This warrior is too dangerous

Chapter 10 Gambling
"system!"

Fang Qingyun called the system.

I got two clusters of light, and this thing appeared in my palm, and the system might change.

really!

[Host: Fang Qingyun]

【Strength: 7】

【Speed: 7】

[Physical: 10]

【Spirit: 7】

【Spiritual Power: 2】

[Skill: Shooting (Elementary)]

[Skill: Knife Technique (Elementary)]

【Origin point: 654】

Not only has one more attribute of spiritual power, but also two more skills.

One shot, one knife technique.

No wonder the feeling of slashing and shooting just now is completely different from before.

Especially shooting, the change is most obvious.

Fang Qingyun glanced at the place where the duck was shot.

The duck's thing is already long, almost as long as the body.

Ordinary ducks are tens of centimeters long. The smallest of these three monster ducks is three meters high, and the largest is more than five meters high.

That thing can be called a giant.

When you fight, you don't need to aim at all.

However, if you look at Fang Qingyun's two shots just now, you will find that it is different.

The two shots not only aimed at the same place, but also hit the weakest part of that section.

After two shots, the duck was almost interrupted, and the painful duck almost went crazy.

This is the level that the previous Fang Qingyun absolutely did not have.

I used to practice knife skills and shooting frequently, and with the improvement of attribute points, this is considered a promotion.

"Before you know it, shooting is already king?"

Fang Qingyun laughed, he should be just the king among ordinary people.

The firearms used by warriors, even the bullets belong to the secret treasure level.

It requires spiritual power and cannot be used by ordinary people.

As for spiritual power...

I really don't understand this.

Fang Qingyun took out the note that Lao Li secretly slipped into him.

The first sentence left Fang Qingyun speechless.

... There are half-demons and half-demons in the secret territory, remember, don't hunt them down.

"Killed two, you just said that, this is a loud afterthought."

"Don't say I opened it late, why didn't you tell me before you left?"

When parting, sneak a note?
Play flirting too! ?
... If you kill it, don't panic if there are any changes, that is the reward for hunting monsters.

award?

Fang Qingyun rubbed his eyes, almost suspecting that he was wrong.

Hunting was not allowed in the front, but later it was said that it was a reward for hunting.

really play it?
However, from Lao Li's scribbled handwriting, it can be seen that when he wrote this note, he was short on time.

"Isn't it because I didn't order my rice at the beginning, and later found out that I changed, and changed my decision temporarily?"

……

At this moment, in the school monitoring room.

Lao Li fidgeted and stared at the screen with wide eyes.

The picture is broken.

Because there are too many students, the cameras are densely packed, which can capture one-third of the students.

With such a quantity, with the eyesight of a warrior, even if you look at it for a while, you will feel uncomfortable.

But Lao Li stared wide-eyed, looking for them one by one.

It is not only the students who are already preparing for the college entrance examination.

As a teacher, he prepared longer than the students.

The students are for their own lives, but the teacher is for the lives of all students.

However, there was a loophole.

What happened to Fang Qingyun?
In the past, it could only be said that the talent was good, but the performance was mediocre. Today, it suddenly broke out, and Lao Li was caught off guard.

"That kid, I won't be wrong about the strength of a quasi-warrior, right?" Lao Li murmured: "Boy, you are inside, don't mess around, just stay honest, you have a chance to become a warrior of."

Lao Li is impatient.

Under normal circumstances, there is no need for the opponent Qingyun to arrange too much, the usual training, and the indoctrination of various resources, the most important thing is his own talent, so that he has more than half the chance to become a warrior.

Unfortunately, he suddenly changed.

When he saw him for the first time in the morning, Lao Li was startled.

The fierce aura on this kid is clearly a quasi-warrior.

Not much worse than when he passed the college entrance examination.

With such strength, will he be safe inside?

If there is a random killing inside...

God!

Lao Li hardly dared to imagine.

"Yo, Lao Li, what are you thinking?" The chubby teacher came over again.

"Fatty Wang, go away, I'm bothered!" Lao Li's words were full of impatience.

"Hehe, you do this every year." Fatty Wang curled his lips in disdain, and said, "Is it useful? Damn it, you'll die anyway. Talent is something you're born with."

Lao Li's face was gloomy, he stared at Fatty Wang coldly, and said, "Fatty Wang, you just want to find fault, don't you?"

Fatty Wang smiled lowly, staring at Lao Li with cold eyes, and said, "What? Did you mention your sore feet? That's right, back then..."

"You die!"

Old Li punched it.

The fist is as powerful as a mountain, and there are bursts of roar.

"boom!"

Not to be outdone, Fatty Wang also punched.

The two fists collided, and a roar broke out.

The entire monitoring room trembled under the collision of the two warriors.

"What are you doing?" The principal turned his head, looked at them coldly, and said, "You're too energetic, aren't you? Then go to the battlefield and kill demons."

"Hmph!" The two snorted coldly, still looking at each other unkindly.

Seeing this, the headmaster raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Do you want to enter the battlefield, or the ring, or a game of gambling?"

Hearing the gambling, the teachers around all looked over with playful expressions.

The faces of the two parties were stiff.

Since the headmaster came, the two most troublesome words in the school: gambling!
If you win, you will naturally smile.

If you lose, it will be painful to the bone marrow!
He used this method to deal with the conflicts between teachers and between warriors.

The effect is extremely obvious.

"Since the two of you are too energetic, let's do this!" The principal looked at the two teachers coldly, and said, "Today is the college entrance examination, and the bet is on your two classes, whoever produces the most fighters."

The two looked at the principal tremblingly, and said, "The bet is..."

The principal looked at Lao Li and said calmly, "Lao Li, I remember you have a level four gun."

Lao Li covered his heart.

Fatty Wang's complexion also changed drastically.

That gun is Lao Li's treasure, and he regards it as his second life.

The principal asked him to take this thing out as a bet, so what about him?
really!

The principal looked at Fatty Wang and said, "Fatty Wang, I remember you have a set of quasi-level five soft armor."

The fat on Fatty Wang's body was trembling.

The other teachers looked at them with sympathetic eyes.

This is a gamble where half your life is on the line.

If you win, you will make a lot of money, if you lose, you will die for the last time.

The key is that students become warriors, who dares to guarantee it?
How many children of great nobles received the best education, used the best resources, and were favored by so many people, but they couldn't get out at the end.

To be promoted to a martial artist, luck also plays a large part in this thing.

"No, no need!" Fatty Wang's lips were trembling, he looked at Lao Li, and said, "We two brothers are just kidding around!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Lao Li's head was nodding fast.

"We are good brothers, brothers of life and death. We were playing just now. I don't like Fatty Wang's protective gear either."

The other teachers looked at them amusedly.

Take your own baby, bet 50.00% of the possibility, it really makes one's scalp tingle.

The headmaster didn't even bother to look at them, and said calmly: "That's it, there are people above today, don't embarrass me, put up the bet, and the winner will take away."

Therefore, the two teachers were already full of expectations for the upcoming martial artist in the class.

Now, I silently bless them in my heart.

Preferably, the number of warriors born in a class should reach double digits.

For this kind of thing that broke the school record, the two teachers believed that their students could definitely do it.

(End of this chapter)