Chapter 42: Wang and Min

"During this time, we have all worked hard to cultivate, and now Wang Peng is a third-order fighter, I am a fifth-order, and Liu Gongran is a sixth-order. Li Lao replied.

Liu openly answered: "Li Lao and I are fine, doing some simple tasks, we both have more than 700 points now, and we should be able to make up enough 1,000 before the final assessment." ”

"I also have odd jobs like Zhang Xiaomin, but the speed of earning points is too slow, and now it's only 400 points. Wang Peng sighed.

"How many points is Brother Qingfeng?" Li Lao looked at Ren Qingfeng.

"Fifty"

"Ahh Wang Peng was unexpected.

"Actually, I almost forgot that you didn't mention the credits, and the final assessment requires 1,000 credits. ”

But Ren Qingfeng is not worried about this, with his current strength, let alone a thousand points, even ten thousand points can be obtained.

Before, he earned five hundred and fifty points in one breath by doing the task of collecting crystal peak honey, but he spent those five hundred points.

At this time, Zhang Xiaomin brought the food and heard their conversation.

"This rule of the academy is too inhumane, whether it is an ordinary fighter student or a core fighter level, it will take 1,000 credits to the final assessment. She grumbled.

"I don't take care of our low-level spirit pool students at all, let alone the fighting master, even if a high-level fighter earns a thousand points, it is only a matter of three months, and if you are lucky, you can complete it in one month, but we low-level students have not been able to complete it for seven or eight months. Zhang Xiaomin put the meal on the table.

"yes, it's so unfriendly to us. Wang Peng looked at Zhang Xiaomin.

He looked at Zhang Xiaomin's eyes in a blur and full of admiration, but unfortunately, Zhang Xiaomin obviously didn't feel anything for him.

"It's time to eat again, you guys talk, I'm busy. "When she's done, she's going to entertain others.

"Come, eat, don't think about unhappy things!" Li Lao picked up a piece of chicken leg and ate it in a big bite.

"Eat them all, you're welcome. Ren Qingfeng picked up the bowl and beckoned them.

The five new people at the table were all core students, and Zhang Xiaomin hurried over.

"What do you want to eat? Here's the menu. ”

These five people, three men and two women, one of the male trainees is a fifth-order intermediate fighter, and the other four are all low-level fighters.

"Come and order the two schoolgirls first, you're welcome. "This mid-level fighter looks to be in his twenties and is very generous.

"Hehe, since it's Senior Fang Jin's treat, you're welcome, let's see what good dishes there are in Sister Linglong. ”

These two women were dressed generously and were very angry.

"Then here's this, and this..."

The arrival of several of them did not attract the attention of Ren Qingfeng and his party, and they were still chatting.

"How is Wang Peng's archery practice?" Ren Qingfeng chatted casually. "I haven't seen you for seven months, I guess I've already hit every shot, right?"

"Brother Qingfeng is too high-spirited, my strength is too low, I don't dare to go to a place where there are monsters to do tasks, I can only do odd jobs in the academy, and the archery skills can only be started after delay. ”

Then he asked Li Lao, "What about your alchemy? ”

"Well...," Li Lao scratched his head, "It's too difficult to practice, and I can only make gadgets like lights now, and it's too far from making money." ”

"Haha, you're too modest..."

"Smack!" A crisp cracking sound was heard.

It turned out that Zhang Xiaomin accidentally fell to the ground when serving the soup, and it was also the case that the five of them did not order less food, which made Zhang Xiaomin tired enough.

It's just that the soup fell to the ground, and a few drops of soup splashed on the female fighter named Linglong.

"You, why are you so careless!?" Linglong shouted.

"yes, I'm sorry, I'll wipe it for you right away. Zhang Xiaomin hurriedly took out the towel he was carrying with him and was about to wipe it for Linglong.

"Get out, don't touch my mother's clothes with your dirty towel!" Linglong slapped Zhang Xiaomin's hand aside.

The towel was slapped off, and the hand was also red and swollen, which showed the great strength.

Zhang Xiaomin endured the pain and apologized again and again.

"Oh no, I'm really sorry!"

At this time, Wang Peng stopped eating, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was enduring something, but the other party was a core student, and he lacked courage.

"Excuse me?" Another female student said, "Do you know how much Linglong's clothes cost, just say sorry and it's over?"

"This delicate girl seems to have bought it from the Liufangyi family in the city, right? The price is 7,000 amethyst coins?" Male students with a foil.

This Zhang Xiaomin is a child of a mortal family, where can he afford to pay it?

The money she used to go to school was borrowed by her family.