God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 12 Back to School
Wearing a black school uniform, looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Chuan always felt a little awkward.

I didn't expect that I, who was about to go to school, would have a day to return to school.

Put the textbooks into the satchel, and then locked the door of the shop.

Today is the last day to go to school, he needs to fill out the application form, if he misses it, he will have no chance.

Tianji Martial Arts High School is a second- and third-tier high school in Pisces City.

This is also the school that Yuan Bo belonged to.

After walking along the street for a while, I saw the wide school.

Out of curiosity, he came early in the morning. After entering the campus, there were only a few students inside, punching on the playground.

According to the information on his student card, Zhang Chuan found his class—class 3-5.

The interior space of the school is very large, so it took him a long time to waste his time.

After opening the door, a figure sitting in the classroom turned his head.

"Zhang Chuan?" The girl with glasses called out his name, "Didn't you get expelled from school?"

In Yuan Bo's scattered memories, he remembered the identity of this person.

The other party's name is Dong Shuhao, who holds the position of squad leader and also has the strength of the fifth realm of martial arts.

"I haven't signed the notice of withdrawing from school." Relying on Yuanshen's memory, he walked to the last row of seats by the window, but it was empty.

"The head teacher has already dismissed you, and your desk and chair have been taken away." After Dong Shuhao reminded her, she turned her head and continued to read.

Zhang Chuan frowned. In a few days, there will be a unified national examination. If he does this now, how can he take the examination?

At this time, the school bell rang, and some students walked into the classroom one after another.

A few young men with dyed hair came in talking and laughing, and they immediately spotted Zhang Chuan standing aside.

"Hey, look who is here, isn't this the trash!" They pointed at Zhang Chuan mockingly as if they saw something strange, "How dare you come back, you trash?"

As he spoke, the young man spit towards Zhang Chuan with a mouthful of saliva.

He tilted his head and avoided it, but his action angered the young man.

"Zhang Chuan, you are getting more and more courageous, you still dare to hide, don't you?" He put his arms around Zhang Chuan's shoulders, "However, if you are willing to pay some money, I can forgive you."

Several people behind the youth surrounded him at the same time.

The students on the side watched quietly, some smiled irrelevantly, some gave indifferent gazes, and some looked full of pity.

But no matter what it is, they have no willingness to help, and this is just one of their daily routines in their eyes.

What good is it to help a waste?And offending these few people, their future life will not be easy.

As the class monitor, Dong Shuhao just read the book silently.

These young people, in memory, were the ones who had been bullying the original body.

The young man holding his neck is called Heihu, everyone calls him Brother Hu, he has the strength of the ninth level of martial arts, his family is said to be a construction company, and there are bad rumors at the same time.

"Take your hands away."

"Huh? What did you say?" Heihu stared at Zhang Chuan fiercely, and the strength of his arm was getting stronger and stronger.

"I said." The left hand clasped the wrist that strangled the neck, "Get your dirty hands away!"

His eyes were spinning, and before Heihu realized what happened, he had already been thrown to the ground by Zhang Chuan's backhand.

The classroom was dead silent, and they watched the scene with their mouths open, as if they were dreaming.

That cowardly Zhang Chuan dared to resist Heihu!
The dog legs standing behind took a few steps back in fright, looked at Zhang Chuan tremblingly and said, "You kid is dead!"

The source of their fright was the black tiger that fell to the ground, but they knew how violent their boss was.

"You fucking court death!" Heihu finally came back to his senses, his facial features were twisted together, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he had never eaten such a big ugliness.

Turning around, using his left hand as a claw, he grabbed Zhang Chuan's heart with his five fingers.

Heihu broke his heart!It is a move in the tiger boxing of the elephant boxing. It is named for its fierceness and ferocity.

If this blow hits a martial artist of the same realm, it will also seriously injure the opponent. In the course, it can be regarded as a forbidden move.

Because as soon as the move is released, it is either dead or injured!

Moreover, Heihu used all his strength for this fierce blow, which was obviously aimed at Zhang Chuan's death.

Faced with this swift claw, Zhang Chuan also met with the claw with his right hand, and it was faster than Heihu's!
Move like a green dragon, go face to face!

The five fingers firmly clasped Heihu's joints, clamping them into his flesh.

This is the Qinglong Fist in Dragon Fist - Qinglong Exploring Claw.

A trace of surprise flashed in Hei Hu's eyes, as if he didn't believe that his moves had been cracked just like that.

He wanted to retract his hand, but he only moved slightly, and his arm became numb and he couldn't exert any strength.

"You fucking" he yelled while bumping his head at Zhang Chuan.

One kick, before the black tiger hit him, Zhang Chuan kicked almost towards the jaw.

Even everyone in the classroom saw Heihu's body soaring into the air at that moment.

"Bang!" He hit the ground with a loud bang.

Feeling dizzy, Hei Hu just wanted to stand up when his head was stepped on.

"Who allowed you to spit anywhere?" Zhang Chuan looked at the figure at his feet, "Lick it clean for me."

"Zhang Chuan, don't think that you will be invincible after learning a few moves!" Heihu said unwillingly, "Leave a line in life, so we can meet each other in the future."

Hearing these words, Zhang Chuan was about to laugh out loud. The other party clearly wanted to die, so he still had the face to say such a thing?

"Don't make me say it a second time." A cold voice came into Black Tiger's ears.

The strength under his feet gradually strengthened, feeling the overwhelmed sound on his neck, Heihu looked into Zhang Chuan's eyes.

What a pair of cold eyes, without any emotion.

Heihu realized it at this moment, if he didn't do what he said, the other party might really kill him!

He was afraid.

"I lick!" Gritting his teeth, the humiliating words spit out from his mouth, he never thought that such a day would come.

Licking the ground where he spat on, Heihu's eyes were burning with mad killing intent. He swore that as long as he had the chance, he would never let Zhang Chuan live!

Everyone was stunned by this scene, that trash Zhang Chuan beat Heihu to the ground, weren't they dreaming?

But when Hei Hu turned his gaze, they turned their heads one after another. Even if their positions were switched, they still didn't dare to offend Hei Hu.

"Come here." Zhang Chuan hooked his hands towards those dogs who were too scared to make a sound. "I happen to be short of tables and chairs, can you help me?"

Seeing that none of their bosses were Zhang Chuan's opponents, they didn't dare to object, so they hurriedly moved the table over.

"Wait, did I say I'm going to move the tables and chairs?" Zhang Chuan pointed down, "I mean I want you to be the tables and chairs."

(End of this chapter)