Chapter 97

At the moment of opening the gift package for intermediate promotion, the rewards given by the system were overwhelming and fell down on Wang Jian, which made him feel dizzy.

After a while, Wang Jian gradually woke up and looked at the system panel in a hurry to check his harvest.

The first is the promotion of soul power. The reward of level 4 soul power is one level less than that of the last promotion to junior soul teacher college, but these are harmless.

At this time, his soul power cultivation has become 50 (52) promotion status.

The former is his current level of soul power, while the latter is the real reserve of soul power. However, the promotion button at the back only came before nine o'clock, so it seems a little crowded now. The teachers who are arranged to welcome the new students are very busy, and there is a long line behind them.

So Wang Jian just looked and didn't disturb them.

At this time, a young man suddenly crowded by Wang Jian and asked with a smile, "Hello! Brother, are you a freshman, too? Why are you so old? "

Freshmen?

Can't you feel the rich atmosphere that I send out from top to bottom?

Wang Jian drew his eyes, but soon recovered his calm expression and asked, "what's the matter?"

The boy rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "it's no big deal. I just want to ask if you are the soul of fire. I want to borrow a fire."

Can I borrow a light?

Hiss, this sentence is so familiar!

Seeing that Wang Jian was stunned, the boy thought he was confused, so he explained with a smile, "it's like this."

With that, he stretched out his hand, and then there was an extra one in his finger that made Wang Jian feel very familiar.

Cylinder, about 10 cm long, long white short orange.

Wang Jian's eyes were as big as a light bulb. Isn't NIMA

"My martial spirit is called Zhonghua cigarette!"

The young man said to himself. He didn't pay attention to Wang Jian's expression. He just looked at his soul and sighed.

"Strange name, isn't it? I feel strange too! I don't know why it's called this ghost name. My mother said that my father, who died early, is the spirit of martial arts. He took the name. My mother said that my father is a good man, and he talks about it all the time. "

"One day, he sighed that he had no system to go through and that he was born in the wrong era. Otherwise, he was also a powerful character. He also said that when I grew up, I would teach me the secret script of living in this continent. As a result, I was born two days ago and I was not handed down the secret script."

"But... Hehe, the martial spirit he handed down is a good thing."

"It's a breath, refreshing, just as my father said, a cigarette after dinner is like that."

"It's just that you have to light it with fire. It's a bit of a trouble. Hey, brother, do you have a fire?"

But Wang Jian stared at him strangely. NIMA is still a descendant of a fellow countryman, and

He seriously suspected that his father smoked to death. It would be strange that those smokers would not smoke to death all the time!