Showdown, I'm the villain of destiny

The little fat man took money to do things, and quickly gave Jiang Chen a trick.

"Look at the number 30 of the forum. It says that the people from the Holy Land will come to our school tomorrow at the latest, and tonight at the earliest. They also introduced some information about the people who came."

Jiang Chen rummaged through the forum. The page was basically divided into news sections. There were too many news sections about himself. It took him a long time to find that news section, which occupied a very small corner of the page.

"The exchange students from the Holy Land are about to arrive at our school. The following is the latest news."

The Xia Kingdom Holy Land is dominated by the eight great families. These eight families are Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Wang Luo and Qin Ye, although there are still some families, such as the Wen family and the Lin family.

But those families are much smaller than the eight great families. The most important thing is that there is no Invincible Realm in those families, and the Happy Realm is the strongest of their families.

Jiang Chen clicked on the news section and took a look. It mainly introduced the ten people who came to the Holy Land to exchange, including a brief introduction of background, combat strength and so on.

Zhao Lixi, a member of the Zhao family, cultivated in the middle of the day after tomorrow.

Qian Yuan, a member of the Qian family, cultivated in the middle of the day after tomorrow.

. . . . .

Jiang Chen looked down and saw a fairly familiar name.

The leader of the exchange students in the Holy Land - Zhao Wenlong.

The above news was accompanied by photos, and Jiang Chen recognized Zhao Wenlong at a glance.

It was him!

This Zhao Wenlong was the one who invited him to enter the Holy Land on behalf of the Zhao family. He had an arrogant attitude and fought with Jiang Chen's father and others. During the battle, he destroyed a teaching building, and later attracted the ancestors of the Zhao family.

The ancestor invited Jiang Chen to enter the Holy Land, but Jiang Chen politely declined. At the same time, he also got an answer from the ancestor, and he was admitted to the University of Martial Arts instead.

The voice of the little fat man interrupted Jiang Chen's memory.

"I asked some news, basically every time people from the Holy Land come, they will challenge people from our school.

And as long as there are no major problems, the school will pretend not to see it, which has become the norm.

The people in those holy places are indeed very strong. In the past, the students of this school lost more than they won, and sometimes no one even won.

I guess this time it will be the same as usual, the people from the Holy Land will definitely challenge us, and those exchange students from the Holy Land have just been promoted to official disciples not long ago.

They are basically the same age as our freshmen this year, so the ones who compete with them must be our freshmen.

Among other things, the state of the exchange students in the Holy Land is generally much higher than that of the first-year students in our school. There are not many people we can count on in this battle.
Except for you, only Yun Beixuan has the hope of winning a game, and the others are basically doomed, so as long as you stand up in a critical moment, defeat powerful enemies in succession, and save the reputation of the school and those people.

Not only will all the unfriendly voices about you disappear, they will also be proud of you, and if you think the praise is not enough, we can hire someone to promote it. "

"Gone?"

Jiang Chen asked with a dark face.

"It's gone, how about brother, this plan is not bad!"

Fatty Wu Fei said proudly that he was very satisfied with this plan, and who else could have come up with it except for a genius like him.

He felt that he had reported to the wrong school. He should go to the School of Strategy to be a counselor, and he would definitely become the pride of the teachers of the School of Strategy.

Shit!

If Jiang Chen knew what Fatty was thinking, he would definitely slap him twice to wake him up.

This is a fart plan, why don’t you tell Jiang Chen what will happen in the future, he, the strongest freshman, will be scolded if he doesn’t stand up to fight,
He deserved to win, and if he lost, he would definitely become a black mouse in the school and be beaten by everyone.

But if he defeated all the people in the Holy Land, his reputation should be better.

The fat man talked so much nonsense with him, just to delay the time and eat two more snacks.

Click, click!
The little fat man counted three bites at a time, quickly finished off the snacks in his hand, and then went to tear open another pack, seeing Jiang Chen looking at him, and handing Jiang Chen some.

The chubby palm was covered with grease, and there were two pieces of jerky on it, which were still shiny.

"..."

Jiang Chen saw his veins bulging. The jerky was made of monster meat. He bought it with points to replenish his strength after training.

Now the fat man eats more jerky in less than an hour than he has eaten in the past few days.

"This jerky is not bad. It's quite delicious. Lao Jiang will prepare more next time!"

Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't take it, the fat man quickly withdrew his fat hand and threw the jerky into his mouth.

After moving his cheeks a few times, he swallowed.

"..."

"Have you finished eating?"

Jiang Chen asked with a dark face.

"Hi~ It's okay, I can still eat."

The fat man belched, his eyes lit up, and he stared straight at the jerky on the tea table.

"roll!"

Jiang Chen couldn't take it anymore, he picked up the fat man and grabbed two packs of jerky, opened the door and threw it out.

Bang!
After closing the door, the room was much quieter without the sound of the fat man chattering.

Jiang Chen sat on the sofa and thought for a while, then grabbed a pack of jerky and walked into the retreat room.

In the retreat room, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged, surrounded by a strong aura.

A finger-thick emerald green incense was burning in front of him, and a fragrance diffused, the fragrance was fresh.

Smelling the fragrance, Jiang Chen's mind was cleared, all distracting thoughts disappeared, and the surrounding spiritual energy frantically rushed to his body.

The battle with Chengyan made Jiang Chen feel that his realm was a little lower. If he had entered Houtian realm that day, he would be able to defeat Chengyan in less than fifty moves, and he didn't have to fight Chengyan to death.

Afterwards, to be on the safe side against those who went to the Holy Land, it was better to advance to the Houtian Realm to increase combat power.

Although doing so consumes a lot of negative emotions, those black fans on the forum provided Jiang Chen with too much negative emotion, and the resources needed to advance to the Heaven Realm were like a waste of water to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen bought four ambergris for [-] points of negative emotions, and exchanged one for another until he broke through the Houtian Realm.

Jiang Chen, who had prepared sufficient resources, devoted himself to the breakthrough.

At this time, Qin Huahao, the vice president of the Imperial Capital University of Military Sciences, was standing in the waiting room with some teachers at the airport of the Imperial Capital Base.

People from the Holy Land are coming, and the school arranged for him to organize a welcome.

A plane lands on the ground.

Then, the cabin opened, and a man in his twenties stepped out first.

The man was dressed in white, spotless, and had an aura beyond the mundane. If Jiang Chen was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the identity of this man.

Zhao Wenlong!
This person is Zhao Wenlong, the pride of the Zhao family among the eight great families.

At this time, he was the leader of the exchange students in the Holy Land, and behind him were the disciples who went to the Imperial Capital Military University for exchange this year.

The disciples of the Holy Land followed Zhao Wenlong respectfully and got off the plane slowly.

These disciples have never been out of the Holy Land since they were born and grew up, and it is also the first time they have been to the imperial capital, and they feel a sense of freshness when they look at the imperial capital.

At the airport pick-up gate, Qin Huahao saw Zhao Wenlong in white and the disciples of the Holy Land behind him, and he quickly led others to greet them.

"Wenlong has had a hard journey!"

Qin Huahao laughed.

"How dare you bother President Qin to pick up the plane in person, Wen Long is ashamed!"

Zhao Wenlong replied, and the posture of the two of them was quite familiar.

Even though Qin Huahao is middle-aged, according to the seniority of the aristocratic family, he and Zhao Wenlong, who is in his twenties, are of the same generation.

Because Qin Huahao was born in the Qin family, he is the most suitable person to pick up the Holy Land.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and took the others on the school bus back to Imperial Capital University of Martial Arts.