Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

"real?"

Fu Nanren hurriedly took out his cell phone when he heard this. He was confident that he had killed a lot this time. It was the time to show his face and he must not let his guard down.

Open the school's official website and enter your student ID and password. The main advertisement at the top of the main page is the words "Entrance Test Score Inquiry".

Under the big words is a specially marked link: College-level freshmen point rankings.

"Holding grass, 80 points, ranking 32nd is a bit bad."

Fu Nanren looked at the data points displayed on his phone and felt excited. He had killed more than twenty Japanese.

"Brother Fu, you are so great. I only have 16 points."

Sure enough, being appropriately low-key made Liu Ye's eyes full of little stars, blinking and blinking.

"It's already great. This is a qualitative leap. The rest is not worth mentioning."

Fu Nanren consoled him.

"I'm 102. Ranked 28th. Just a lucky break."

An Ji said lightly.

"Should I stop talking? It's boring."

Zhang Xiong drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, looked up at the roof of the private room at 45 degrees, and pretended to be serious.

"Tch, Brother Xiong, stop pretending, you can hardly hold back that smile."

Fu Nanren said sourly.

No need to guess, Zhang Xiong's score must be extremely high. They saw no less than thirty people alone, and they were probably in the top five.

"Oh, it's a little bit behind, only second place."

Zhang Xiong's sarcastic tone finally couldn't be concealed.

Hold the grass

Hold the grass

Hold the grass

Several people were really shocked now. They all knew that Zhang Xiong's score was high, but it seemed a bit exaggerated to have such a high score. If you do this, where would you put those professional combat-type people?

Oh, you are an innovative type, and you have defeated other people's main combat type. It's a bit too much.

"Brother Fan, then you..."

Everyone was excited for a while, and the room suddenly became quiet. They all looked at Qin Fan, and they all thought of a question.

Zhang Xiong ranked second, what about Qin Fan?

It seemed that Qin Fan had killed more people than Zhang Xiong, and his kitchen knife had been sharpened a lot.

"I did not see."

Qin Fan said calmly, he actually didn't care too much about the ranking. What he cared about was the reward.

Compared with interests, reputation is dispensable.

"Let me look at it for you."

Murong Xue took Qin Fan's mobile phone and logged into the school website.

"Um?"

After a while, when the result was displayed, Murong Xue's face condensed, and then it was refreshed several times. The result did not seem to have changed, and Murong Xue's face gradually became ugly.

"What's wrong?"

Everyone noticed the change in Murong Xue's expression. Lin Ling'er asked in confusion while turning sideways to look at Murong Xue's mobile phone.

"How is that possible? 0 points?"

Lin Ling'er's eyes widened and she exclaimed.

She didn't know about the others, but Qin Fan had overturned more than a dozen Japanese in front of them. Counting these alone, it was impossible to score zero points.

"A shady story, it must be a shady story."

Seeing that Qin Fan, who had killed more than himself, had zero points, Zhang Xiong was the first to become unable to sit still and spoke angrily.

Thinking back to the beginning, he had regarded Qin Fan as a domineering young master just because of Sun Qiao's few words. How could he bear to face such a naked shady situation now?

He immediately slapped the tabletop, and a corner of the marble tabletop was knocked off by him.

"Hold the grass, Brother Xiong, don't get excited."

Fu Nanren saw Zhang Xiong who was about to enter a state of rage and rushed over to hold Zhang Xiong back.

Aren't you my biological father? Do you know how much this tableware costs? If the boss, the lion, opens his mouth, they all have to explain it here.

Although Fu Nanren caught Zhang Xiong in time, the violent noise and the sound of stones falling to the ground still alerted the service staff here.

"what happened?"

A male waiter in his twenties opened the door and saw a missing piece of the tabletop and a mess on the floor. He asked and gestured in a certain direction.

After a while, four or five boys wearing waiter clothes gathered around.

As soon as these people got close, they showed off their momentum without any secret, and the lowest ones even reached the warrior realm, High Level.

"What for? Want to fight?"

Zhang Xiong said coldly.

Having just emerged from the pile of dead people, he inevitably had a trace of murderous intent.

The murderous aura stunned several waiters. How could a new student have such a strong murderous aura?

"How much does this desktop cost? I'll pay you."

Murong Xue stood up and said coldly.

"Compensation? How much money can you have as a freshman? Even if you have money, do you have any points?"

The waiter at the front sneered. Everything in the academy is settled with points, and the currency on the market is not universal here.

"Stop talking nonsense, how much?"

Murong Xue said impatiently.

The shady story of the college has already made her feel extremely bad. How can she still have the time to worry about this piece of the table?

"Not counting repurchase, just asking a Transcendent to repair it requires at least 100 points."

The waiter swallowed dryly, and finally said because of the pressure Murong Xue showed.

"Brush it."

Murong Xue took out the ability card and put it directly on the table.

"Wait a minute."

Just as the waiter was about to pick up the power card, he saw someone grabbing the power card faster than him.