen from him before, Fang Ping swallowed his saliva.

A martial artist, in Yangcheng, is definitely the kind with the highest status.

Such a character would rent a house in an old community like Jinghuyuan?

"Are you here to deal with yourself?"

It's no wonder that Fang Ping is narcissistic, he is also a tall reborn person, with an unreliable system.

In recent days, the blood has risen again.

Suddenly, there was a martial artist upstairs in his house, and it was just yesterday, Fang Ping couldn't think about it.

"Could it be that the other party has discovered his specialness?" Fang Ping felt a little dry, "What you just felt, is it murderous?"

The more he thought about himself, the more likely Fang Ping felt!

"Someone is going to kill me, or what secret do you want to know from me?"

Fang Ping himself began to scare himself, and his face turned a little pale.

He had never seen a warrior make a move, but just by imagining it, he felt that a warrior was terrifying, after all, in the era of thermal weapons, a warrior could become a high class of society.

If the other party makes a move on himself, he may not even have the strength to fight back.

"He doesn't do anything to me now, does he want to spy and find my secret?"

"What should I do?"

"Call the police?"

"There are very few martial artists in Keyang City, and I called the police, what should I say? Say that I have a system and I was reborn, so there are martial artists who want to kill me?"

"If you don't say that, who would believe that a martial artist would kill a junior in high school?"

"Also, the other party is a martial artist, could it be that he is a high-level of Yangcheng himself?"

"If I call the police, will I be alarmed?"

“......”

Countless thoughts instantly filled Fang Ping's mind.

Fang Yuan probably couldn't have imagined that his unconscious words made Fang Ping think so much, and he even began to wonder if he should move his family and run away!

......

Halfway through, Fang Ping and his sister separated.

But I was still thinking about what had just happened, thinking about the tenant upstairs.

There is no ghost in his heart, so he naturally doesn't have to be afraid of anything.

But now, he has a secret in his heart, and his sense of security is very weak, and suddenly a guy who is suspected of being a martial artist runs to rent a house upstairs in his house, which feels abnormal no matter how you look at it.

"What the hell am I going to do?"

Fang Ping had a terrible headache, pretending not to know that it was useful?

Or is it observable first?

But if the gentleman doesn't stand under the dangerous wall, the other party really wants to come at him, maybe he will get impatient at some point, click and twist his neck, and where to reason himself.

With a little anxiety and uneasiness, Fang Ping entered the school, but he was a little absent-minded.

Seeing his sad face, Chen Fan, who was at the same table, couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay......"

Fang Ping said perfunctorily, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "You said, if there is a martial artist who wants to kill you now, no, he may want to kill you, what should you do?"

Chen Fan was speechless, this guy is idle!

He said angrily: "Are you going to wait for you to become a martial artist, and then come to hunt me down?"

Fang Ping hurriedly said: "I said seriously, maybe this kind of question will be tested in the professional examination of martial arts, I just want to ask your opinion." ”

"Do you still take this in the professional exam?"

Chen Fan didn't know whether it was true or not, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said, "Call the police." ”

"But the other party didn't do anything, so it's useless to call the police, right?"

"Then run. ”

"If you can run, the monk can't run to the temple, where can he run?"

"There are still so many restrictions?" Chen Fan said depressedly: "Then there is no way, wait for death! When you die, the government will arrest people." ”

Fang Ping said with a bitter face: "What about waiting for death?"

Chen Fan quipped: "Then unless there is a master who happens to pass by, and then kills this martial artist with one punch, by the way, you have extraordinary roots and bones, and accept you as an apprentice."

Since then, you have embarked on the road of supreme power!

How's it going, are you satisfied?"

Fang Ping was slightly stunned and muttered, "Master?"

For a while, Wang Jinyang's figure unconsciously flashed in his mind, if you want to talk about a master, the only person I know is Wang Jinyang.

But the other party has already left Yangcheng, besides, even if he doesn't leave, he has no reason to find someone to help.

The skull began to swell a little again, and in the end, Fang Ping could only comfort himself, not looking for me, not looking for me!

Can...... He's not looking for me, why does he live upstairs in my house?

Obviously looking for me!

Fang Ping gritted his teeth with hatred, went back and observed again, if it was really a martial artist, then 100% it was coming to me!