The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 6
The school restaurant of Los Angeles No. [-] Middle School is built according to the standard of a star hotel. It is very luxurious, and the hygienic conditions are second to none among the high schools in Los Angeles. The food is delicious. It is a wonderful way for students to go to school here. enjoy.

Lin Yang walked into the restaurant with Jin Tianzhuang, who had been kindly persuading him, and only bought two big meat buns before coming out again, leaving Jin Tianzhuang to eat breakfast in the restaurant. He walked around the campus alone eating the meat buns, sensing the The flow direction of the spiritual energy, looking for the place where the spiritual energy is the strongest.

The aura between heaven and earth is not fixed, but changes every moment.However, spiritual energy is also like rivers flowing into the sea and streams flowing into lakes. In an area, spiritual energy will gather together to form a place suitable for cultivation, or even a blessed place.

Along the way, Lin Yang sensed the flow direction of the spirit energy with his heart, and followed the spirit flow, and finally he stood in front of the struggle forest at the moment when he returned to the earth and regained his consciousness.

"This 'Forest of Struggle' is the place where the spiritual energy in the campus of No. [-] High School finally gathers, but the concentration of the spiritual energy is too low!"

Lin Yang sucked his teeth, feeling a little stomachache.Although he had tried his best to underestimate the cultivation environment on the earth, when he actually faced it, he still found that his previous expectations were really too high.

The concentration of aura in this 'Forest of Struggle' is ten thousand times lower than that of the barren wilderness of the planet where his base camp was located in his previous life.

"It seems that if you want to find a place with a higher concentration of spiritual energy, you can only go outside the campus. I remember that there is a continuous mountain called 'White Turtle Mountain' in the suburbs of Los Angeles. The environment there is good. There should be The area that is more suitable for cultivation, you can visit it when you rest on Sunday."

Lin Yang made up his mind, turned around and walked towards the classroom.

It is daytime now, and there are too many people on campus, so it is not suitable to start practicing directly. It is better to come back at night when the night is quiet.

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At the same time, in the restaurant where Lin Yang had already left, most of the students were sitting around the dining tables all over the restaurant, eating and chatting, the voices were so loud that they shook the eardrums:

"Have you heard? Yang Zhen was beaten, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was bleeding."

"Come on, who is so fierce and dare to hit Yang Zhen?"

"It is said that it is Lin Yang from their class. Has any of you heard of this person?"

"I know. This Lin Yang once fought dungeons with me. He has no money and no background, and he is still a scumbag."

"Damn it, you dare to beat Yang Zhen without money or background, you're so fucking talented. But it can be predicted that this Lin Yang will definitely be beaten to death by Yang Zhen in the near future, and he won't run away."

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What happened in Class [-] ([-]) in the morning, revealed by the students of Class [-] ([-]), spread wildly throughout the restaurant as if they had wings, almost at this breakfast time, everyone on campus knew about it .

However, such gossip and gossip did not spread into the private room of the school restaurant where Yang Zhen and his three accomplices were located.

Breakfast dishes such as fritters, millet porridge, fried buns, steamed dumplings, etc. were placed on the round dining table in the private room, but the teenagers sitting around the dining table did not move their chopsticks, and the whole private room was silent.

Yang Zhen was sitting on the chair, his hands were clenched tightly, the backs of his hands were pale and bloodless, his eyes flickered with hatred and coldness from time to time, the bruises and purple spots on his face had not faded, and he still looked very miserable.

"Brother Yang, just tell us what you want us to do. Our group of four did not talk about lawlessness in Los Angeles No. [-] High School, but we have never been provoked by others like this. If that kid Lin Yang dares to beat you, he must be let He paid the price in blood."

Beside Yang Zhen, there was a vicious young man, although not outstanding in appearance, but wearing a brand-name casual suit and a string of precious seed bracelets worth millions of dollars on his wrist.

He is Huang Mengmeng's rich second-generation boyfriend, Sun Sheng who owns the "Caisheng Real Estate Group Company" at home.

In the other direction of the round table, compared with the sturdy boy with a height of 1.8 meters, and the boy next to him wearing a school uniform, with a cold face and a fierce look, in this group of four, Sun Sheng is the only one. The existence second to Yang Zhen, relying on the wealth of the family, is known as the financial responsibility.

The 1.8-meter-tall burly boy, named Chen Shuai, is not easy. He has a father who is a world Sanda champion, and he is the captain of the school football team. He has won a lot of honors for Los Angeles No. [-] High School. , is one of the most influential figures in the school.

As for the boy next to him, Jiang Feng, who is wearing a school uniform, his family background is very ordinary. His parents are workers in a coal washing plant. He was able to enter Los Angeles No. [-] Middle School because of his talent in taekwondo. The president of the museum has a terrifying black belt strength.

"Young Master Yang, why don't I break Lin Yang's legs and arms, and let him spend the rest of his life in pain on the hospital bed?"

Jiang Feng pursed his lips, his narrow and slender eyes gleamed coldly, like sharp steel knives, making people shudder.

It's not the first time he has done this to break someone's legs. The last time he obeyed Yang Zhen's arrangement and smashed the legs of a rich second generation who clamored to pursue "Hu Xiaohua". Still lying on the bed, I can't take care of myself.

He didn't have the slightest psychological burden to smash Lin Yang's legs and arms, but he still had some expectations.After all, he has no deep background and is just a poor boy. The only thing he can do is decent force. Therefore, if he wants to be in Yang Zhen's four-member group, he must be prepared to act as a lackey at all times. In this way, he will be able to flourish.

"Let me go too, slap that kid to death, and avenge Brother Yang." Chen Shuai's body was full of bumps, and no one doubted his fighting power. Seeing Jiang Feng's statement at this moment, he also started to shout .

Listening to the words of the three people in the private room, Yang Zhen blinked his eyelids lightly, and the hatred in his eyes disappeared. He raised his head and glanced at the three people around the table who wanted to avenge him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of superiority in his heart.

"I, Yang Zhen, want IQ to have IQ, money to have money, and thugs to have thugs. He, Lin Yang, is just an ant addicted to online games. What qualifications do he have to fight with me?"What qualifications do you have to compete with me?I want to crush him to death, don't make it too easy. '

After the turmoil in his heart, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with wisdom, he waved his hand, and said with a look of 'everything is under control': "This Friday, Chen Shuai's Class [-] has a meeting with our Class [-]. For the friendly football match, let Chen Shuai take the shot."

"What? Me? A football match?" Chen Shuai pointed at himself in surprise, feeling a little confused for a while.

This football match and bloodletting Lin Yang seem to be out of reach!
"Physical contact is unavoidable on the football field. If I move that boy Lin Yang to play, aren't you sure that he will break his arms and legs?" The chopsticks, with lightning speed, slammed into a plate of steamed buns fiercely, with a vicious air permeating the whole body, said sinisterly.

"Huh, yes!" Chen Shuai's eyes lit up. For the familiar football field, he could instantly think of [-] ways to kick Lin Yang to death.

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(End of this chapter)