Yang Chen took out his mobile phone and saw that the word "mother" was displayed on the screen. The phone was answered.

"Mom!"

"Chenchen, have you finished choosing a class?

"Hmm!" Yang Chen responded, not telling the truth to his mother, he knew that if he told the truth, his mother would fly back from the capital immediately, and use the relationship to change his class. In order to dispel his mother's last suspicion, Yang Chen pretended to be depressed and said:

"If I don't choose a liberal arts class, what can I choose!"

Jona's tone on the phone immediately became extremely gentle and said, "Good baby, don't be depressed." With our family's family background, even if we choose a liberal arts class, we can still get ahead. ”

Yang Chen was silent and did not speak, and Qiao Na tried to make her tone lighter and said:

"It's about to take the exam, right?"

"Well, there are still sixteen days for the martial arts exam, and then three days for the cultural exam. Mom, don't worry, my culture class is very good. There is no problem with the key classes in the liberal arts class. ”

"Of course my son is amazing!" Jona laughed happily: "Your father is coming back soon, and he will come directly to the capital to see your grandfather." When you have a holiday, come to the capital too. We're reunited as a family, and you look at your grandfather too. ”

"Good!"

"I'll give you some money, baby son can use it as you like!"

"Thank you, Mom!" Yang Chen felt a warm current in his heart.

"Thank you, what thanks, mother's money is not spent on her baby son, who is it for? When you grow up and make money, your mother will spend your baby son's money. ”

"Hmm!" Yang Chen nodded vigorously here. He knew that his mother said this to dilute his frustration that he couldn't take the martial arts exam. The only way to suppress the mood swings in my heart is to make a strong "um" sound.

Qiao Na told Yang Chen some things in her life again, and then she reluctantly hung up the phone. Yang Chen held the phone and was in a daze.

Are you going to see your father?

In the last life, his father was implicated by the family and finally died in prison, and Yang Chen has been on the run, and he has not even seen his father's last face. His father's face kept shaking in front of him, Yang Chen's heart became excited, and his eyes became moist.

"Hoo ......"

Yang Chen exhaled fiercely, put the phone on the table, and clenched his fists.

"The Zheng family, in this life, I will never give you a chance!"

As soon as his mind moved, Yang Chen entered the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, carried a three-hundred-pound forging hammer, and cultivated frantically. Back and forth between the iron-striking room and the pool of liquid medicine in the valley, the cultivation is growing at a trace.

The daily life is very regular, I practice in the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain at night, sleep in the classroom in the morning, review the cultural class in the first two classes in the afternoon, and then return to my home with Liang Jiayi and practice the reckless cow spirit with Liang Jiayi.

"Yang Chen, I feel that I will be able to break through to the seventh layer of martial disciples in these two days. At ten o'clock in the evening, the two of them finished practicing the last reckless bull strength, Liang Jiayi said while wiping her sweat.

"There are still seven days to take the martial arts examination, and you must be a martial disciple at the seventh level by then. Congratulations! Yang Chen also wiped his sweat.

"Yang Chen, what kind of cultivation are you, I don't say anything about you when I ask you a few times, what's so mysterious?" Liang Jiayi pouted.

Yang Chen still smiled silently, the reason why he didn't tell Liang Jiayi what his cultivation was, was that after telling her, his cultivation would grow too fast, and it would be difficult to explain. The two of them have been together all day, and they can't say that they have encountered any adventures. It's better not to say that when it comes to the assessment, Liang Jiayi will think that she has always been that cultivation, or that she has only been able to improve.

"Hmph, don't tell me!" Liang Jiayi squinted slightly: "Then I'll figure it out myself!"

"Bang bang!"

Liang Jiayi took two steps in a row, like a calf rushing towards Yang Chen, hitting the mountain with a reckless cow. I want to find out Yang Chen's cultivation by competing with Yang Chen.

She was right, if it weren't for Yang Chen, it would be another student of Xicheng High School who had no experience in fighting, and she would be suppressed by her, and she would definitely fight back with all her might. It's just that if two people strike at each other, Liang Jiayi can know what the other party's strength is, so as to know the other party's cultivation realm.

However, her opponent is Yang Chen!

Yang Chen has been on the edge of life and death for more than 20 years, and he has extremely rich experience in fighting. What's more, now Yang Chen's cultivation is not much worse than her, he is already the peak of the fifth layer of martial disciples, and he will definitely break through to the sixth layer of martial disciples in the next few days.

It's just a wrong step, striding diagonally, not only dodging Liang Jiayi's fists, but also staggering with Liang Jiayi, supporting the ground with one foot, turning his body, and a big hand slapped out.

"Smack!"

A calf's buttocks were slapped in the face, Liang Jiayi covered her buttocks with her backhand, blushing with shame, glaring at Yang Chen and said:

"You can't hide!"

"Okay, I'm not hiding, I'm not moving my feet, right?" Yang Chen said with a smile.

"Really don't move your feet?"

"Really don't move!"

"Look at the fight!"

Liang Jiayi stepped forward on the cushion, looked at the moon with a reckless cow, and hit her fists up and down, hitting her face and abdomen. The fist broke the wind and whirred.

Yang Chen's feet didn't move, but his hands shook his head. As soon as the figure was twisted, Liang Jiayi's fists grazed the tip of his nose and abdomen. Yang Chen's hands were like a bull shaking his head, and he slapped Liang Jiayi's two elbow joints with little force. Liang Jiayi was in pain, and her body turned up involuntarily, turning her back towards Yang Chen, and Yang Chen's big hand slapped it over.

"Smack!"

Liang Jiayi jumped aside with her hands on her buttocks, looked at Yang Chen who was smiling, and simply became unreasonable.

"You are not allowed to move!"

"Okay, my body won't move!" Yang Chen said with a smile still on his face.

"You must look good this time!"

Liang Jiayi stepped forward, her hands were like horns, and she picked Yang Chen with a hook fist. It is the reckless cow that picks the mountain.

Yang Chen didn't use the reckless bull strength this time, but used a twist in his hands. Before Liang Jiayi's fist could attack her, her hands were inserted, and then her palms went up and down, and her right palm slapped on the inside of Liang Jiayi's left elbow, and her left palm slapped on the outside of her left wrist. Liang Jiayi's left elbow turned outward, and his left fist struck inward, striking his right fist at once, knocking his right fist crookedly, and he lost his attack on Yang Chen. Yang Chen's left hand grabbed Liang Jiayi's left wrist, and his right palm was inserted from Liang Jiayi's squeaky socket to the outside, and with a single grappling, he flipped Liang Jiayi's body and pouted Yang Chen's buttocks.

"Smack!"

The calf's butt trembled a few more times.

"Woo woo woo ......" Liang Jiayi suddenly cried.

Yang Chen panicked all of a sudden, and hurriedly let go of Liang Jiayi's wrist, and Liang Jiayi squatted on the ground, covering her face with her hands.

"Woo woo woo ......"

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I'm so busy with work today, and I haven't even taken out a little bit of time to update the article until now, so let's not talk about it, hurry up and send it up, I have to go out.

When I go back in the evening, I will send it after the code is finished.

Go to work!

One foot in the door and one foot outside the door, turn around and shout again: Collect!

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