My cultivation increased my power ten thousand times, and I became the nightmare of all races!

At this time.

In the principal's office, Chen Datong was eagerly explaining to the principal Feng Buping: "Principal, do you know what the Great Perfection Bull Fist means? What's wrong with 10 bottles of D-level energy liquid? Our school can afford the price!"

"Once Jiang Li's blood and energy are up a little, and he works hard to get into the top five schools, the benefits our school will get will be much more than 10 bottles of D-level energy liquid. Please think about it carefully!"

"And Jiang Li's martial arts talent is really strong!"

He wanted to get 10 bottles of D-level energy liquid for Jiang Li, instead of the 5 bottles promised before.

Every time he recalled the process of fighting with Jiang Li yesterday, he was more shocked. Not only was his combat skills perfect, but his amazingly improved combat skills also amazed him. This kid is definitely a combat genius!

This is why he wanted to get more resources for Jiang Li.

"Old Chen, please sit down first."

Feng Buping is a square-faced old man over 60 years old, but he is very imposing. He extended his hand to let Chen Datong sit down and said with a smile: "Old Chen, you are too considerate of the students, but as the principal, I have to coordinate the overall situation and consider all the students. I don't have to hold you back, but 5 bottles of D-level energy liquid are almost enough for Jiang Li."

"Principal..."

"Don't worry, take a look at this first."

The principal interrupted Chen Datong and handed him a transcript and conversion rate evaluation, which he had just transferred from the student file.

"Of course I know what the Great Perfection Bull Fist means. If Jiang Li has a higher talent for blood cultivation, I will do my best to cultivate him."

"But look, the last blood test showed 61.2 calories. I'll calculate that he will increase by 0.3 calories in the past week or two, so 61.5 calories."

"The most important thing is, look at his energy liquid conversion rate, 8%! This is indeed a bit bad."

Chen Datong was silent.

The energy liquid conversion rate was tested when he first entered school. 8% means that after Jiang Li absorbed a bottle of D-level energy liquid, he would at most increase his blood and qi by 0.8 calories. 5 bottles would only increase his blood and qi by 4 calories. If he reached 65 calories, combined with the Great Perfection Bull Fist, he would have no problem going to a prestigious school. If he wanted to go any higher, it would not be solved by 10 bottles of D-level energy liquid. The cost was too high.

He knew that the principal was telling the truth. After all, the First Martial Arts Experimental Middle School was a public middle school. It could not be said that resources were tilted towards one student.

Seeing that Chen Datong didn't say anything, Feng Buping didn't continue to talk. He patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, these 5 bottles of D-level energy liquid are indispensable for him. This child can at least go to a famous school. It depends on his luck in the future."

"Yes, principal."

Chen Datong said in a muffled voice.

At this time, the sky message in the principal's office sounded.

Connected.

The virtual video lit up, and an energetic old man in a tight suit appeared in the video, laughing: "Old Feng, didn't you say that you would come to No. 1 Middle School for exchanges today? Why haven't you seen anyone until now? Did you run away at the last minute?"

This old man is the principal of Nanming Martial Arts Middle School, Jiang Taihe.

Feng Buping smiled and said, "How could I forget such an important thing? Your principal Jiang came to No. 1 Middle School in person to guide the work. I'm so happy that I can't wait. It's not that I was late because I dealt with work matters. Come now, I'll let someone take you to the training hall first."

"That's good, you old boy, hurry up."

The two laughed and hung up the sky message.

Principal Feng sent out several messages in succession, arranged for the teachers and students to go, and then smiled and said to Chen Datong: "Let's go and take a look together?"

Chen Datong had a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Principal, isn't it our martial arts teacher who leads the exchanges between schools on weekdays? Why did Principal Jiang of Nanming Middle School come in person this time?"

Feng Buping said: "This old fox is here to test the bottom of the city-wide mock exam this weekend."

Chen Datong was puzzled and said: "It's just a mock exam. Although it is a city-wide unified exam, it shouldn't be that serious, right?"

"What do you know? This mock exam will be watched by a big shot. If you perform well, you may get support from above!"

Feng Buping subconsciously lowered his voice, making Chen Datong extremely curious.

What kind of existence is it that the principal calls a big shot?

"Big shot?"

"Have you heard of the sword holder?"

"The sword holder? I haven't heard of it."

At this moment, Chen Datong's curiosity was completely aroused.

"Never heard of it? Never mind if you haven't heard of it."

Feng Buping had a hint of teasing in his eyes and said no more. He was just trying to get back at Chen Bu Tong for arguing with him.

"I%&*#￥*@!"

Chen Datong was dumbfounded. If the old man in front of him wasn't the principal, he would have punched him to death!

Damn, that's a jerk!

Chen Datong had no choice but to ask the principal.I can't help it. I'll wait until the principal's pettiness is over before asking.

The two walked very fast and arrived at the learning and training hall in a moment.

As soon as they entered.

Jiang Taihe laughed and greeted him: "Old Feng, your No. 1 Middle School's training hall is luxurious. It is worthy of being recognized as the first martial arts middle school. It's good to have government support. Unlike us in Nanming, the students have difficult conditions."

It seems that he is sighing and envious, but in fact he is sarcastic. If we can beat you under difficult conditions, then you are useless.

Feng Buping waved his hands repeatedly, smiling and said: "No, no, I heard that you Nanming can afford tens of millions of training equipment. How can our little property be enough for you to see."

The two looked at each other and laughed, each with his own ulterior motives, exposing each other's shortcomings.

"This is your young hero in Nanming, as expected, each of them is full of energy and spirit."

Feng Buping smiled and glanced at the three teenagers standing behind Jiang Taihe. They all had good momentum and pride in their eyes.

"No, they are just some ignorant kids. We are bringing them here to see the world and let them know that there are always people who are better than you."

"Where are the top students from your No. 1 Middle School? Why don't we see them?"

"They are on the way and will be there soon."

The two of them laughed at each other and chatted about some meaningless nonsense.

The so-called exchange is actually that both sides send a few students to fight in a ring match.

First, let the students see the world and gain more practical experience. Second, see the strength of the other side's top students and have a better understanding.

If the host school loses accidentally, it will inevitably look a little ugly.

Feng Buping looked at the momentum of several Nanming students and quietly sent a message through the sky.

"Ask the second place students of the three elite classes, Class 1, Class 2 and Class 3, to come to me."

Just when everyone was getting impatient, a teacher and three students finally arrived at the training hall.

"Finally they're here. I thought they were scared."

A short boy from Nanming Middle School muttered with a casual look on his face.