This woman has a simple bun, her skin is tender as if she is a baby, her skin is so tender that it seems to be dripping water, her eyes are charming, and her figure is slim.

No wonder.

Such a beauty must be famous in school.

Geng Yuehua's surprise should be why she didn't know her.

In fact, Fang Han knows a little bit about the famous beauties in this school, but he only points out a little lace news, today is the third day of school, and Wu Xiaoman has just been transferred to the third day of high school.

The cultivation realm has been killed for thousands of years, how could Fang Han remember a big beauty who knew a name in school.

Like Su Mengni, a popular actress, because she has watched several of her TV series and heard her songs, she is very familiar with it, and she only remembered it after seeing it for a while.

When I passed by the director's office just now, the director and the woman he was doing were mentioning Wu Xiaoman's name.

It seems that this Wu Xiaoman also has a lot of enemies at school.

This beautiful woman is the focus everywhere, and in the workplace, there is a lot of open and secret fighting, and there is a lot of deceit.

Fang Han sighed slightly, and didn't think much about it, he was not so kind as to help when he heard something.

Dead friends are not dead poor people.

I can't do it for a beautiful woman to participate in a handful.

"Teacher Wu, this is what someone else asked me to bring to you." After Fang Han approached, he put his things on Wu Xiaoman's desk, turned his head and left.

"Thank you." Wu Xiaoman didn't pay attention to the student's homework just now, and after hearing the voice, he subconsciously said thank you, and found that the other party had turned around and left.

"Hey, Mr. Wu, what is this Fang Han giving you?" A middle-aged man with oily hair and a big belly walked over, his eyes wandered around several beautiful teachers, and he withdrew without a trace, and said with a smile.

He is the leader of the English group of the third year of high school, Ye Yongxing.

"His name is Fang Han?" Wu Xiaoman asked.

"Well, the student in our class, I took him since the first year of high school, his grades are good, but he is a little withdrawn in terms of personality, I heard that it is a single-parent family, and his family background is very poor, but this kid is not angry, he fell in love last semester, and he spent the tuition for this little girlfriend, and urged his uncle several times to pay the money." Ye Yongxing stared at Wu Xiaoman's majestic place with his eyes, and swallowed his saliva without a trace.

"Oh." When Wu Xiaoman heard this comment, he was still a little interested, and suddenly disappeared.

The children of the poor family don't know how to work hard, what are the benefits of falling in love at this age.

In the next few days, Fang Han's days were very dull.

I went to class during the day and went back to take a medicinal bath to practice at night, and the days passed smoothly for a week.

In the early morning of this day, the purple air rose in the east, Fang Han sat on the bed, the sun was shining, and suddenly a majestic momentum emanated from him, shaking the clothes on his body, as if there was an invisible air flow around him, causing the curtains in the room to also start fiddling irregularly, and the sound was loud.

Sometimes gently.

Sometimes it's like a thunderstorm.

It was like a powerful energy, trying to break through in Fang Han's body.

But it was like being trapped.

Fine and dense sweat appeared on Fang Han's forehead, his brows were tightly locked, and his face was grim.

Ground!

Fang Han dreamed of opening his eyes, if anyone saw it, they would find that his eyes were shining, and the light was like a thunderbolt, which was very dazzling.

The magic of his hands kept changing, driving the speed of the air rotation to become more urgent!

After a long time, the gesture slowed down, and the thunderous light in his eyes slowly converged and returned to normal.

The trapped power in Fang Han's body instantly opened up and scattered all over his body, and the spirit of the whole person had been completely improved.

"The Soul Devouring Recipe is indeed as the master said, it is a peerless method, under such a thin aura, just relying on a little aura in this Bodhi wood, I stepped into the door in a week and officially entered the first layer of qi refining. With the current cultivation speed, it won't be long before you can enter the second layer of qi refining. Fang Han said with emotion.

He didn't expect that he would be able to start cultivating this Soul Devouring Technique so quickly.

You must know that there are not many spiritual qi in the Bodhi Wood that are converted into jade plates, and it is estimated that in the cultivation realm, it is not even as good as a first-order elixir.

This also shows how good "Soul Devouring Recipe" is.

Fang Han stood up and shook violently, his body suddenly emitted a crackling sound, which was very pleasant to hear.

Clenched his fists, and felt his strength increase a lot again.

Fang Han walked out of the room, arrived at a stone in the courtyard, and punched out, hitting the stone about a meter high, and suddenly there was a crisp cracking sound.

Fang Han put away his fist and looked at the stone that had broken into countless small pieces, his face was still a little regretful.

In the cultivation realm, he punched with all his strength, not to mention the stones, and this planet is estimated to be able to explode.

"I have to continue to cultivate, this is just getting started, after all, there is too little aura on the earth, no matter how good my talent is, I can't improve quickly, it seems that I can only look for some treasures." He muttered to himself and returned to his room.

At this time, in the west room, Geng Yuehua, who had just woken up, saw the scene of Fang Han in the courtyard through the window, and was dumbfounded.

A pretty face with an expression of disbelief.

Hurriedly patted his face, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed again.

"This kid has so much strength?" Geng Yuehua suddenly became very interested in Fang Han.

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Fang Han didn't go to class today, what he urgently needed now was money, and he could only buy medicinal materials if he had money to cultivate quickly.

As for the knowledge of the senior high school course, with his ability to remember now, he can just go back and make up for it.

"But if you want to make money quickly, there's no way." Fang Han sighed, he couldn't rob the bank.

Fang Han used his mobile phone to search for various information, and even opened various recruitment information on the local forum.

I've read several pages, and some of the jobs are okay, but he's only eighteen years old, who would want him with a high school degree, and after reading it for seven or eight minutes, it's still not suitable, and I'm a little unwilling.

His own dignified generation of medicine gods couldn't find a way to make money.

Not to mention spirit stones in the cultivation realm, as long as he said a word, he could easily mobilize a top-level sect.

As long as he called, there would be countless peerless powerhouses who would go to the fire for it.

And now, even if he refines the elixir, he can't find anyone to buy it.

was saddened when I suddenly saw a message.

Recruit temporary bodyguards for ten days.

There is no age limit, gender is not limited, education is not limited, and the salary is calculated on a daily basis, 100,000 yuan per day!

Fang Han Yile.

This is good, he doesn't have so much time to be a bodyguard for a long time, he just needs a start-up capital, one million in ten days is enough for his initial needs, there is no phone on it, only an address, he quickly went out and got to the place of interview.

The destination is the Swan Lake Hotel.

This hotel is a landmark hotel in Hefei Municipal District, and it is definitely ranked among the top three in the city.

It should be either rich or expensive to be able to come here, and when I got to the thirty-second floor, I heard a burst of wind inside, followed by a scream.

"In the middle of Ming Jin, no, the next one." A vigorous voice came from inside.

The door of the room opened, and a middle-aged man with a blue nose and swollen eyes came out, seeing Fang Han slightly stunned, he snorted coldly and left.

Looks like this guy failed the interview.

"Sir, if you are interviewing, please come in with me." A middle-aged woman came out of it again, and when she saw Fang Han, she said professionally.

Fang Han nodded and went in, and saw that the two of them were competing.

One is a white-haired old man in a power suit, and the other is a middle-aged man with eight heads of one meter and eight heads.

This old man is the interviewer, and he said to the middle-aged man with a serious face: "Let's make a move." ”

Fang Han raised his eyebrows, took a closer look, and found that both this old man and this middle-aged man had a good strength.

"Immortal cultivator?"

However, in the next second, he overturned this concept, these two people did have a strong power, but it was not aura, and this ability was far less pure than spiritual power.

Just like diesel and 95 gasoline.

Both are a power source that keeps the car moving, but there are also big differences.

This energy is too complex, and if it is not handled well, it will be very harmful to the body.

"I guess it's the so-called internal force of the earth." In Fang Han's previous life, he had read a lot of martial arts novels of the golden heroes, and he knew the existence of the internal strength of the martial arts.

For example, relying on internal force can be temporarily vacated, and there is a force as strong as an ox, etc., in fact, this is also a weakened version of the cultivation of the true exercises.

This old man should be the so-called martial arts master.