Chapter 7 Testing

  At this time, Kun Peng was already completely enraged, and the two had pulled away from each other. Su Qingchen's second attack was no longer possible, he could only dodge and hold on until the end of the round. Su Qingchen glanced secretly at the timer on the side of the stage, which had already burned half way, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

  The constant attacks just now didn't consume much of Su Qingchen's soul power, because apart from that one punch, all the other attacks were fake. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy to change the attack route. The only purpose was to make Kun Peng keep blocking and provoke him, and apparently, Su Qingchen succeeded.

  In a fit of rage, Kun Peng's attack had completely lost all sense of rhythm. A blood-red large knife continuously chopped towards Su Qingchen, each attack having only one characteristic - ruthlessness. Almost every strike was fatal, but his speed was obviously not fast, and Su Qingchen could easily dodge each time.

  Su Qingchen dodged while staring at the burning incense stick on the side of the field. As the incense went out, Su Qingchen's excited voice also rang out "Teacher, is time up? Did I pass?"

  Su Qingchen had just finished speaking when the students on the sidelines suddenly came to their senses, one by one, and were suddenly enlightened. So, it turned out that the test could be done this way, and a third-level spirit master was nothing more than that.

  After the testing teacher announced that Su Qingchen had passed, and officially became a student of Stan Academy, Su Qingchen directly snatched the badge from the testing teacher's hand, then pulled Zhang Long over and rushed to the academy gate.

  On the actual combat test site, the examinees who were preparing for the test one by one showed a smile. Su Qingchen, a third-level spirit master, had passed, they were all above level five, and felt that they would definitely pass easily, but in fact, it was the opposite.

  Kun Peng was teased by Su Qingchen, and he had a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent it. He used the simplest and most direct method on the students who were about to take the test, punching them directly off the field. The poor students became Kun Peng's punching bags to vent his anger. After Su Qingchen left, every few minutes, curses could be heard from the actual combat testing ground, of course, the one being scolded was Su Qingchen, who had already fled the school.

  After leaving the college, Su Qingchen followed Zhang Long to a seaside restaurant for a meal. Su Qingchen found that this young man was not simple. A thirteen-year-old boy entered the most luxurious hotel in Yu Luocheng and was treated like a noble by the waiter. When he ordered food, his hand waved and his mouth glanced at "the usual" two words, which looked very elegant.

  As Su Qingchen was deep in thought, Zhang Long looked around and then slapped him on the back, accompanied by a loud "slap". Su Qingchen suddenly felt his back burning, his facial muscles scrunched up, and he immediately turned around to glare at Zhang Long.

  "Isn't there a beauty around? What are you staring at so intently?" Zhang Longluo asked suspiciously, completely ignoring Su Qingchen's scrunched up face, as if he was only interested in whether there were any beauties around.

  Su Qingchen looked at Zhang Long's silly face and really wanted to slap him, but thinking of his abnormal defense, Su Qingchen gloomily looked at her own hand and ultimately vetoed the idea of beating up Zhang Long.

  Su Qingchen sighed and lowered his head to continue thinking, ignoring Zhang Long who was waiting for the result on the side.

  Zhang Long touched his head, looked around again, and when he was sure there were no beauties around, Zhang Long grabbed Su Qingchen with one hand, lifted him up like a little chicken, and walked out of the wine tower. By the time Su Qingchen came to his senses, he had already become the focus of attention on the street and in the wine tower.

  "I'll take you to a great place, I guarantee you'll like it, but I don't know if they'll like this little bald head of yours." Zhang Long said with a smile, completely disregarding Su Qingchen's feelings still in his hand.

  Su Qingchen suddenly broke free from Zhang Long's grasp, patted his clothes, touched his own shaved head, gave Zhang Long a glance, and then hummed as he walked in front of him.

  "Hey, why are you walking so fast? Do you know the way?" Zhang Long's lewd voice sounded again in Su Qingchen's ear, and a pair of greasy big hands appeared on Su Qingchen's clean and white head: "Even if you're in a hurry, don't do it like this, follow me from behind, be careful not to get lost, Yu Luocheng has many kidnappers who sell children."

  Saying that, Zhang Long touched Su Qingchen's bald head and nodded, opening his mouth again: "Little bald head looks very cute, feels even more fun, really not bad."

  Su Qingchen couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly activated the Xuan Ming technique with his right foot. As a blue light enveloped his right foot, he swiftly kicked Zhang Long with great force. Just as Zhang Long was about to cry out in pain, Su Qingchen reached out and grabbed Zhang Long's left hand, using an over-the-shoulder throw to slam him to the ground.

  Su Qingchen patted his hands, looking at Zhang Long who was lying on the ground with a lewd smile. As Zhang Long prepared to get up, Su Qingchen immediately furrowed his brow and bent down to help him up.

  "Ah, it's you. I thought someone else was messing with my head again. Ever since I got this handsome and dashing haircut, I've been a bit more sensitive about people touching my head. Sorry, really sorry." Su Qingchen said with an apologetic face, but in his heart, he was secretly delighted.

  Zhang Long pouted with his plump little mouth, looking at Su Qingchen with a painful expression. He then lowered his head and rubbed his right foot, and after a few seconds, Zhang Long looked up at Su Qingchen, revealing his signature smile.

  Su Qingchen furrowed his brow, momentarily confused by Zhang Long's move, and at the same time, he was also puzzled. This guy's defense is really abnormal. If an ordinary person had taken that kick earlier, they probably wouldn't be able to walk normally for several days.

  Zhang Long rubbed his head and said, "You're quite capable, kid. How about we have a match? If you win, I'll take you to that place later and treat you to whatever you want. What do you say?" Zhang Long's goofy expression made it impossible for anyone to refuse his proposal.

  As Su Qingchen was about to ask where they were going, Zhang Long slapped his own head with a "slap" sound. "We're not fighting for now, I'll take you out to play first, and after we've had enough fun, we can fight then." Before Su Qingchen could even respond, Zhang Long dragged him away in a sprint, the onlookers at the side of the road instinctively making way for them.

  When they arrived at the entrance of Huāzhī Building, Zhang Long suddenly stopped, and Su Qingchen directly bumped into Zhang Long's body, feeling like he had hit an iron pillar. Su Qingchen raised his head to scold Zhang Long, but when he saw Zhang Long with a mouthful of saliva and a pig-like face, Su Qingchen involuntarily turned his head to look forward.

  The three golden characters of the Rouge Building first appeared in Su Qingchen's eyes, followed by two "beauties" with floral patterns and big motherly figures, at which point Su Qingchen almost spat out the food he had just eaten.

  What made Su Qingchen most depressed was that when he was about to pull Zhang Long away, Zhang Long had already been led by the "beauty" into the rouge building, and he himself was also dragged along by Zhang Long.

  Su Qingchen was a philanderer in his past life, often visiting brothels with rich young masters, but only for drinking and chatting. At that time, he had fallen because he couldn't cultivate. After coming to the Zijin Continent, Su Qingchen regained hope and had the heart of a strong man. He would often say to himself at midnight: "The dreams of my past life, the debts of this life, I want to stand at the peak of the continent and look down on this land."

  When Su Qingchen was dragged into the brothel, he told himself that he was forced to come here and it wasn't his intention. At the same time, his eyes involuntarily looked around, widening in an instant, shining with starlight. He suddenly discovered that there were still many beautiful women inside, but when he remembered that he was only thirteen years old, his heart cooled down halfway.

  Su Qingchen turned his head to look at the door when a sense of crisis arose, and before he could even go pull Zhang Long to prepare to leave, a voice came from the doorway: "Little rascal, don't run."

  Zhang Long turned his head to look outside the door, and when he saw the little beauty at the door, he completely ignored that sentence scoundrel, standing there stupidly, his two small eyeballs couldn't bear to move away.

  Su Qingchen pulled twice with force, and Zhang Long was as still as a pillar. When Su Qingchen saw the small beauty at the door summoning the bow and arrow soul spirit, he was surprised and relieved at the same time, fortunately he didn't run away, otherwise he would have become someone else's target.

  Su Qingchen raised his head and whispered to Zhang Long, "If you've taken a liking to her, go ahead and fight her. If you win, she'll definitely follow you. That's what happened last time."

  Zhang Long looked at Su Qingchen with a puzzled expression, then his eyes sparkled and he revealed his signature silly smile: "Little beauty, let's fight. If you hit me hard, I'll treat you to flower wine. If you get tired from hitting me, you'll be my little wife from now on. How about it? I won't fight back, okay?"

  The little beauty heard Zhang Long's words, not only did she not get angry, but she also smiled and said: "If I hit you, just beat that little rascal next to you hard, how about it? I'll treat you to a drink."

  Su Qingchen glanced at Zhang Long, then at the beautiful woman by the door. When he saw the little beauty smile, he unexpectedly followed Zhang Long and became infatuated. Without thinking, he nodded in agreement with Zhang Long.

  After the two nodded, the little beauty at the door spoke again: "This place is not suitable for fighting, let's change places, follow me." After finishing, the little beauty turned around and walked forward.

  Zhang Long ignored Su Qingchen beside him and strode forward to catch up with her. Su Qingchen stood still for three seconds, and when she came back to herself, she cursed Zhang Long in her heart: A scoundrel who forgets righteousness at the sight of beauty, selling me out as soon as he sees a pretty girl, really not very considerate. Su Qingchen had forgotten that it was not just Zhang Long who nodded in agreement at the time, but also himself.

  At this time, it was already late in the evening, and the sky gradually darkened. Su Qingchen and Zhang Long followed behind the little beauty to the outskirts of the city. The two stood stupidly on the empty ground, looking around, and Zhang Long smiled at the little beauty in front of him, opening his mouth to ask: "Beauty, can you tell me your name? So that I'll know what hit me later."

  "My name is Bing Xin, doesn't it sound good?" As soon as Bing Xin's voice fell, the Soul Spirit Bow appeared in her hand. With her left hand holding the bow and right hand drawing an arrow, Su Qingchen was about to remind Zhang Long when a beam of green light shot out, directly targeting Zhang Long's heart.