Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 25

The main building of the Luxue Department is not far from the Wuguan, with red bricks and green tiles, antique.

Liang De followed the phalanx of the Lu School into the classroom, although it was the end of get out of class time, no one came to talk to him.

The unity within the department is to save one's own life, and the students will watch and help each other if they have spare energy, but they are definitely not companions who can be entrusted with their backs.

Teachers such as Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan can only contact students during class time, and they can't talk about other things under the control of the sword fairy relic formation. He will be beaten to death by people from other departments, so there is no need to make friends.

Liang De boredly scribbled and drew in his notebook while waiting for class, until a large shadow appeared, making the light in front of his eyes dim suddenly.

The person in front of Liang De was over two meters tall, his muscles were exaggerated like a tire man, and his skin was bronze-colored and metallic. It was Lin Baolong, the first-year head of the Lu School.

"Yo, long time no see." Liang De greeted.

Lin Baolong nodded in response, and said, "Someone wants to test your quality to see if you are worthy of living."

"Tou Lin, there are only a few minutes after class, so stop talking nonsense.

Classmates, you have to get to know each other. Let's see the truth of this new classmate's strength after entering the world.

I tried my hands with a new classmate, and it was his self-introduction.

There is nothing to say about being beaten to death, it is better than being beaten to death by people from other departments.

If you can't beat him to death, you will be the brothers of Lu Xuebu from now on, and everyone will live and die together. "

Liang De looked in the direction where the voice came from, and there was a big square man standing at the back of the classroom standing out from the crowd, and everyone else had moved away from sight, leaving only two people looking at each other.

This big man is over two meters tall, slightly shorter than Lin Baolong, but his body thickness is almost twice that of Lin Baolong's. The alienated and inflated muscles fill the four dimensions. The whole person is boxy, looks like a refrigerator, and even his head is Wrapped by well-developed muscles, the scalp is also covered with muscles, boxy.

Liang De had seen this person's profile on his mobile phone, and it was hard not to remember his special appearance.

The first-year study committee member of the Lu School, Shan Futian, has a record of killing 5 people from the Air School and 5 people from the Sea School.

When I read the information, I thought that this person took photos to prank P, but I didn’t expect that he really looked like this. What did the study committee members learn to become like this...

The bronze color of Shan Futian's whole body is thicker than that of Lin Baolong. This is a sign that Dong Tianbao's steel-like iron forging method has been practiced to the depth. His attainments in this kung fu are even deeper than that of the prefect Lin Baolong.

Liang De stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "I didn't know the rules when I first came here. Should I just start working or change places?"

"Refreshing!" Shan Futian's whole body was covered with red copper luster, his blood vessels swelled, and his veins were swollen. The whole body charged violently, easily crushing the desks and chairs in front of him, and pushed his palms straight towards Liang De. Come.

Crazy and tyrannical blood exploded from his palms, the fluorescent tubes above the classroom exploded in the aftermath, the three-leaf ceiling fan turned wildly, and the whole classroom seemed to have entered the center of an earthquake.

The true biography of Dong Tianbao from Lu School Department, giving up the Prajna Palm!

Liang De immediately leaned back on the sliding shovel, and rushed forward against the strong wind. When his legs shoveled to Shan Futian's crotch, they wrapped and tied his legs like live snakes, and then moved forward with the sliding shovel. Continue to pull with strength, wanting to push Shan Futian forward with his palms flat and down from the pull.

Shan Futian felt that his lower body was shaking, and he didn't want to stabilize his figure at all. Guided by his fighting instinct, he fell forward directly, and the red copper-colored palms on his chest buzzed and printed on Liang De's chest and abdomen on the ground. .

Liang De wanted to try the strength of the first-year student committee of the Lu Academy, so he stretched out two palms, and with the same posture, he pushed flatly to intercept him in the middle. He faced Shan Futian's four palms, and there were explosions immediately, his sleeves were broken, and his flesh was bloody. .

Shan Futian grinned ferociously, and unreasonably doubled the output of his tyrannical palm. Liang De's two arm bones were crushed from top to bottom into two piles of bone residue, which were pressed together with the flesh and blood on his arm, which happened to be two fragile pieces. Bone Pie.

The ninth form of giving up the Prajna palm, hammering and cracking the lotus platform.

If one goes to the depths of Buddhism's superior martial arts, it must be resolved with brilliant Buddhism, otherwise it will be very easy to go crazy.

Dong Tianbao's Prajna palm of abandoning precepts does the opposite. He does not cultivate good fruits in his life, but only loves to kill and set fire. This palm technique goes out of fire in the first practice, and insane in the second practice. The muscles and bones suffered so much, and then burst out the most tyrannical dragon-elephant power in the extreme pain and madness!

Liang De entangled Shan Futian's legs and tightened them inward, trying to crush his ankle bones with his rigid and soft snake body, but his thick, almost abnormally developed muscles and hypertrophic fat layer could not resist it.

I'll go, no wonder there is a saying in the boxing world that it is better to hit a wall than mess with a refrigerator, this body has a strong defense.

Shan Futian raised his hand and slapped it down again, pushing his forging like steel to its peak, and there was a sonorous sound of forging from the skin, tendons and bones.

A shattered red copper-colored swastika emerged in the palm of his hand, sparks like molten iron bloomed, and the wild flames brought high heat that burned the eyes.

The third form of giving up the Prajna palm, burning Lingshan with fire!The target is Liang De's face.

Under the cover of the raging flames, Shan Futian twisted his left hand behind his back, pulled Bodhi upside down, pierced through his crotch, and grabbed Liang De's lower abdomen.

"die!"

"Sorry, it's still a little bit close."

Liang De firmly grasped Shan Futian's palms.

Fuck, both hands are useless, what did he use to grab me!

Is it! ! !

Let go of me! ! !

Amid the violent wriggling and frictional interference of the thing tightly wrapped around Shan Futian's wrist, the red copper cooled down and the wild flames dissipated.

Those were Liang De's hands and arms, which were bones a second ago, and now they are as good as ever, with a faint amber luster.

Lu Xuebu often breaks Xuanzhen's biography, born with supernatural power and battlefield therapy.

Wrap your feet around your ankles and grab your wrists with your hands.

Liang De ignited Ren Du's second pulse engine, and his torso turned rapidly on the spot.

Shan Futian's prism-like limbs remained motionless, while Liang De's abnormally flexible limbs had already twisted into a twist.

Immediately afterwards, Liang De suddenly stood on his head with his head as a fulcrum, his limbs were firmly fixed and he pulled Shan Futian from the ground. The twisted limbs spread out like rubber bands in the opposite direction, bursting out of the accumulated strength, and the sound of breaking apart was like an iron zither breaking strings. !

In the next moment, Shan Futian's huge blocky body was swirled and flew out.

With a bang, the high-speed rotating human body that was thrown by the flying force landed hard and smashed through the floor, directly falling to the next floor.

After a long time, Shan Futian's voice came out from the hole in the human form.

"I'm fucking crazy. How much grade point does Mo Feisheng's private tutoring class cost? Is it still recruiting?"

Liang De stretched his arms and pulled Shan Futian up from the second floor.

This big square guy was also free and easy, patted the dust and bricks on his body, and thanked Liang De.

Lin Baolong activated the authority of the prefect to restore the messy classroom. This is a free function provided in the main buildings of the various departments of the Sword Immortal Ruins, and does not need to consume grade points.

The first-year students of Lu School who were standing or sitting in the classroom all stood up and introduced themselves to Liang De one by one.

They have different faces, with smiling or cold expressions, they are real people.

This does not include Thrips, the sports committee member who looks like a desert flower among the giant cactus-like muscular men in the Lu Academy still dozes off on the table, probably because he introduced himself to Liang De in the last class , too lazy to do it again.

After everyone had greeted Liang De, Lin Baolong held out his hand to Liang De and said:

"Welcome to the Lu Academy. There are no other rules here. Living together and dying together is fake. The first priority is your own life, and the lives of others in the department. If you can help, you can help, and if you can't, you will be dragged down."

"Okay." Liang De held his hand, "I think it's okay."

The class bell rang, and all the first-year students in the Lu School were seated. This class is a compulsory advanced knowledge of the original world walker.

Chang Duanxuan stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom.

(End of this chapter)