Picking up rubbish from the ex-marriage to help the brother-in-law

Chapter 642
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Wang Jiaming was completely dumbfounded. Could this be the bearing of an expert in the cultivation world?

No, that's not right. He himself has come into contact with many masters of the Huang rank and even the Xuan rank. These strong men have weird tempers and are stubborn. Not to mention giving the juniors a meeting gift, they are unwilling to disclose their practice experience.

In comparison, this Teacher Liu Fan is simply an outlier.

Thinking of this, Wang Jiaming suddenly regretted that he questioned Liu Fan back then. Not only did he save his life, but he also ran out to stand up for him, and even generously gave Biluochun a gift.

"Teacher, from today onwards you are my elder brother, Wang Jiaming. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. I, Wang Jiaming, will mess with you!"

Wang Jiaming quickly expressed his loyalty and wanted to hug Liu Fan's thigh.

"Stop, stop, why don't you have a big brother? You are so socially angry at such a young age. I am your teacher and you are my student. This will not change!"

Liu Fan glared at him, and then continued: "I also know your grade. You are domineering, proud and conceited. If you have a little strength, you forget your appearance. If you say a word, you are not disciplined. Since I am your teacher, I will take care of you." in the end."

"hey-hey."

Wang Jiaming scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

The next second, Liu Fan suddenly pointed upwards, and a phantom appeared in midair.

Wang Jiaming took a look, isn't this the scene outside the tent?
"Teacher, is this tent also a magic weapon? It's amazing!"

he exclaimed.

"It's just a broken tent. If you want to turn around, I'll give it to you."

Liu Fan said casually.

"Thank you teacher!"

Wang Jiaming said excitedly, with an exaggerated expression.

You must know that even if Liu Fan throws out something casually today, it will be an attractive cake in the eyes of other practitioners.

"Take a break by yourself, and it will be eight o'clock in three hours."

After Liu Fan finished speaking, he sat cross-legged. He has been promoted to the ground level these days, and he has a lot of insights to participate in research, so he just has such free time.

Wang Jiaming also knew that Liu Fan should not be disturbed, so he hid on the sofa beside him, took two Qiangshen Jiangu pills, and started refining.

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Dusk falls.

The students of Linhai No. [-] Middle School have already finished their evening self-study, and the whole campus is quiet.

The doorman, Uncle Zhang, watched TV alone in his room after washing his feet.

The TV was loud and the lights were extremely bright.

In fact, in the past two days, the lights in Uncle Zhang's house have been on almost all night.

The cause all stemmed from the sealed classroom in the school.

Just two days ago, a little girl in the second and third classes of junior high school cut her wrist and committed suicide in the classroom during physical education class, and it was too late to be sent to the hospital.

The little girl's parents came to the school for two consecutive days to make a fuss, demanding an explanation from the school.

The principal of the No. 80 Middle School hid for a day before coming back to negotiate with the little girl's parents. This time, he must pay at least [-] million yuan.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. The classroom where the terrible little girl died has been flickering with will-o’-the-wisps since that night. It is green and very scary.

Uncle Zhang has seen it many times, but he just didn't have the guts to go in and see it.

And even in broad daylight, some of the little girl's companions and classmates were in a corner, or they saw the little girl's face at a certain moment when they bent down, which really scared many students.

Out of fear, the principal directly sealed off this classroom and moved the students of the second and third classes of junior high school to another place.

That's how things calmed down.

But Uncle Zhang can still see the will-o'-the-wisp at night. If he didn't love this school so much, he would have left long ago.

However, the haunting incident in the Seventh Middle School spread like wildfire and spread to the Internet.

"Old Tian, ​​are you sure there are ghosts here?"

Outside the campus wall of the No. [-] Middle School, Murong Hai and Tian Bin squatted on the ground, discussing in low voices.

"Brother Hai, don't worry, there is absolutely. It's okay to post this kind of news on the Internet as a horror and supernatural story, but it has been deleted by people with a heart. There must be ghosts."

Tian Bin caressed the frame of the glasses, and said solemnly: "There is one thing that I have to clarify with you, Brother Hai."

Seeing his strange expression, Murong Hai urged, "Oh, tell me quickly, what's the matter!"

"Ahem, Brother Hai, don't you usually wonder why I know so many things?"

Tian Bin decided to reveal a little of the secret in his heart to Murong Hai.

"why?"

Murong Hai stared at him carefully, and suddenly became interested.

"Brother Hai, to tell you the truth, I, Tian Bin, actually have a family behind me. Have you ever heard of practitioners?"

Tian Bin said hesitantly.

"Practitioner? Are you saying that the novel is a practitioner who flies into the sky and escapes from the ground?"

Murong Hai said jokingly, and then said: "Don't tell me what kind of cultivation family your family is, it's too ridiculous. Old Tian, ​​life is not a novel."

Tian Bin looked at Murong Hai like a fool, and sighed: "Brother Hai, I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as a fool. Haven't you ever wondered why Shangguan Yun and Wang Jiaming are so strong? Or you just I never thought about why Teacher Liu Fan could teach Chen Xi to become a Tai Chi master in just a few days, and finally defeated Wang Jiaming?"

The meaning of what he said is already very clear.

When Murong Hai heard this, he gasped and exclaimed, "Could it be that they've all taken drugs?"

Tian Bin's eyes rolled, and he was immediately taken aback by Murong Hai's IQ.

"What the hell, that's because they are all legendary cultivators. To put it simply, they are different from us. They are already extraordinary, possessing power beyond the reach of ordinary people, and a long lifespan!"

Tian Bin didn't want to go around in circles with this fool again.

"Xiuzhen, Cao, it's really like that when you say it this way. No wonder the teacher can penetrate a beer bottle with a chopstick. No wonder that kid Wang Jiaming doesn't look very strong, but he can break sports records every time he meets. ..."

Murong Hai felt that a magical and unknown door was opened before his eyes.

"Cultivation is easier said than done. My Tian family is originally a hidden family, but in my generation, I don't even have the aptitude for cultivation, which makes my younger brothers cheaper."

Tian Bin sat down on the ground, staring absently at the light at the school gate guard in front of him.

Murong Hai knew that he had to be a serious listener at this time, he had never heard Tian Bin talk about his family affairs before.

Besides, he has long been interested in the magical world that Tian Bin talked about.

"Brother Hai, you are the only brother I recognized after I went to college, so I am willing to bring you here. To be honest, I actually came here for a purpose. As long as the supernatural incident in No. [-] Middle School is resolved, you and I will have a chance Become an extraordinary person, like Shangguan Yun, Wang Jiaming and the others."

"In my aristocratic family, lack of cultivation qualifications is basically an existence that was abandoned, so in order to get the approval of my father and grandfather, I tried my best to make up for my shortcomings."

(End of this chapter)