September 5th, Saturday.

The sky in Shanghai can change at any time. The sun was shining brightly yesterday, but now, outside the window, it started to rain lightly.

Downstairs of the Martial Arts Club, a group of freshmen were cleaning the floor, scolding each other while sweeping the floor!

"Fang Ping is really nothing!"

"This kind of thing never happened before. We were so unlucky this time that he happened to be the president of the martial arts club."

"That's right, my brother used to be in Mowu. When he was in Mowu, he was very comfortable. Now he is better. Now that we are in this class, we have to challenge the housing by ourselves. We have to clean the school sanitation. We are even caught for spitting.

When you arrive, you will be fined, and each fine can be tens of thousands. It’s a money grab! What’s even more tragic is that if you are less than first grade, you will not have a mentor.”

"Shut up, everyone. You still want to be punished? It's right under your nose."

Everyone shut up and looked upstairs cautiously.

After staying in Mowu for a few days, everyone accepted their fate.

They had a hard life this time and met an unreliable president of the martial arts club. The instructors now don't care about anything, and everything big or small has become the martial arts club's business.

…

Fang Ping listened to the discussion downstairs and chuckled: "Write down the list of these people. The martial arts club will be cleaned by them from now on. It will be at least a month before the next batch of people seeking death are found.

It's their business."

Chen Yunxi sympathized with the people downstairs for a while. Wasn't this asking for death?

Several floors up and so quiet, how could a fourth-grade warrior not hear it.

Fang Ping did not continue talking about this and asked: "Have the credits been sold?"

As the president of the martial arts club, Fang Ping now does not want to do the embarrassing thing of selling it himself.

Just leave things to others to handle.

The office of the Martial Arts Club serves the president. He doesn't care what Chen Yunxi does, as long as he sells it.

"Sold."

Chen Yunxi felt a little embarrassed when she said that, that was not selling, and Fang Ping was not willing to use the word "selling".

According to Fang Ping, this is called the friendly sponsorship of the "Mowu New Student Support Fund Committee".

Offer discounts to wealthy freshmen at a lower exchange rate than the school.

If you don’t have money, you won’t be able to exchange it.

4600 credits are a lot, but a very few.

There are nearly 2,000 students who are willing to spend money to exchange for credits. There are still many people who can exchange them for dozens of people.

Chen Yunxi continued: "A total of 125 million was sold."

Fang Ping sighed and murmured: "The losses have been too great recently. I lost 13 million in credits and 15 million in fines. I have to find a way to make up for it."

28 million!

However, after adding the 125 million currently sold and the fine, there is still 50 million left.

Fang Ping is now also a wealthy man.

175 million!

In addition, at this moment, there is still 90 million worth of wealth left.

After selling 4,600 credits, Fang Ping increased his wealth by another 33 million. In the past few days, he also spent some wealth to continue to nourish his inner organs.

"What should I do with so much money?"

Fang Ping murmured, "In fact, he doesn't have many opportunities to spend cash."

And with 90 million wealth, can the skull tempering be completed?

The most difficult thing to temper in the human body is the skull.

Even harder than controlling mental power!

Tempering the skull is a matter of the seventh level.

Fu Changding's grandfather originally said that Fang Ping was a quasi-gold-body strongman, but in fact, Li Hansong was.

Of course, although Li Hansong's skull was natural, his bone marrow had not been tempered.

However, after entering the seventh-level realm, all Li Hansong needs to do is to strengthen his mental power and reach the eighth-level standard. Then his whole body's bone marrow will naturally transform and directly enter the eighth-level realm.

As for Wang Jinyang, his bone marrow has been transformed into jade, but his skull has not yet been tempered, so he will have to stay for a while to temper his skull before reaching the seventh level.

However, it is very likely that after tempering the skull, the bone marrow will be strengthened again, making the golden body more stable.

This is something Fang Ping cannot understand now.

Even some grandmasters actually don’t know what changes will happen to them after they enter the grandmaster realm.

Mutation... is something that has only happened in these years.

Currently, no mutated strong person has entered the Grandmaster realm.

"The head is the biggest weakness of a middle-to-lower grade warrior, bar none!"

"Once the skull is tempered, even to the bone marrow, and others regard my head as a weak point, I really don't know how I will die.

How many people did that guy Li Hansong trick?"

Li Hansong's skull was natural, and Fang Ping also knew about it not long ago.

In order to prevent him from being proud, Lu Fengrou reminded him yesterday not to underestimate the students currently on the fourth-grade list.

Compared with them, Fang Ping has strengths and weaknesses.

Even if they are at the same level, Fang Ping may not be stronger than them.

"Let's try it later and see how much it costs to temper the skull through the system... But let's forget it for now."

At this moment, Fang Ping did not dare to continue.

My physical condition has improved slightly in the past two days.

Once the skull is tempered and he loses control again, if Lu Fengrou doesn't cut him, others will cut him.

A fourth-level warrior, his spiritual power can be released, his bone marrow has been transformed into jade, and his skull has been tempered to completion.

That Fang Ping is a weakened version of the eighth-grade golden body.

Such a person cannot be explained by mutation. At least for now, there are people like Wang Jinyang and Li Hansong who are supporting him, but everyone is partially alienated. Fang Ping's comprehensive alienation is too eye-catching.

With random thoughts in his mind, Fang Ping turned his head and said, "Yun Xi, when will you reach the middle stage of the third rank?"

Chen Yunxi felt a little inferior and whispered: "It will take at least a month or two."

"That means that by the end of the semester, there is hope that you will reach the third level or the peak?"

"I don't know, maybe it can."

Chen Yunxi said, and said firmly: "Of course you can!"

"It's not bad. Maybe by the second semester of my sophomore year, I will be in the fourth grade. I will be much better than Xie Lei and the others. Our class is still full of talents!"

Fang Ping boasted because he was the greatest talent in this session.

"Let's go and have a look at the teacher's place. I heard that the teacher has brought back some good stuff. Let's go and broaden our horizons."

Fang Ping stopped narrating. There were few people and there was no point in boasting.

It would be interesting if there were more people and everyone would support it.

Chen Yunxi is so stupid that she doesn't even know how to praise her.

Similar to "Fang Ping, you are so awesome", "President, you are awesome", "Senior brother, you are great", these words can still be said.

Now I just know that if I just stand there stupidly, I will be sold sooner or later and I still help count the money.

…

Villa No. 8.

The door has been newly replaced.

Lu Fengrou's students have all arrived at this moment.

Zhao Xuemei has also just entered the third level. For her, a warrior who has been tempering her bones for the first time, going from the middle of the first level to the third level in about a year is much more difficult than Fang Ping.

The money from selling the company was almost spent, and Lu Fengrou subsidized it a lot.

In order to keep up with everyone, Zhao Xuemei ate the elixirs like jelly beans, which made Fang Ping feel sorry for her sometimes.

Seeing Fang Ping and Chen Yunxi walking in together, Zhao Xuemei's eyes were slightly sad, but she quickly regained her smile and said, "Fang Ping, Yunxi, have you finished handling the affairs of the martial arts club?"

Fang Ping said casually: "It's nothing. If it weren't for the sake of making everyone think I'm worthy of the 500 credits, I think it would be fine if I didn't go."

Everyone laughed.

At this moment, the seven people present have a prominent status among the magic martial arts students.
To be continued...