Therefore, Yang Feng must work hard! He wants to reach a very, very high level!
"You're not from a prominent family? You were just born into an ordinary family?! How is that possible?!"
Liu Hanlu's exquisite and perfect face was filled with all sorts of doubts and disbelief as she exclaimed in surprise.
"Believe it or not," Yang Feng said casually, rolling his eyes as he noticed her incredulous look.
"So how did you cultivate? Judging from your situation, you should be an external martial artist, right? This requires a lot of money to buy various medicines for training. Don't tell me you cultivated it yourself. If you were to cultivate it, it would take at least ten years to reach the half-step Yellow Rank level!"
Liu Hanlu shook her head in disbelief, her beautiful eyes glancing at Yang Feng's blood-stained shirt, but she didn't seem to care, and slowly said...
"Stop with the nonsense and tell me about martial arts. Anyway, I'm not like you rich young masters and ladies; I'm just an ordinary person."
Yang Feng was really impatient. He waved his arm. Why did this woman talk so much? If it were back in his first year of high school, he would have listened to her nonsense quietly. But now, the only person he liked was Han Shilan, and he didn't want to bother with other girls.
"Alright then." Liu Hanlu was a little speechless. This boy actually looked impatient when he was with her. If it were any other boy, he would have wanted to stick to her side.
At the same time, I was also a little curious. He said he was born an ordinary person, so how could he possibly be a martial artist?
Although external martial arts practitioners do not need cultivation techniques or formulas, their practice is very difficult, unlike the easier internal martial arts practitioners.
"We martial artists are mostly members of various large families. Martial artists who train in the city are generally of very low level, just like you and me, who are only half-step Yellow Rank."
"There are also martial arts sects located on very high mountains, such as the Pill Hall of Baixia Mountain, which specializes in refining pills. Many famous and wealthy people have gone there to seek medicine to cure their illnesses, but me... cough cough."
Liu Hanlu almost let slip her secret, and quickly coughed lightly, but Yang Feng, with his keen observation skills, noticed it and continued speaking:
"Most of us martial artists in large families are at the Yellow Rank, the kind that can kill a bull with one punch—extremely powerful. Above that is the Profound Rank, which I've never seen before. It's a pity; Profound Rank martial artists are already extremely rare. And above that is the Earth Rank! I've never even heard of it!"
As Yang Feng listened to her words, he felt a sense of awe. There were still many strong people in this world. However, the little starlight loli had mentioned some information about the martial artists in this world before, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. Now, he had to be more careful.
Because the girl in front of him was also a martial artist, at the same level as him, which meant that his strength should be the same as hers, or slightly higher, and he simply had superior combat experience.
"A Rank 1 martial artist? Can I even reach that level?"
Yang Feng muttered to himself that if Liu Hanlu knew what he was thinking, she would definitely criticize him.
Some people spend their entire lives trying to break through to the Yellow Rank, and now they want to break through to the Earth Rank?
"What are you muttering about, you greenhorn?"
Liu Hanlu tilted her head slightly, looked at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes, and said.
"It's nothing. And please don't call me a greenhorn anymore. My name is Yang Feng."
After saying that, Yang Feng turned around and gave her a cool look as he walked towards the hotel. The bloodstains on his body made him feel uneasy, even though they weren't his own.
"Hey!" Liu Hanlu saw Yang Feng walk away decisively, and shouted angrily, stomping her foot. She began to doubt her own beauty.
Who are these people?!
Just then, when Yang Feng took the elevator to the sixth floor, he saw Han Shilan standing there alone as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.
She planned to come up and ask Yang Feng to go for a walk on the beach with her. How romantic it would be to walk hand in hand on the beach as night approached!
"Yang Feng, what happened to you?! Why are you covered in blood?!"
Han Shilan saw the obvious bloodstains on the white shirt and her heart tightened. She rushed up anxiously, blocking Yang Feng before he could even come out of the elevator.
"It's alright, this isn't my blood, don't worry." Yang Feng felt a warm glow in his heart as he sensed Han Shilan's deep concern.
"Not your blood?"
Han Shilan murmured to herself as Yang Feng gently pushed her out of the elevator. Her brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke:
"Yang Feng, tell me, did you get into a fight? Why did you fight?! If the teacher finds out you were fighting here, you'll definitely get a major demerit, and you won't even be able to graduate!"
"Fight? If I don't fight back, they'll beat me to death!"
Yang Feng stared at Han Shilan with bright eyes and replied directly.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 72 Tenderness and Care
"Hey, I haven't been caught by the teacher yet. Let's go back to our room and talk about it."
Looking at Han Shilan, who was somewhat stunned, Yang Feng realized that he had spoken a bit too harshly, so he softened his tone and continued speaking.
"Okay." Han Shilan nodded, her beautiful eyes glancing at the bloodstains on Yang Feng's body. She gently helped Yang Feng into the room with her slender, lotus-root-like arms.
How could she not have imagined that Yang Feng wasn't injured? He just wanted to keep herself from worrying too much.
"I'll go change my clothes first." Standing in the room, Yang Feng looked into Han Shilan's bright, sparkling eyes. The atmosphere was quiet, so he said nonchalantly, turned around, took a piece of clothing from his shoulder bag, and went into the bathroom.
Han Shilan pouted angrily, crossed her arms, and sat down on the pure white bed. The other male classmates in the room had not yet returned.
So now it's just her and him, and with things so intense, it's easy for something unexpected to happen.
Yang Feng took off his shirt in the bathroom and threw it into the basin of water. Looking at the smooth and clear mirror, he saw that his V-line was faintly visible. He hadn't even done any abdominal exercises and he already had these. Back in his first year of high school, he had been practicing for about three months and it only started to show a little bit. Now, he had only used enhancement drugs and his body had become so much better.
He now has a strong desire to obtain the enhancement potion again, which would not only allow him to create a perfect physique but also boost his combat power, potentially enabling him to reach the Yellow Rank among legendary martial artists.
Yang Feng touched the bruises on his shoulder and back with his long, slender, and fair fingers. Although there was no bleeding, he had been hit a few times with an iron rod, but he didn't feel anything. Having a strong physique has many advantages.
He quickly put on a black T-shirt and casual pants, washed his hands and face with water from the tap, shook them off, and then turned and walked out.