Zhou Shu has always been dissatisfied with his summoning book, that is, he can't list himself as a summon. He didn't want to conjure up another self to do a lot of things, he just wanted to see how many summon points he had at the moment to satisfy his curiosity and see what level his combat power was at by the way.

Although Cui Jian has repeatedly corrected that summon points are only the energy needed to copy life in the Book of Summoning, representing the difficulty of creating this life, summon points can be regarded as combat power when the same species cultivates the same martial arts.

There are no intuitive numbers to look at, Zhou Shu, who has finished three months of penance, wants to find some evenly matched opponents to compare and compare to test his strength, but what appears in front of him is seven or eight gangsters. Blending is a cash crop that can harvest several crops every season. Although he wanted to find some soft persimmons to practice his hands, these people were too soft. Even ordinary Dorothy can kill them in seconds while knitting sweaters.

The sick princess was humiliated in front of these people, not to mention how angry she was. The only reason why she hasn't killed someone so far is because she wants Zhou Shu to do it for her, and she likes to see Zhou Shu stand out for herself.

Zhou Shu doesn't really want to beat people in this store, it's always bad to break other people's things. But the group of people on the other side didn't feel that they were a vulnerable group, they thought that the two people in front of them were just ordinary people who were used to bullying themselves, and only the woman in the small inn could beat them.

Blinded by empiricism, the thugs reached for the blade hanging from their waists, and Yín smiled and approached the sick princess, who pretended to be frightened.

Just when Zhou Shu wanted to summon a cola short gun to stab someone, the door of the store was pushed open. Someone Zhou Shu knows, it's a handsome guy who has chased Lilia for a quarter and hasn't gained much.

"Hi, Zhou Shu. Trek stood in the doorway, and behind him stood a group of minions in dirty winter coats. "I heard that there was a man with black hair and black eyes who had a little misunderstanding with my friend, I guessed it was you, why did you run outside the school again?"

This guy is here to find fault! Zhou Shu thinks so, so naturally he won't give the other party a good face. He saw that Trek was carrying more than thirty people behind him, all of them smiling maliciously with their mouths open and showing their rotten teeth, so he sneered, "Oh, that's great. These gentlemen are your friends, and your style seems to be getting lower and lower. ”

Trik stood proudly in the doorway, dusting off the sergeant's uniform.

"Seriously, you should wear your squire uniform when you go out, so you won't get caught in trouble. ”

Zhou Shu pursed his lips and pretended to be stupid: "Trouble? He pointed to the seven or eight hooligans in the room, "You mean them?"

Trek smiled. "Of course you're in trouble. He pointed to the sick princess, then looked at the little shop full of grén supplies. "You went out looking for a woman and I bumped into you, if you don't invite me to dinner today, I'll tell your girlfriend when I get back! ”

The hooligans were stunned when they heard Trick's words, why did their boss look so familiar with this black-haired man?

Trek has been hanging out with Pavol since the beginning of the school year, and is one of the first to follow him, and the first to join the Autonomous Mission. Since he is a native of the Defeated Soldier City, his family sells goods such as nails and glue. The school has a relationship with him to procure these in-demand building materials for the military, so Trek can often have the opportunity to walk around the school.

It was precisely because of this privilege that Pavol asked him to develop as many civilian members as possible in the city.

With Trek's social skills, he can only gather a few thugs roaming the city streets under the banner of a cadet.

These bastards are crazy superstitious magicians and cultivators, in awe of the mysterious non-commissioned officer school. Like all mercenary leaders who started by force, Trek embarked on such a path crookedly.

Pavol didn't expect the Autonomous Corps to develop among civilians at first, and he wanted to wait until he graduated to do so. Now that he had some foundation, he used his connections and prestige among the non-commissioned officers to help these gangsters in the city find some livelihoods, and through the exchange of interests, he won some business privileges for the civilian autonomous regiment in Wenbo Torch.

After a few months, these original gangsters began to do serious business, and with their own monopoly industry, more and more people were willing to join the autonomous group. But they didn't know that this qiē came from Pavol, who they had never met in the non-commissioned officer school, but they were grateful to Master Trek who they often met.

The civilian autonomous regiment that quietly rose in the defeated city was more like Trek's regiment.

Cui Ke knew that Zhou Shu and the sick princess had a close relationship, and the two often exchanged letters, and most of them were the sick princesses who took the initiative to write to Zhou Shu.

For this reason, it was impossible for him to embarrass this little squire whom he didn't look up to. Although he couldn't get angry that Lilia ignored him because of this man, he could only endure it honestly, and there was nothing he could do.

The hooligans saw that their boss looked like they wanted to let the two go, so they had to obediently give way to them.

Zhou Shu didn't expect Cui Ke to do this, and he was going to beat this person together, but his expectations were disappointed again. Everyone politely let themselves go, and they can't go up and beat them up when the other party admits their instigation, right? That would be too unreasonable, no matter how people say it, they are also a non-commissioned officer, and they usually look down and don't look up.

The sick princess had just been insulted by a group of untouchables, and judging by her values, these people should be hanged. Now the non-commissioned officer student who is surrounded by hooligans looks like Zhou Shu's friend, and for the sake of Zhou Shu's face, the anger in her heart can only be stopped. She was so smart that she rarely returned to the second place, and mistakenly thought that Cui Ke was a friend in Zhoushu's school.

The two of them didn't make a move, and left in disgrace surrounded by gangsters. The sick princess tried to raise her chin as much as possible, trying to make herself look noble. But when I thought of the place I came from, I wanted to bury my head in the cloak.

Trek looked at the back of the two leaving, and he didn't express his anger in his heart. His younger brother was beaten to find his way, and he brought dozens of people to save face, but he could only watch them leave here. Trek knew that his brothers were the beautiful women around him who read Zhou Shu, and if he didn't satisfy them today, his prestige among them must have decreased.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and he wanted to fix this hateful foreigner a little bit. So he picked up a fake JJ in the small shop, and then shouted Zhou Shu's name.

Zhou Shu turned around, only to see Cui Ke shaking his hand and throwing something to his side. He subconsciously caught it, and then he heard Trick shouting in a group of thugs, "If you can't satisfy the young lady next to you, remember to use this!"

This man was so cheap that he laughed at his size......

As a companion non-commissioned officer, Zhou Shu and Cui Ke took a bath together in the big bathroom. He has half Asian blood, and even though he is now powerful, the racial differences cannot be eliminated.

Zhou Shu grabbed the fake ** and glanced at the 'young lady' beside him.

"Why is this your friend?" complained the sick princess.

"Who said that I am friends with him, and that he is an enemy!"

"Huh, the enemy?"

"That's right, but it's not a grudge that wants to die or live, it's just not pleasing to the eye. ”

The sick princess finally reflected what was going on, and frowned dissatisfiedly. She suddenly felt that she had suffered a big loss today. Since the two are not friends, then the other party's remarks are unforgivable! She was a dignified princess, rolled up her sleeves and turned around angrily, ready to rush up and beat people. Master Zhou hurriedly stopped, "Hey, princess, if you have this need, say it early, let me come!"

Trek got bad news at this point. The group of hooligans who were sent to the small hotel were single-handedly defeated by Dorothy, and everyone's hands and feet were trampled into meat stuffing by each other, and lifelong disability is certain, but I don't know if anyone will not be able to bear the blow of becoming disabled and commit suicide.

"Boss, that's about two dozen brothers!"

The hooligans around Trek were furious when they heard this, and they all turned their angry eyes on Zhou Shu and the sick princess, who had not gone far.

If something like this happens, it's impossible for Trek to restrict the actions of his men. If you ask them to endure this, someone will rebel against them tomorrow.

Zhou Shu grabbed the thing that Cui Ke threw over, and the green tendons on his forehead were also a little swollen. A large part of his reluctance to make trouble is that he is afraid that the sick princess will be angry, and Trek is also a non-commissioned officer no matter how he says, which is a rare resource. According to the philosophy of the sick princess, the non-commissioned officer is worth it only if he dies on the battlefield, and he doesn't want the sick princess to say that he wasted it.

"It's a waste to kill the non-commissioned officer, but it doesn't matter how many of the hooligan pariahs who insulted me with excessive language died. The sick princess knocked down the dirty thing in Zhou Shu's hand, and kicked it away as if she was venting. "That non-commissioned officer, just break his two arms. I approved it in my capacity as the director of the non-commissioned officer school. ”

Zhou Shuwan smiled, abundant magic power poured into his whole body, and all sixteen illusory muscles were summoned and concentrated in his waist and abdomen, adjusting his physical ability to the peak in an instant.

The thirty or forty people on Cuike's side took out their weapons one after another, walked down the alley to Zhou Shu's side, and smiled at the sick princess Yín without knowing whether they were alive or dead. This group of people, including Cui Ke, still thinks that Zhou Shu is just an ordinary person, and thinks that he has the advantage of numbers.

Just when the two people were about to make contact, a pleasant female voice sounded in the sky.

"That black-haired, black-eyed man!