The air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, and there were faint sounds of dragon roars. The curtains not far away were like being hit by an air punch, leaving a circular dent, which returned to its original shape after several seconds.
"This set of blood training moves corresponds to the 'Shaking Star Fire' among the five killer moves of the Hidden Dragon Style."
Xue Jing thought to himself.
"It activates the power from point to surface, and then penetrates into the enemy's body to explode and break through the defense. It is specially used to deal with the masters of horizontal training with strong skin membranes."
He threw another punch.
"call-"
The force exploded, creating a strong wind.
"Using the 'Hidden Dragon Power' to deliver this spark-shaking attack feels like releasing a dragon into the opponent's body to bite—"
Xue Jing had a strange association.
[You have practiced the Armor Shaking Technique, and your Fitness Experience Points are +331]
[You have practiced the Armor Shaking Technique, Hidden Dragon Strength Experience +367]
After opening the panel and taking a look at the harvest, Xue Jing picked up the nebulizer inhaler next to him and began to absorb the medicinal mist.
After a while, footsteps were heard at the door of the practice room.
"Junior brother, junior brother."
Chen Fuguang's call came from the door.
Xue Jing opened his eyes, took off his nebulizer inhaler, and walked out of the practice room.
In the corridor, Chen Fuguang came forward, put his arm around Xue Jing's shoulders, winked and said:
"Junior brother, you have made a fortune."
Xue Jing asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you kill a monster at the Ruizhu Hotel yesterday and save those second-generations?"
Chen Fuguang said, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
"Today our Canglong Dojo received a lot of donations. After checking, I found that they were all donated by the parents of the second generation."
"Master said that this money is your reward and will be put into your account."
Xue Jing's eyes lit up.
This is a good feeling. These rich and powerful people are quite good at dealing with people.
"How much money?" he asked curiously.
Chen Fuguang took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at it.
"Well... basically every payment is over a million. We have received more than a dozen payments so far, totaling 22 million."
Hearing this, Xue Jing raised his eyebrows.
Am I rich
Chen Fuguang rubbed his head and said with a smile:
"Don't slack off just because you've made so much money. Practicing martial arts is a big project. You can spend all the money you have. 20 million won't last long."
"You are just starting out with the Five Great Practices. To go deeper, you will need medicines to 'nourish your organs,' medicines to 'nourish your essence,' and even medicines to 'nourish your heart.' Each of these is ridiculously expensive."
"Get ready to say goodbye to your 20 million."
Xue Jing's mouth twitched.
Poor in literature, rich in martial arts...
"Oh, Junior Brother, there is one more thing."
Chen Fuguang picked up the phone and swiped on it, then handed it to Xue Jing.
"Look at this."
Xue Jing took the phone and looked at the screen.
On the interface, there is a piece of news.
[Sunny City Morning News]
[A 17-year-old high school student killed an inhuman monster with his bare hands. Is he a martial arts genius at Qingda High School? ]
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This news report detailed what happened at the Ruizhu Hotel yesterday, emphasizing that the protagonist is a 17-year-old student from Qingfu Junior High School, and the entire article is full of praise for the martial arts genius.
What made Xue Jing frown slightly was that his name was written without any concealment in the report.
"I don't know which nosy person actually told others about your age, name, school, and even that you are a disciple of our Canglong Dojo."
Chen Fuguang took back his phone and scrolled across the screen.
"—Fortunately, they don't have a photo of you. Or, if they do, they're still concerned about the right of portrait and don't publish it."
"Junior brother, you are now famous."
Chen Fuguang smiled.
"It's a bit troublesome." Xue Jing sighed.
Soon, trouble came.
The phone vibrated and the default ringtone sounded. Xue Jing glanced at the number displayed on the interface.
It’s my sister Xue Wan calling.
Upon seeing this, Chen Fuguang said that he had another commission to take care of, and left.
Xue Jing returned to the practice room and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, hello, woof, woof?"
The familiar sound of a healthy dog barking came from the receiver.
Xue Jing smiled and said:
"What's wrong, sis?"
"Hmm? Do you have something to explain? Tell the truth quickly." Xue Wan said.
Xue Jing was surprised and asked, "Huh? How did you find out that I ate all the spicy noodles under your bed?"
Xue Wan on the other end of the phone was stunned.
"How dare you! If you dare to touch my spicy noodles, I will take a taxi home tonight and chop off your dog head!"
Xue Jing: "Wake up, you are the dog."
Xue Wan: "What are you talking about?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You almost made me dizzy. Tell me quickly, what's going on with that news, huh?"
Xue Jing said: "What else can it be? We have the same name. You know, I don't like to wield swords and guns. I probably can't even beat a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Martial arts are obviously not for me..."
"Oh—" Xue Wan stretched out the sound with a smile in his tone.
"I didn't say which news it was. Why are you explaining so much?"
Xue Jing smiled and said, "You have discovered all this. Okay, let's be frank. I am a martial arts genius."
Xue Wan was surprised and asked, "So you really practiced martial arts? Did you really kill a monster?"
Xue Jing asked back: "What else?"
There is nothing to hide about practicing martial arts from my family. The only problem is that news of life-and-death battles with monsters will make them worried.
Xue Jing could only try to cover it up in a light-hearted manner.
"I see..."
On the other end of the phone, Xue Wan seemed to be thinking about something. He was silent for a while before continuing:
"Okay, it's good to know that the person in the news is you. Brother, now that you are famous, don't get carried away."
"Don't look for too many girlfriends. Five or six are enough. If you have more, you won't be able to take care of them all..."
Xue Jing was speechless and said, "What are you talking about?"
Xue Wan giggled and hung up the phone.
Xue Jing shook his head, put on the nebulizer inhaler, and started taking drugs.
But not long after, his cell phone rang again.
This time it was an unfamiliar number. After Xue Jing picked up the call, a voice that he was quite familiar with came from the receiver.
"Hey, Xue Jing."
"Teacher Du?" Xue Jing asked doubtfully.
Du Shiwei, the head teacher of the elite class of senior high school in Qingfu High School, is a Chinese teacher.
"Xue Jing, I just want to ask about the person in today's news..."
Xue Jing sighed and said, "It's me."
Du Shiwei smiled and said with satisfaction: "As expected, I said there is no other person named Xue Jing in Qing Affiliated High School. It turns out that he is my student!"
He seemed to be talking to the people around him, and there was a faint echo of people.
"Okay, nothing much, just asking, I have no objection to you practicing martial arts, it's also good to master some other skills in your spare time, but you have to pay attention to your grades and don't fall behind..."
Du Shiwei's occupational disease came out and he started lecturing after just a few words. Xue Jing could only say "yes, yes, yes".
Finally, Du Shiwei seemed to remember something and said:
"By the way, the school sports meet will start in a few days, you haven't forgotten it, right?"
When Xue Jing heard him mention it, he remembered that this seemed to be the case. He had promised Du Shiwei that he would participate in the running event at the school sports meet.
I really forgot.
"I remember it all. Don't worry, teacher, I will go to school when the time comes." Xue Jing said with a smile.
"Well, that's good." Du Shiwei said with satisfaction.
Xue Jing hung up the phone, but not long after, the phone rang again.
This time it was Li Ge who called.
For some reason, although Xue Jing went to school to attend classes every few days, he felt like he hadn't seen Li Ge for a long time.
"Hey, hey, hey, Master Jing, have you watched the news..."
Xue Jing: "Yes, it is me."
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In one morning, Xue Jing received four or five calls, and he finally calmed down after he finished talking to his mother Nan Jiayu.
He pressed his temple, a little annoyed.
"Don't let me know who leaked my name to the press."
While using the nebulizer inhaler, Xue Jing picked up his cell phone and started looking at it.
The news about him killing monsters last night was a small hot search, and any IP address in Qingcheng would be recommended.
He randomly clicked on the trending search and found that in addition to the news report, there was also an interview video.
After clicking on the video, the screen showed a man who had taken off his shirt, revealing a muscular body. His eyes and his Xingtian's eyes were blurred, and the sound was also specially processed.
"That person is Xue Jing. He is the new disciple of Canglong Dojo. Is Canglong Dojo powerful? It is not much different from our Hu (beep) Dojo."
"He and I were both hired to do security work this time. I even had a sparring match with him. What do you think of the outcome? It's about 50-50. I barely lost."
"That monster has a bad compatibility with me. It restrains me too much. There's nothing I can do, so we divided the work and cooperated. He was responsible for crushing the beast, and I was responsible for protecting people... Inadequate protection? No, that thing is so fierce, and it's a profit to kill a few people..."