Chapter 314 How to Choose?

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Villa No. 8.

Lu Fengrou lazily leaned on the sofa, and Fang Ping followed suit and lazily leaned on another modular sofa.

Lu Fengrou stared at him for a while, and then said after a while, "I'll get someone to bring me a new sofa later."

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, I was talking about business, why did I turn to the sofa?

"How many days have you not showered?"

Lu Fengrou asked with some disgust, no need to ask, at least six or seven days.

"Teacher, it's not a question of whether to take a bath or not..."

Fang Ping felt a little resentful, where did you go off topic?

Lu Fengrou sneered, and said lightly: "Two choices, first, refuse, second, next."

"It's nothing more than choosing one of the two, what's so difficult?"

"If you refuse, then treat it as nothing. You are the president of the Mowu Martial Arts Club, not the president of the Nanwu Martial Arts Club. Nanjiang has no right to ask you to do anything.

Do you think Zhang Dingnan is so easy to talk to? Why are you not forced to fight?

Because he doesn't have the power.

So, if you refuse, you don’t have to worry about anything. If you are worried about your family, then you can come to the Demon City. Cult fighters are not idiots. You have an attitude that has nothing to do with you. How dare they provoke you?

Do you really think that they are full and want to kill individual geniuses? "

"Second, if you accept the mission, there must be a high-grade raid!"

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, "There must be high quality?"

"Nonsense, you are in the third-rank stage, and your record is to escape from the sixth-rank hands. Are the cult warriors idiots? Now that you have entered the fourth-rank realm, they will attack you at the risk of retaliation for your escape? So, why don't you do it? To do it, there must be a high-quality shot!"

Lu Fengrou said indifferently: "Zhang Dingnan not only wants to find out the traitor, but also wants to take the opportunity to attract the cult high-ranking one. The destructive power of a high-ranking one is actually more terrifying than the traitor!

If the cult wants to attack you, 100% of them must be of high quality! "

Fang Ping's pupils shrank slightly. Before that, he thought that the cult might not deploy high-grade combat power. After all, for the shrunken cult, high-grade combat power is very precious.

But now that Lu Fengrou said this, Fang Ping realized that it was not impossible, but there must be a high-quality shot.

Seeing Fang Ping's silence, Lu Fengrou continued: "When you meet a high-ranking person, from a long distance, with your mental strength, you may not die. However, if you are approached by the opponent within 30 meters, within two seconds, you will definitely die!

This refers to a seventh-rank martial artist. Of course, the probability of the opponent dispatching an eighth-rank golden body is extremely low. "

"If you accept this mission, the seventh-rank warriors will not be able to protect you, and the distance will be too far, and you will die if there is no time to rescue you.

Therefore, it is necessary to let the eighth rank or even the ninth rank lurk in secret to protect your life at critical moments. "

As he said that, Lu Fengrou said again: "And I want to ensure certain safety...At least two eighth-rank!"

"Two?"

Fang Ping was stunned again, as if he had thought of something, he said intently: "You mean, if there is only one person...maybe...will just sit back and watch me die?"

"I'm just saying it's possible. No one knows what these masters are thinking in their hearts. Let the two restrain each other. No matter whether they have other plans in their hearts, they will save you in time, but one person may not."

"Two eighth-rank golden body powerhouses?"

Fang Ping said bitterly: "There are no eight grades in Nanjiang."

There are grandmasters in Nanjiang, Zhang Dingnan is not the only one, but the grandmasters in Nanjiang are all seventh-rank.

"Didn't Zhang Dingnan ask me to die?" Fang Ping complained.

Lu Fengrou sneered and said, "That's not necessarily the case, maybe, he Zhang Dingnan just let you know that it's very dangerous, extremely dangerous, let's see if you, Fang Ping, can get an eighth-rank golden body strongman to take action, such as Wu Kuishan.

Once Wu Kuishan makes a move this time, no matter what the purpose is, Wu Kuishan will make a move as soon as the Nanjiang Catacombs are opened. "

Hearing this, Fang Ping was suddenly not in a hurry to talk about it, but smiled and said: "Teacher, the principal and Governor Zhang know each other, right?"

"know."

"I think we've known each other for many years.

"

"More than 30 years."

"After so many years of friendship, Governor Zhang asked Mowu for help, but instead of the principal, he asked me... Tsk tsk, don't have..."

Before he finished speaking, the sofa exploded with a bang!

Fang Ping himself also lay on the ground, almost breathless under the pressure of Lu Fengrou's mental strength and aura.

Lu Fengrou's mental strength may not be too strong, at least relatively speaking, Fang Ping can still block it.

But the key point was that the distance between the two of them was too close, Fang Ping didn't take any precautions, and was immediately crushed to the ground.

"Misfortune comes from the mouth, have you learned this saying?"

Lu Fengrou looked indifferent, as if she didn't see Fang Ping's predicament, and continued: "It has nothing to do with personal relationships. Wu Kuishan is thinking about Mowu, and Zhang Dingnan is thinking about Nanjiang. As I said, don't regard Mowu as a school, but as a party." power.

Wu Kuishan and Zhang Dingnan are the leaders of the two forces respectively. Although they all have a common enemy, the problem of the Catacombs of the Demon City has not been resolved yet.

If... I said, if there are too many losses in Nanjiang, how will Mowu deal with itself next?

Mowu's current status is the result of countless people fighting and fighting with their blood and lives.

The personal relationship between Zhang Dingnan and Wu Kuishan is only ordinary, not to mention ordinary, they are brothers, and Wu Kuishan will not rashly agree to help Nanjiang at this moment. "

Fang Ping silently got up from the ground, looked at the sofa that had been blown into pieces, sighed helplessly, simply sat on the ground, and said, "Why does the governor still want me?

The principal will not agree to help Nanjiang..."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Lu Fengrou lightly smiled and said: "You still don't understand, Wuhan University claims that the Martial Arts Club and the school leaders are co-governed, and the president of the Martial Arts Club can also be regarded as one of the leaders of Mowu. This has nothing to do with strength, but the meaning of the representatives of the Martial Arts Club and the students. group.

Once you agree to aid Nanjiang, the school's militant faction will choose to support you.

At that time, Mowu will be put on fire. As one of the prestigious schools, since there are many people in the school who want to fight, it is not in line with the spirit of Wuhan University to not fight at this moment.

Dare to fight, must fight, never avoid war!

No one brought it up, these are not problems, we have the caves of the magic capital to guard, but it was raised, and it was not raised by ordinary people. At this time, we have to fight if we don’t fight! "

Fang Ping hadn't quite reacted before, but when he heard it now, he frowned and said, "Zhang Dingnan is planning on me?"

Once he brings up the matter of assistance, Mowu will be pushed to the forefront, and it may cause a lot of trouble!

"It's not a calculation." Lu Fengrou said with a light smile: "Zhang Dingnan has reached the point where he has a glimmer of hope and wants to try it.

He is from Nanjiang, a native of Nanjiang, and has been rooted in Nanjiang all his life.

Since taking up the post of Governor of Nanjiang, his philosophy is to live only for Nanjiang in this life.

And you are also from Nanjiang, maybe in his view, it is only right and proper for Nanjiang people to shed their blood for Nanjiang, understand?

Of course, he hasn't reached such an extreme point yet, but he should take some risks and contribute to Nanjiang.

In fact, Zhang Dingnan took Nanjiang too seriously. "

Lu Fengrou slightly shook her head and said, "Nanjiang has already made sufficient preparations. The central government and the military are all prepared, and other places are prepared in the same way. For Nanjiang, there is no difference.

But Zhang Dingnan is still inviting warriors from all directions to participate in the battle of guards, because he takes Nanjiang too seriously and doesn't want any mistakes to happen.

Zhang Dingnan is a good governor, this cannot be denied, but to add a prefix, he is just a good governor of Nanjiang..."

"Okay, the topic is a bit far away."

Lu Fengrou didn't say this again, but after thinking about it, she added, "The older generation of warriors all have limitations and are very regionally conscious, but the younger generation of warriors don't take it so seriously."

People like Zhang Dingnan's generation place more emphasis on the local sentiment than the current people.

Not only Zhang Dingnan, but also many older martial artists are like this.

In the catacombs of their hometown, they can throw their heads and sprinkle blood, die without regret, and never spare their lives.

But once foreign aid is needed, these people will shirk, or simply don't work hard.

It cannot be said that they are bad people. They fought bloody battles in the burrows of their hometown.

The burrow of death in battle is commonplace.

Such people, can you say they are bad people?

Including the grandfather of Chen Jiasheng of Donglin Wuda and the Chen family, in fact, the same is true, fighting to the death for Donglin, and dying in battle without regret.

In other places, the old master of the Chen family may not be able to fight to the death.

You think he has limitations, you think he is stubborn, that's just your personal opinion, they are still heroes.

Fang Ping exhaled, "Then what should I do?"

"I don't know, you make your own choice, I'm just your martial arts instructor, I have no right to decide your life or death.

Warriors are both public and private. Warriors have the greatest public heart and the greatest selfishness.

From a righteous point of view, I hope you will go, but from a selfish point of view, I hope you don't take it. If the high-quality and strong ones make a move, you can only bet on luck. "

"If there are two eighth-rank guards, will my safety be guaranteed?"

"Yes, yes, of course, sometimes you are unlucky, and there is nothing you can do about it."

Lu Fengrou shook her head, she was unlucky, you would have to die if you were protected by the ninth rank, it's hard to say.

"Will the principal agree to protect me?"

"not necessarily."

Lu Fengrou said, and said: "Mo Wu's master may not agree, because it will plunge Mo Wu into a quagmire. Of course, if you really want to raise it, even if you don't want to, they may not refuse, but you think about it. If you are dead, Mowu won't have to get involved in the quagmire of Nanjiang."

The corner of Fang Ping's mouth twitched, well, let me invite you now, I dare not invite you anymore.

"The eighth-rank golden body and the seventh-rank one, is that okay?"

"It's also feasible. The existence of the two of them is mainly a restraint, so that the safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent. At the critical moment, if the eighth-rank is willing to take action, the situation can be controlled."

After speaking, Lu Fengrou said: "Maybe Zhang Dingnan can ask the eighth rank to help, you didn't ask this?"

Fang Ping smiled bitterly and said, "I can't believe the words of politicians. If I really want to take over the task, I must find someone myself. I'm afraid that Governor Zhang will say that when the time comes, one person's affairs are small, but Nanjiang's is a big one. I will find someone even if I cry." Cry without reaching your head."

Lu Fengrou laughed and said, "It's not that stupid. Although Zhang Dingnan may not be able to do this, but if you really have to choose between the two, it's hard to say whether to kill Gaopin from the cult or save you."

"I can think of it."

Fang Ping shook his head lightly, and he didn't complain much. It's still the same sentence, and they are from different angles.

In other words, if two people were killed, Fang Ping naturally had a choice whether to save his sister or a talented warrior.

"Teacher, I'll go first then."

Fang Ping didn't say anything, got up and walked out.

After walking a few steps, Lu Fengrou said, "Remember to have someone give me a sofa."

"knew."

Fang Ping didn't care, the sofa was only a few dollars, and he would have to be fined hundreds of thousands if he stepped on a piece of floor outside.

...

It wasn't until Fang Ping left that Lu Fengrou murmured, "How will you choose this kid?"

...

It was No. 8 when we came out of the energy room. The people from the Martial Arts Club obviously received the news of Fang Ping's exit, but they still couldn't find Fang Ping.

Not only number 8, but also number 9 did not see Fang Ping.

Until late at night on the 9th, the people in the Martial Arts Club were in a hurry.

Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Martial Arts Competition. If Fang Ping doesn't show up, this matter will be difficult.

Fortunately, Fang Ping showed up late at night.

Inside the Martial Arts Club.

Seeing Fang Ping, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Fenghua also breathed a sigh of relief: "You are finally here. If you don't come, these guys will try to drive the ducks to the shelves and let me attend the opening ceremony. I don't know what to say."

"Where are Xie Lei and Qin Fengqing?"

"No one was found."

Fang Ping snorted softly: "With the position of vice president, don't you just get benefits and not work? Chen Wenlong is because he is in the military department, and some of our students will enter the military department for training. These two guys are nothing!"

Among the crowd, Zhang Ziwei bit her lip and said, "Xie Lei has gone to the burrow."

"Magic City Catacombs?"

"No, Donglin Catacombs."

Fang Ping frowned again and said, "Going down to the burrow, why didn't you report to the Martial Arts Club? Forget it, don't worry about these two guys. After finishing the opening ceremony tomorrow, we will distribute all the benefits for the next year. Those guys will be deducted first." , without my permission, it is not allowed to distribute!"

Speaking, Fang Ping didn't care what everyone thought, and continued: "Tomorrow's opening ceremony, let all the members of the Martial Arts Club go out, uniformly dress, wear weapons, and don't get the names of Mo Wu and Martial Arts Club!

By the way, there are also those who are not members of the Martial Arts Club, those who have entered the product, all of them will go to the logistics department to receive standard weapons and clothing tomorrow, and all will gather at the city gymnasium to make a strong momentum and let the outside world know that I have countless magic, martial arts and powerful soldiers. A school is like a province! "

Everyone didn't care, Fang Ping wanted to save face and gain momentum, so give him face, it's just a trivial matter.

Fu Changding asked instead, "The weapons that are not members of the Martial Arts Club..."

"The Martial Arts Club spent money to buy it, and gave it to them for nothing. Let them work hard, and don't disappoint my hard work."

Everyone looked sideways, so grand?

Fang Ping said indifferently: "In the past few days, I have spent all the money from the Martial Arts Club, lest the school leaders worry about it, so I saved more than 5 billion. Everyone was jealous. At that time, the school was asked to hold a school celebration to raise funds. The school I disagree, now that we have collected donations, the school wants it again, if we don’t give it to the school, we will give it to the school, and we will give it away..."

Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, but they were extremely happy.

If you really want to pay benefits for a year, the money is quite a lot.

"By the way, leave a sum of cash later, I still have a batch of credits, and use the credits to go to the school to pay the bill."

Everyone didn't care, it's a trivial matter, credits and money have similar uses in school, there is no difference.

Fang Ping didn't say anything more, seeing that it was getting late, he let everyone disperse, and he returned to the dormitory he hadn't returned to for many days.

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