"Oh, isn't this Senior Brother Chen Dong? Stop me here, do you want to invite me to dinner?" Xia Ping raised his eyebrows and saw that the leader of this group of elite students was the elite student Chen Dong, the martial artist Qizhongtian Master.
"Fart, please!"
Chen Dong gritted his teeth, because he lost hundreds of thousands of points in this incident. He suffered heavy losses. He lost his savings for several years, and even owed usury. Many people wanted to settle accounts with him.
It can be said that he is a complete pauper, even his girlfriend abandoned him because of this incident, but the servant wanted to invite him to dinner, it was a dream.
"If you don't, please don't forget it, a good dog won't get in the way."
Xia Ping waved his hand, raising his foot to walk in.
"Stop me!"
Chen Dong yelled angrily: "Don't pretend to be garlic here. How dare you pretend to be innocent here?! If it weren't for you, who maliciously hyped up this matter and brought us into this bureau, how could we lose so much this time? Some people even went bankrupt and couldn't pay for food tomorrow."
"Today you must give me an explanation!"
Many people stared at Xia Ping angrily. All of them suffered heavy losses in this incident. They don't know how much they lost. Since the school can't compensate them, they naturally find someone who should be compensated.
As the culprit, Xia Ping, of course, should be obliged.
"An explanation?" Xia Ping sneered. "You didn't explain to me when you were making money. Now that you are losing money, you want me to explain. Is there such a reason?"
"You want me to explain, who will explain to me!"
He was very upset. A group of poor people who had lost all their money wanted to ask him for an explanation. It seemed that they looked at them and wanted him to compensate for the losses of these people.
If he really lost it, wouldn't other elite students flock to it? There is not enough money to pay for it!
And this group of people really squeezed themselves as soft persimmons, thinking that he could be bullied casually, and he would be able to blackmail success if he wanted to blackmail him? !
Chen Dong sneered: "Are you still pretending here?! Tell me about how much money you made this time, but I have inquired with others that you sold it for five times the price, so you can't make a fake."
"Through simple mathematical calculations, you have earned at least 13 million points this time. If you have earned so much, shouldn't you compensate us for a little loss?!"
"If it weren't for us, why would you earn so many points? We also have our share of the benefits!"
He has investigated this matter clearly, and he also knows how many points Xia Ping earned.
Other elite students also looked at Xia Ping with jealousy. They suffered heavy losses this time, at least hundreds of thousands, and some even lost hundreds of thousands, millions of points.
But this kid has earned more than 10 million points in vain. The gap is too big. They are unbalanced, so they want to share a share, blackmail a sum, and make up for the shortfall.
"Indeed, I have earned so much, but this is based on my own ability, this is your shit!" Xia Ping squinted and looked at this group of elite students.
"Damn it, it really is true."
"We all lost hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and we made more than 10 million."
"It's so irritating, how can he make so much, God is really unfair."
"If this kid takes a step late, he must lose millions of dollars, and the gravity chamber is all rotten in his hands, but he runs too fast."
"The money is all black-hearted money, all plundered us."
A group of elite students gritted their teeth. Although they had expected it for a long time, they heard Xia Ping admit that they were all crazy with jealousy, and they wished to steal all of Xia Ping's wealth and use it as their own.
"It's fine if you admit it."
Chen Dong looked at Xia Ping with sinister eyes, and yelled: "Hurry up and hand over all the money you make, and make up for the shortfalls for people like us. Otherwise, if you make so much wicked money, you will not have sex in giving birth to a son, and you will be punished. ."
He cursed viciously.
"Retribution? A group of bereaved dogs who have lost their pants and want to ask me for money to make up for the shortfall?! They don't know how to write death words, they want to ask me for money, so I immediately kneel down and make me feel comfortable. Rewarding you tens of thousands of points is also a trivial matter."
Xia Ping looked at these people with a sneer.
"What did you say?!"
Hearing this, a group of elite students exploded in air, and couldn't believe what they heard.
"Asshole thing, a junior dare to talk to seniors like this, do you know how many catties you have?!" An elite student suddenly became angry and furious.
With a bang, a huge air current emerged from his body, ejected from one hundred and eighty thousand pores. With his body as the center, a terrifying aura was generated, which shook all the surrounding students out, showing the sixth level of the martial artist. The power of heaven.
With a snap, he squeezed his big hand, condensed into a knife, containing destructive vitality, and slashed towards Xia Ping in the air, as if to split the earth in half, with amazing aura.
Xia Ping didn't even look at it, just shot with a palm, not moving like a palm!
I don’t know how many times the power of this palm has been improved.
His palm contains Buddha's light, solemn and solemn, and has the power to subdue demons and demons.
Boom!
The elite student let out a miserable scream, his sword technique was cracked cleanly, smashed into pieces with a palm, and even the qigong on his body was torn in a second.
His whole body was slapped firmly on his chest by this palm, and a clearly visible palm print was punched out abruptly, and his body flew upside down.
He flew hundreds of meters in mid-air, banged, and hit the ground fiercely. A dozen bones were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged, like a tortoise lying on the ground.
"Ahhh!!!"
The elite student screamed again and again, his face flushed, and he was extremely embarrassed. He was slapped flying by the palm of a schoolboy, lying on the ground like a tortoise, still in front of many classmates. This was simply a loss of face.
"If you don’t have the ability to learn from others, have you ever understood my feelings about beating people? Senior, you are a little too overwhelmed. Today, my younger brother, I will teach you one thing. Don’t be arrogant at school in the future. The tail is a man."
Xia Ping looked at the elite student condescendingly: "Otherwise, if I see a person like you, I will beat you once, and your girlfriend won't recognize you until I beat you. Do you understand?"
He clenched his fists.
"Puff!" The elite student couldn't stand it anymore, his lungs exploded with anger, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, his eyelids turned white, and he was fainted by the anger.
He was narrow-minded and thin-skinned, and he couldn't stand such humiliation.