What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

"Lie down."

Hearing Song Hailong's words, Zhang Yu turned to look at Bai Zhenzhen beside him, "Lie down? Is my job description this broad? Is this 5,000 yuan this hard to earn?"

Song Hailong twisted his neck and said, "I mean, let's seize the time and start ground combat directly later."

"I lost on this, so of course, I'm spending money to win back on this."

As he spoke, Song Hailong walked to the button switch on the wall and asked, "What flavor do you like?"

Zhang Yu looked at the switch on the wall, thinking it was the air conditioner switch, and asked in confusion, "Are you talking about the smell of the air conditioner? Air freshener?"

Song Hailong was speechless, "I'm talking about the flavor of the nootropic. I'm more used to peach or mint flavor..."

Seeing Zhang Yu's blank expression, Song Hailong remembered that the other party was from Songyang High School, so he casually said, "Forget it, then mint flavor it is."

As he pressed a few buttons on the switch, Zhang Yu gradually smelled a minty scent coming from the air, and his blood slowly accelerated, and his spirit began to become excited.

Song Hailong pointed to the faucet next to him and said, "The water pipes on the right are all filled with energy drinks. If you run out of energy later, just drink them directly."

Zhang Yu was already speechless, thinking, "Adding stimulants to the air conditioner, and Red Bull to the water, huh? Damn... so rich."

Seeing Zhang Yu's surprised look, Song Hailong said with a hint of pride, "You don't have to be surprised. After all, White Dragon High School is called a place flowing with potions and needles by many outsiders. Even the bathwater can be tested for Dao Heart buffer components."

"A few years ago, a group of poor people secretly ran to the sewers here, wanting to steal the water discharged by our school to drink, hehe... a group of people who didn't get into high school and never learned immortal techniques, thinking that drinking a little of our leaked wastewater would allow them to become immortals and attain the Dao."

"Some people's bodies improved, but some couldn't stand the medicinal power and died suddenly, which was later found out."

Zhang Yu felt even more speechless, damn, mortals stealing immortal medicine, huh? But he couldn't help but ask, "This stolen water is?"

Song Hailong smiled and said, "It's the wastewater discharged from toilets, bathhouses, and the like, which often contains some residual medicinal ingredients, which is why these illegal poor people steal it for their use."

Zhang Yu: "Fortunately, the people were caught, and there won't be any more victims, right?"

Song Hailong nodded and smiled, "Yes, later the school decided to sell the gutter oil to those poor people themselves, and there have been no more thefts in the sewers."

Damn... so in the eyes of White Dragon High School, the only victim is White Dragon High School itself, huh? Zhang Yu was speechless for a while, and simply started warming up.

A moment later, after watching Zhang Yu finish warming up, Song Hailong supplemented the training rules.

Speaking of training, the smile on his face just now disappeared immediately, and his expression became serious: "There's no need to go all out in training. As long as you can control me, I'll lose."

"If the battle continues until your strength weakens and your state is no longer at its peak, and I still haven't controlled you, then I'll also lose."

"If I can control you, then I'll win."

"If you can't win me even once in these two hours, then the tutoring will end here, and you don't have to come in the future."

Zhang Yu understood that Little Song wanted to overcome him in his peak state in a head-on confrontation.

Then Song Hailong said to Bai Zhenzhen, "As for Bai Zhenzhen, according to what you said, either fight me or give me some guidance from the side."

"But as long as you can't beat me, or I don't think your opinion is useful, then you don't have to come in the future either."

Then Zhang Yu walked over, and in a blink of an eye, he fought Song Hailong on the ground again.

The two people's hands collided and grappled back and forth, constantly using the Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand to dismantle each other's moves, wanting to lock each other's bodies.

At this moment, Zhang Yu had already pushed the Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand to level 10.

Even if he didn't actively expose it, he still maintained the level of a level 2 Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand, but his understanding of this martial art, his understanding of grappling and wrestling, was far from what Song Hailong could match.

In particular, Zhang Yu also tried to integrate the Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand into the Formless Cloud Force of the Wuji Cloud Hand, using Gang Qi to assist in completing various grappling and wrestling techniques.

Song Hailong only felt that every move and style of his had been completely seen through by Zhang Yu, and that white Gang Qi could not only unload his strength, but even display techniques similar to the Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand.

So... almost from the beginning of the battle, Song Hailong had already fallen into a disadvantage, and could only rely on his brute strength and physique to forcibly break the opponent's moves.

This made Song Hailong feel extremely surprised in his heart: "This Zhang Yu... his skills have become much stronger than yesterday."

"In just one day, he has improved so quickly?"

A flash of understanding suddenly flashed in Song Hailong's heart: "This kid must have practiced the Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand like crazy after going back, just to continue to defeat me at this moment."

Why would he think so?

Of course, it was because Song Hailong had been desperately practicing the Back Dragon Flipping Mountain Hand with people ever since the end of yesterday's competition.

Even today's few meals were directly injected into his stomach and blood vessels for absorption, all for the sake of a courageous and rapid advancement, seizing the time to narrow the gap between himself and Zhang Yu in terms of skills.

At this moment, feeling Zhang Yu's progress, Song Hailong secretly said in his heart: "He actually thought of the same thing as me? As expected of someone who slightly defeated me."

Thinking of this, a look of unwillingness to admit defeat also appeared on Song Hailong's face, the Qi and blood in his body surged wildly, and the vast magic power was continuously blessed on his flesh, allowing him to continuously burst out with violent power, stubbornly resisting Zhang Yu's offensive.

He felt like he was caught in a stormy ocean, Zhang Yu's hands were like undercurrents, and that Gang Qi was like waves, constantly dragging him towards the depths of the seabed.

As for Zhang Yu... he felt like he was binding an enraged giant dragon, even if he used chains to bind the opponent time and time again, the opponent could always forcibly break the chains with brute force.

As for Song Hailong's skills? For Zhang Yu, that was... is there any progress? Maybe it's too small compared to me, I can't really see it.

At the same time, Bai Zhenzhen, who was standing aside, watched the battle between the two and sighed in her heart: "These two, one has an absolute physical advantage, and the other has an absolute skill advantage."

"Song Hailong's moves are often broken by Zhang Yu's skills."

"Zhang Yu's moves are often broken by Song Hailong's strength advantage."

She couldn't help but frown: "Today, there are no martial arts competition arenas and ring-out rules, so Yu Zi can't win by trickery."

"I'm afraid he'll have to keep fighting until Yu Zi runs out of strength."

Just as Bai Zhenzhen thought, about three minutes later, Song Hailong suddenly stopped: "Your strength has weakened and you're no longer at your peak, so this round counts as my loss. Rest for a while and prepare for the next round."

While the two were resting, Bai Zhenzhen began to analyze the battle process of the two just now, as well as their respective shortcomings.

At first, Song Hailong didn't take it seriously, but soon he listened carefully, and the look in his eyes towards Bai Zhenzhen also became a little different: "This woman's vision is indeed very accurate. I originally thought it was just a freebie, but now it seems that it wasn't a waste to invite her."

While resting, Zhang Yu curiously turned on the faucet next to him and took a few sips of the energy drink inside. Instantly, he felt like a fire was burning in his stomach, and his strength began to recover rapidly.

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"The effect is so good?"

Zhang Yu had already made up his mind that he must bring a basin to fill up next time he comes to White Dragon High School.

Next, fighting and stopping, Zhang Yu and Song Hailong fought repeatedly, but almost every time it ended with Zhang Yu's lack of strength, only once did Zhang Yu win by controlling Song Hailong's joints.

Zhang Yu rubbed his sore hands and thought, "Although he said that he lost himself, if it were a real battle, the one who would lose would be me after my strength declined, right?"

"This Song Hailong is too tough, without the rules of the ring, it's difficult for me to defeat him before my strength declines."

"Sure enough, I still need to improve my physical strength."

At this moment, Zhang Yu was even more eager to make his physique stronger.

Before leaving White Dragon High School, Song Hailong paid the two their remuneration, then looked at Zhang Yu and reminded, "I won't stop improving my physical strength in order to train with you."

"In two months, when the sports competition officially starts, my physical strength will be increased to at least level 4.0 or above."

"So... I hope you can work hard to keep up, otherwise, if the physical strength gap is too large, the training will be meaningless."

As soon as they left the gate of White Dragon High School, Bai Zhenzhen pulled Zhang Yu and ran quickly towards the subway station.

Zhang Yu asked in confusion, "A Zhen, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Bai Zhenzhen said, "I drank too many energy drinks, I need to go to the bathroom!"

"Trash White Dragon High School, it costs ten yuan to go to the bathroom, which made me hold it in until now."

...

Just as Zhang Yu and Song Hailong were wrestling.

Inside a quiet room in Ziyun High School.

Le Mulan slowly dissipated the Purple Saint Heart Technique that she had been running in her mind, and tried her best to stop the thought of 'rich people are holy, wise, kind, and powerful, poor people are filthy, stupid, evil, and weak'.

Originally, under the effect of the Purple Saint Heart Technique, she only needed to look at her bank balance every day, and look at the profits of the stocks in her hand. As the numbers in it got bigger, the operation of the Heart Technique became smoother, the effect on the improvement of Dao Heart became greater, and her spirit became more peaceful and stable.

But relatively... this made her dislike and disgust poverty and even poor people more and more.

It's just that the original Le Mulan didn't think there was any problem. Poverty or poor people could be shielded with money.

Until she encountered Zhang Yu on the ring.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and clicked on Zhang Yu's WeChat Moments.

Le Mulan encouraged herself in her heart: "Poor people's WeChat Moments, here I come."

The first thing that came into view was a selfie of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen standing at the gate of White Dragon High School.

The accompanying text was: I'm here at White Dragon High School again. Song Hailong, the first grade of the first year, invited us to guide the teaching. If you have any friends who want guidance, you can contact us at any time.

"Song Hailong actually spent money to find the poor Zhang Yu to guide him?"

Seeing this, Le Mulan's eyes lit up slightly: "He doesn't want 400,000, but he's willing to spend money to ask for lessons?"

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