Looking at the green potion in front of him, a touch of distress appeared in Zimo's eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

5000 oceans, a full 5000 oceans. At this time, he suddenly felt that the tuition fee of 5,000 did not seem so difficult to accept.

Zimo drank it all, he was afraid that if it went on like this, he would cry, and what he drank was not a potion, but 5,000 oceans.

He licked his tongue, shook his mouth, and said, "5,000 oceans just don't taste the same." ”

However, after five minutes, his face was full of anger, what is not a wasteland, what is not a training camp, now he just wants to go, and it turns out to be the boss. A teenager is not a good baby to be slaughtered.

It didn't work, five minutes passed, and it didn't even work. Isn't it true that I have two words written on my face?

Ten minutes, twenty minutes. Finally, thirty minutes passed, and his eyes were scattered, and he was already planning 100 ways to die for the boss who wore glasses and was happy in his heart.

Each of them can guarantee his ********, and a touch of coldness appeared on Zimo's face.

He didn't want to look at the potion anymore, picked up the potion bottle and was about to fall, etc., what was written on it.

Divine Elixir. Note that the potion can only be fully exerted by using the potion with the gravitational field. His eyes jumped, damn it, the gravitational field, that would cost 1,000 Alliance Coins a day. It's a little cheaper in the Academy, but it costs 500 Alliance Coins.

Bondage, kidnapping. Zimo even maliciously thought about whether it would be necessary to go to the gravity field, and he finally understood that he was still too tender compared to the fritters of the Pure Land that eat people and do not spit out bones.

When he left, the boss said to himself that he gave the lowest price.

Thinking of this, Zimo could only hehe.

But soon he calmed down. He felt that the divine body potion was still useful, but the effect was not obvious. Divine body potions are mainly used to develop the strength of the body, and the gravitational field should be under pressure to make the potion exert itself. In other words, the energy of the potion is already in one's own body, but it cannot be exerted, and it can only be quickly exerted under pressure.

Stress, his eyes turned fierce. It doesn't have to be in a gravitational field.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate and slammed his body towards the big rock in the yard.

It hurts, he bared his teeth, it hurts. But he didn't stop, he continued to pound, his face sweaty, but he continued to pound like a madman.

Men sometimes have to be ruthless with themselves, and if you suffer now, you will have the power to resist tomorrow when you face the enemy.

I thought of myself trembling in the dark night in the wasteland, worrying about whether I would die every day, thinking of the powerlessness when I encountered those powerful zombies and strange beasts, and thinking of the hardships I endured in the training camp in the wasteland.

No, absolutely not. He doesn't want to be so weak, he doesn't want to be so weak.

Zimo's eyes were firm, and he survived it that way. What else can stop me?

No, there won't be.

He felt that the medicine in his body had begun to work, and although his body was in pain, he was immediately healed.

He believed that such a collision would be more useful than the pressure of the gravitational field. Just like a sword, it can only become a famous sword if it is tempered a thousand times. What I am suffering now is for the moment when I am unsheathed.

A relieved smile appeared on Zimo's face, feeling that his strength was slowly increasing, which was the most intoxicating thing.

He wiped the sweat off his face, and the corners of his mouth grinned, it hurt, it really hurt. He looked at the big stone and frowned, this stone is not very strong. That's not going to work, you have to find a good place to train like this.

With the use of medicines, such training will increase your physical strength rapidly. Even if there is no medicine, such an impact will also have an effect, after all, the body of the evolutionary has a self-healing effect.

In this kind of continuous self-healing, the body will naturally continue to strengthen.

He had a headache and looked at the shirt that had been torn, these are all money, it seems that in the future, he will not be able to wear clothes after such impact training.

Well, buy some more of these potions.

However, going around and going back to the question, money, money. Zimo rubbed his head with a headache, and the money he had left now could only buy a few bottles of such a potion.

Zimo had to sigh, he just thought that he didn't have to worry about money anymore, but to put it mildly, he was still poor.

With a concern on his mind, Zimo didn't even have the energy to go to class. Before he could reach the classroom, he bumped into the fat man, "Fat man, is there any way to make money?" ”

"Zimo, are you short of money again? I can lend it to you. The fat man said.

Zimo shook his head, the borrowed money didn't have to be repaid sooner or later. He still thinks it's better to use his own money, otherwise how can he live the days when he feels like he owes money every day.

The thought of living in arrears made his scalp tingle. Even if the fat man is not in a hurry, he will be uncomfortable.

At this time, he discovered another problem with him, obsessive-compulsive disorder. If he can't think about how to make money, he will go crazy.

He felt the glittering "money" flying in front of his head, and everything in his eyes at the moment could only be divided into two kinds, valuable and worthless.

Lan Bing glanced at the classmates on the podium, his eyes suddenly froze, it was this young man again, and he saw Zimo's absent-minded appearance. She was so angry.

"People need dreams, and there is a good saying that 'without dreams, what is the difference between people and salted fish', and dreams are composed of many small goals."

"The new semester has begun, you have to set a goal for yourself, so what are your small goals?"

Lan Bing glanced around the classmates again, "Zimo, tell me, what are your goals for the new semester?" ”

"What?" Zimo came back to his senses.

Lan Bing repeated again with some anger, "Small goal, small goal for the new semester." ”

And the classmates in the class were staring at Zimo, and they were also curious about what ambitions this lagging classmate had.

"Small goals?" Hearing Lan Bing's words, Zimo patted the table without hesitation and said excitedly, "Make money, make a lot of money, such as 100 million." ”

After Zimo finished speaking, in his mind, he fantasized that after he had money, he would have one bottle of divine body elixir a day, no, two bottles.

Phew, what kind of divine body potion was used at that time, the most expensive and the best. Anyway, what is the name of the most expensive and best potion there?

Thinking of this, Zimo was miserable again, he was really used to living a poor life.

Not to mention Zimo's thoughts, Lan Bing was completely stunned, and the classmates in the class sighed together. This classmate has really pulled down their offline again and again.

Cen Pengtian originally tilted his ears sideways, ready to listen to what Zimo said. After being dropped that day, he suddenly realized something, thinking that Zimo was hiding it.

Now, he has a deep contempt for his ideas.

To hell with it. I'm really scared.

Only the fat man's fists clenched, with excitement. looked at Zimo with admiration, even if he studied business in the family since he was a child, the small goal he set for himself in his heart was only 10 million. Unexpectedly, Zimo actually set 100 million, which was ten times his own.

Lan Bing completely gave up Zimo at this time, it seems that this classmate is really poor and afraid, and he is no longer interested in cultivation.

"Alright." Lan Bing didn't want to make too many comments, "Let's ask the class leader to talk about his small goals." ”

I have to say that apart from some arrogance, Cen Pengtian is still very good in other aspects, his handsome appearance, coupled with the arrogance on his body, adds a wicked charm to him.

There were many people who chased him. However, this product is also sad, and he is in love with the goddess Xie, but the flowers are intentional, and the water is ruthless.

Hearing the teacher's roll call, especially the word class leader, Cen Pengtian hooked the corners of his mouth and said reservedly, "My dream is to become a strong man who stands up to the sky and the earth, and go to the front line to fight the corpse clan." My small goal is to become a Level 5 Awakened within the time of this semester. ”

I don't know who applauded below, but the whole class applauded together.

Boys are born like this, bloody battles. Compared with Zimo's goal, such a goal is bloody.

Cen Pengtian was already very handsome, and the serious and excited appearance just now caused the girls below to scream.

And Cen Pengtian glanced at Zimo again, life is proud, only by letting the opponent notice it, can it be considered happy.

Wait, damn it. Hell opponent, how could he treat Zimo as an opponent? Treat such people as opponents and lower your own level. What's even worse is that this kid doesn't even look at himself.

Zimo is now full of how to make money, and of course he doesn't have the time to pay attention to him.