Chapter 520: See fellow villagers, come a basket of cowhide

Brothers! "
Talk about loyalty! "
The saint ancestor patted Yang Feng on the shoulder again, and Yang Feng also grasped the back of his hand tightly, a feeling that only belonged to men, flowing between the hearts of the two.
Then, the saint ancestor took out a pack of cigarettes with great enthusiasm, and handed it over: Brother, do you smoke? "
what? smokes? Return to China? Are you a ghost? Where's the smoke? "
Staring at the two dazzling Chinese characters on the pack of cigarettes, Yang Feng couldn't help being dumbfounded.
Evil Charm smiled, and the saint ancestor raised his hand and clicked one, and said noncommitantly: It's nothing, it's just a metamorphosis. Brother, you have to know that all human perceptions of this world are signals sent by nerves to the brain. So basically what we consciously think of it is what it is. If I turn it into smoke, it is smoke; turn it into a chicken leg, it is a chicken leg, as long as you believe it. How about one? "
No need, I don't smoke! "
Waved his hand gently, Yang Feng smiled.
The saint ancestor looked at him from a different place, and couldn't help but curl his lips and said: young man, don't enter the workplace. When you enter the society, you will stop smoking and drinking, hahaha... By the way, brother, which school graduated! "
Hey, Tsinghua University, not enough! "
Uh!
Yang Feng waved his hand triumphantly. After hearing this, the saint ancestor suddenly twitched and stared at him coldly: Are you not Sanben, why are you Tsinghua? Young people, be honest. We are all in another world now, what do you care about your education? What are you bragging about? How about Tsinghua, how about three books? Isn't it all the same here, cut, vanity! "
Well……
His face tightened suddenly, Yang Feng glared fiercely at his arrogant face and hated him.
Yeah, you know I have three books, and you specifically ask such sensitive questions, do you despise me?
By the way, brother, where did you graduate? "
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng's way of human beings also healed his body, and asked rhetorically.
Waved his hand noncommitantly, the saint ancestor wandered around with a cigarette in his mouth: Hey, bad school, not to mention it, Harvard! "
Harvard? "
With a trembling at the corner of his mouth, Yang Feng looked unbelievable: Are you from Harvard? "
Why, not like it? "
Shaking his head with a smile, the saint ancestor sighed helplessly: I said long ago that Harvard can't do it. In fact, Cambridge, Oxford, and the Royal Swiss Colleges all sent me admission notices, and the Queen of England wrote a letter to invite me to Cambridge. As soon as you arrive in the UK, you will have all the green card houses available. Isn't this bribery of naked talents? How can I easily change my nationality if I am so patriotic? "
So in a fit of anger, I ran to Harvard, but the Harvard president was pleased, and the teachers and students of the school welcomed me into the school. As a result, I found out that the quality of his teaching was not good. A group of professors didn't know much about it. I often gave them lectures and they humbly asked for advice. Am I here to go to school or to teach? Damn, it's a loss. So before I finally returned to China, no matter how the principal could stay, I strictly refused. They really couldn't do it there, alas! "
Wow, brother, your cowhide is almost blowing to the sky.
You are the one that Guo Degang passed through. Tell me about cross talk here.
He couldn't help but twitching, Yang Feng looked at him with a smile but raised his eyebrows and said: Brother, you are from Harvard, what about two paragraphs of English to listen to? "
Uh...What　is　your　name? "
roll! "
Glancing at him fiercely, Yang Feng suddenly sank: "A high-achieving student at Harvard, show me kindergarten-level English, you at least show a freshman? "
Isn't this the first grade? When I was in school, I learned this in first grade! "
Rolling his eyes, the saint ancestor immediately waved his hand impatiently and said: Alright, alright, what are we doing here? Is it interesting to dig each other out? Regardless of Harvard or Tsinghua, aren't they all full-level mages here? You don’t need to go out to find a job. Is education still so important? bored! "
Who is boring?
Wasn't you the one who took the lead in digging for your academic qualifications?
Pouting his mouth in a huff, Yang Feng didn't look at him.
Because of bragging, the two fellows bragged about contradictions.
At the same time, in a dark secret room one kilometer underground in the Imperial Palace, the King of Ghosts walked in, raised his hand and took out a thumb-sized, already scorched branch from his sleeve. But the branch was still trembling slightly, as if it were alive.
Finally, the time for resurrection is up, my black soul tree, wake up immediately! Ouyang Feiying burned you to pieces with a fire back then, but fortunately, it left a breath of life. Now, the old man will resurrect you and dominate the world with him. "
With that said, the King of Ghosts gently put the dead branch on the ground, and then took out the green jade rod, but just held it in his hand, a strong suction suddenly issued, absorbing the life energy of the King of Ghosts.
Haha, do you think you are that monster, I can't mess with him, and can't mess with you? See if I won't you to death, hum!
The brow couldn't stop shaking, the ghost king felt the abnormal movement of the green jade rod in his hand, his face suddenly sank, his eyes condensed, and a cloud of flames burst out of his hand, instantly covering the whole body of the green jade rod.
what!
Earth-level flame, he actually bears the ground-level flame.
It's burned to death. Stop it!
The green jade rod kept struggling and stopped the suction.
The ghost king smiled coldly, and immediately put away the holy fire, and said proudly: Green jade rod, don't play tricks with the old man, or you will be burnt to death. Be obedient and revive the old man's black soul tree! "
bump!
With that, the ghost king had already inserted the green jade rod into the ground.
The dark withered branches felt the strong breath of life on the green jade stick, and suddenly it was like an old tree rejuvenating, tangled up, and then like a snake, winding up, and quickly wrapped the green jade stick. I entered and started to absorb the energy from the green jade rod.
Seeing all this, the ghost king couldn't help laughing with excitement: Very good, very good, my black soul tree, come back to life, I need you! And this time you get the earth-level wood power bonus of the green jade rod, even if Ouyang Feiying is resurrected and comes with the holy fire, it can’t help you, hahaha! "
Is it! "
Suddenly, at this moment, a wicked laugh sounded.
I don't know when, behind the ghost king, a phantom black shadow suddenly appeared, and he said in a sharp voice: This black soul tree is helped by the green jade rod, and it is indeed stronger than a hundred years ago. But don't forget, the sacred fire that Ouyang Feiying burned down the Black Soul Tree was just a handful of sacred flames. If the holy flame of the Holy Fire is born, you little black tree may not be able to withstand it, Jie Jie Jie! "
Is it you? "
With a flick of his brows, the Ghost King's complexion quickly became solemn, as if he was quite jealous...