Zeng Tao worked hard to persuade his mother-in-law.

Su Luo sat up, pinched Ming Xuanqiong's nose with his hand, and suddenly said, "Ming Xuan is on the side of Luoshan, don't worry." ”

"Commander Su, do you understand what I said?" Zeng Tao rolled his eyes.

Su Luo glanced at him and said, "Old students can take tasks to earn credits, I can't do anything, I don't have credits, why should I go back?" ”

"Ahem, this matter can be discussed!"

Zeng Tao remembered the principal's request before leaving, no matter how he fooled Su Luo back.

There are two reasons, one is that Su Luo is a scourge outside, and he studies hard in Chuzhou Technical School, and he can contribute to the country in the future.

The second reason is that Chuzhou Technical School lacks Tianjiao characters, Su Luo is the fourth genius, the news spreads, they don't want it here, there are definitely people elsewhere who are worried, all more than 300 technical schools are willing to accept him!

"Give me five hundred credits, and I'll go back." Su Luo was serious.

Zeng Tao's face darkened instantly, and he looked at his younger brother, and suddenly he was a little distrustful.

How did Su Luo know, ask him to go back, and the principal allowed him to fool around with credits.

The black envoy Zeng Lang was expressionless, he couldn't beat it anyway, and he couldn't say it, he just made up the number when he came out.

Zeng Tao said with little confidence: "Is five hundred too much, a lot, four hundred?" ”

"Deal!"

Su Luo didn't say a word, and made a decisive deal.

Zeng Tao was dumbfounded, thinking that it was difficult for Su Luo to speak, but he didn't agree with him last time in the Yaodou Sect, and he showed his strong strength.

He swallowed the 'four hundred and five' in his mouth.

Four hundred credits is a lot, and if you can exchange it for four Zhu Guo, Su Luo didn't ask for it, after all, he ran out.

That's why Zeng Tao was aggrieved, it was obvious that Su Luo was at fault first, and he had to be coaxed back, he had never seen such an arrogant student in school for so many years.

But it's normal, after all, every freshman, there is no demon like Su Luo, he enters the school as the commander of the North China Group, and nominally the boundary of North China, regardless of the size of the martial arts forces, is under the jurisdiction of the North China Group.

If it were someone else, Mo Rulong dared to do this, without saying a word, he was beaten and dragged back for ten days and a half months.

The key is not good for Su Luo, this kid's strength is a bit evil.

On the surface, he is a military envoy in the early stage of the seventh grade, but his actual strength is unfathomable, and the generals are enough to face him.

Zeng Tao is a general, and he is still the strongest among the generals!

Ming Xuan's eyes were a little reluctant, and when she saw the lipstick mark on her forehead before Su Luo left, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

District 37.

Su Luo put his hands in his pockets, and the black and white envoy behind him was like a bodyguard, and followed back without saying a word.

The majestic man quipped: "Yo, little brother Su has been arrested back?" ”

"What's in this trial ground, accommodating so many people in and out, isn't it a lot of elixir?" Su Luo wanted to talk again.

The two of them at the door didn't say a word all their lives, and glanced at each other, as if they were saying that the kid still wanted to talk and dream!

Su Luo remembered this place, which looked like a huge iron factory made of steel structure, enough to accommodate 10,000 people to enter and exit, and definitely hid a big secret.

Back at Chuzhou Technical School, it was still the two sophomores who watched the door, and when they saw Su Luo coming back, their eyes were full of relief and a hint of hostility.

Two wastes, Su Luo didn't bother to take care of them.

The four hundred credits that Zeng Tao said arrived in the account, and Su Luo walked straight to the logistics management office.

Old man Zhang said curiously: "Boy, come to buy Zhu Guo again?" ”

"Four more!" Su Luo was distressed at all.

Old man Zhang was secretly surprised, feeling that Su Luo had some ability, and he had only gotten four hundred credits in a few days, and he happily took out four red vermilion fruits.

Su Luo pondered: "Old Zhang ......"

"What the hell, I'm older than your grandfather, and your teacher doesn't dare to call me like that!" Old man Zhang blew his beard and glared.

Su Luo's eyes were disdainful, he was older than his ancestors for eighteen generations!

"Call you Teacher Zhang, it's done, you see that I have such a large amount of purchases, can I get a membership card or something, and give a three-to-five discount."

Su Luo entered the school for a few days, and the glory of the former immortal lord was left behind, and he couldn't be reserved!

When he recovers his peak cultivation, he will be the immortal master of the Eight Desolations, and it will not be too late to be a majestic and inviolable powerhouse when the time comes.

Old man Zhang sneered and replied with two words.

No way!

There are no cracks in the door, and the rules set by the school are not something he can say and change, but it is not impossible to give some discounts appropriately.

Four hundred points in exchange for three vermilion fruits and three purple bodhi.

Zi Bodhi is only the size of a thumb, and one will cost fifty credits, and Su Luo will spend 100 credits to get three, which can be regarded as a nine-percent discount.

Su Luo thought about using elixir to make alchemy, and it was too troublesome to collect more than ten or twenty kinds of elixir, so it was better to swallow the elixir directly to save trouble.

A few days ago, there were two Zhuguo left, just changed to three, five Zhuguo plus three Purple Bodhi, if you want to condense the fifteenth white cloud, you don't have to think about it.

It is equivalent to eight elixirs, which is still not enough to condense the fifteenth white cloud.

Lack of resources!

"Big dog!"

As soon as Ming Yan went out, he saw Su Luo coming out of the logistics management office, gnawing on Zhu Guo and thinking about things.

He scolded secretly, smiled and said, "Su Luo, when will you teach me the trick of Qiankun?" ”

"Teach you now, the Qiankun recipe is a bit difficult for you, look at Ming Xuan's face, I'll show you it!" Su Luo finished eating Zhu Guo and rehearsed.

Mingyan has a bad eye, and he grinds his teeth secretly, what is a little difficult for him!

Showing off your talents?

What is even more angry is that the last time he fooled him about credits, he said that he would pack the church, and now he only gives a demonstration once, which is too hateful.

But in the hall of the teaching building, a large number of old students gathered, as if they had issued tasks.

Wang Fenglin occupied the best position in front, browsed one task after another, and after reading it, he sneered: "What the hell, a group of poor ghost teachers, send a task to grind and chirp, there are a lot of characters with three or five credits, fooling and stupid!" ”

The audience was silent, openly scolding the mentor, and only this thorn dared to do this.

This is also the reason why Wang Fenglin has not even had a tutor in the past three years, it seems that this product did not choose a tutor when he entered the school, saying that the husband did not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, and almost died of anger Kong Song.

On the day he entered the school, he offended all the teachers, but fortunately, the principal took care of him and guided him from time to time.

"Hunting down the Qingcheng commander, one hundred credits, not bad." Wang Fenglin decisively grabbed it.

This kind of fat task is generally issued to various schools to grind students through special channels, but the Qingcheng commander is in the outside world, and his position is not low, and he doesn't know what mistakes he made to chase him.

Su Luo stood at the door, also browsing through the tasks, feeling that the rewards were too small, and it was better to stay in school and extort money from the old students.

"The school reward is part of it, people like the wanted Qingcheng commander, they are clearly dead, they take what they shouldn't take, kill him, and if they have any good things on their bodies, no one will say anything."

Wang Fenglin's lazy voice came.

Su Luo glanced at him and smiled slightly: "Senior, what is District 37 for?" ”

"Fun place, there are piles of treasures in it, are you afraid of death?" Wang Fenglin thought Su Luo was very interesting.

Nonsense, who is not afraid of death!

Who wants to die!

Gao Feng walked over and said coldly: "Wang Fenglin, you are looking for death!" ”

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