Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 7 Very Poor Quality

"I want it all."

Yuan Tianren stretched out his hand and clenched five fingers in front of Liang De, with a tone that could not be refuted.

Before Liang De could react, Yuan Tianren had already started giving orders to the three people behind him.

"Dong Tianbao, your steel-like iron body forging method is planted in his skin and bones.

Zhao Tianji, your innate stellar qi is planted in his twelve canons.

Old Chang, your natural supernatural power is planted between his flesh and blood essence and Chong, Dao, Yang Wei, Yin Wei, Yin Qiao, Yang Qiao, and this kid's daily discipline is also entrusted to you.

The three of you just let go and do whatever you want, Ren Du Ermai Tiandi Shuangqiao is free, I will put the last salt in this pot of soup. "

Dong Tianbao was the most impatient, and immediately shouted: "Then what are you waiting for, I still have classes in the afternoon, so I will start working now."

He slapped the floor with one palm, and a violent momentum gushed out from the futon under Liang De, flying Liang De to the top of the three people behind Yuan Tianren.

"Kid, close your eyes and concentrate!"

After Zhao Tianji finished speaking, he raised his arms to support the falling Liang De, then slightly raised his middle finger and threw it about a foot high, causing Liang De's body to turn around in the air with his back facing up. Finally, he raised his index finger and pressed it against Liang De's chest.

Dong Tianbao and Chang Tianwei held the top of Liang De's head and feet respectively, and the three of them met their eyes for a moment, and then they started to exercise their energy at the same time.

Liang De closed his eyes and fell into the darkness. He wanted to concentrate but lost sight of the other, because at this moment three forces of different nature poured in from the top of the head, the chest, and the soles of the feet respectively, which made people overwhelmed.

One is hot and boiling like copper molten iron, which is poured from the top of the head, and after it flows and burns all over the skin of the body, another lava rushes into the depths of the bones. In a daze, Liang De seems to see countless gray fine impurities coming out of the skin and bones. Evaporated and disappeared by the fire, one by one fire seeds spread along with the hot and tyrannical force in the place where they flowed, forming a spontaneous circulation system. Circle after circle, the skin membrane and bones seen in the consciousness gradually hardened and toughened, Bronze metallic sheen.

One is as cold and severe as a fierce north wind, piercing through the chest like a dagger, like the cold current of a big river in the ice flood season, engulfing sharp ice blocks, destroying all obstacles blocking the front.In the darkness, Liang De saw those haggard and dull roots and veins again, only a few of them shone with blood-colored light. At this moment, with the surge of cold current, twelve extraordinarily thick roots were dyed with a sharp and harsh pigment. Bai, the cold current left icy whirlpools at the acupuncture point nodes of the twelve meridians, and the circulation has never ceased since then.

One is dense and thick like a hot spring, which flows from the soles of the feet, making Liang De feel like he is under the warm winter sun, relieving the severe pain caused by the other two forces. Infiltrated into the veins of those roots, the six strands of strange behaviors dyed them into the color of honey amber, and then spread out from the veins, penetrating into the essence of the flesh and blood, as if the sun was shining all over it, so uncomfortable.

Liang De closed his eyes tightly, trying to memorize the way the three forces operate, but he could only remember one scaly claw. Fortunately, the three forces have formed a spontaneous circulation system in his body, so he doesn't need to carry it himself. It is necessary to have a sense of spirituality and let nature take its course.

After a long time, Liang De opened his eyes and found himself lying on the floor.

The night has come, and butter candles have been lit in Lu Xuebu's martial arts hall. The candles are dimly lit, reflecting the blurred texture on the old beech wood floor.

Everyone else had already left, only himself and Chang Tianwei who sat beside him stroking their beards and not saying a word remained.

Feeling the power running in his body and his reborn body, Liang De put his hands on his chest and raised his legs high. With only the strength of his waist and abdomen, he made a movement like a carp, and jumped up from the floor, flying nearly one meter into the air. Then his feet landed firmly, shaking up the dust in the gap.

The body didn't feel any burden, it was like a powerful machine filled with oil, more than ten times more powerful than a man without oil or full of oil-probably not.

"Among the students in this class, you are the one with the worst quality."

Chang Tianwei's voice was neither urgent nor slow, like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

This middle-aged man has a long flowing beard, his gray hair is braided into a thick braid and hangs behind his head. He is wearing a blue cloth gown with a large collar and a right lapel. He looks like a cheerful teacher, but his face The upper ridge line is too rigid and distinct, and it seems a little hostile.

"Mr. Chang, how do you say this? I thought I was just a little late and had done more than one semester less homework than the others." Liang De stretched his neck, puzzled.

"The old man doesn't want to be too rude. From the current point of view, if you want to catch up with the progress, please prepare the spiritual time room."

"Is one year of my practice the same as one day of others' practice?" Liang De laughed inexplicably, "Mr. Chang, please take out the spiritual time room as soon as possible."

Chang Tianwei sighed: "If the old man has a hut where he can only practice for one day a year, how could he be turned into a puppet by Sheng Wuxu. What's your name?"

"Liang De, the virtue of convincing others with virtue."

Chang Tianwei frowned: "Student Liang, I see you smiling, and I don't care much about what I just said. Why, do you have any secret cards as a time traveler? I have taught many students over the years, so I can barely call it You must be well-informed, could it be...you are a good-for-nothing genius among the traversers?"

Secret card?It would be great if I had it, but unfortunately I even searched for the secret underwear, and the thing that looks like a finger all over the body has not turned golden.

Liang De frowned like Chang Tianwei, with a look of helplessness:

"In order to survive, in order to travel back to my hometown, I must go all out, no matter what difficulties I have, I will not be troubled.

I was going to say this, but it's just too hard to keep trying.

I’m just a worthless ordinary person, Mr. Chang, I’m no different before and after time travel. In the past, I couldn’t persevere and work hard for a certain thing. I would fish when I went to work, and I would fall asleep when I read professional books. If the pain exceeds the level of tooth extraction, you must surrender. I know myself all too well. "

Liang De paused, tilted his head and spread his hands towards Chang Tianwei, and said, "To be honest, when death is imminent, I'm afraid, and I have a lot of regrets, but I can't do anything about myself. Teacher Chang, your boss Just figure it out, I will definitely do what I can do, as for other things, such as fighting spirit, blood, etc., just let it go."

Chang Tianwei was stunned for a while, then patted his forehead, and said: "I have seen many people who want to live a new life and want to work ten times and a hundred times harder. You have died and feared crossing, but now you are not afraid of death, nor afraid of death.

That's okay, the old man will teach you the routine, and it's up to you to learn what you're good at. Yuan Tianren and Lin Baolong are the ones to worry about winning or losing in the Lu Academy.

Where did you just say that? "

Liang De picked up the futon and sat down: "Speaking of which, I am the worst-quality student in Sheng Wuxu Private High School."

"That's right, you are born with supernatural power, congenital qi, body forging like steel and iron, plus Mo Feisheng's blood refinement and configuration method, a total of four senior practitioners of the Red Tribulation rank have injected extraordinary power into you, Construct the basic cycle of introductory practice.

After doing this, even the mediocre people in the other world, incompetent to indescribable waste, should prepare to enter the realm of the gods.

But you have only strengthened your meridians and physical body, which is barely equivalent to the level of a freshman who has been in school for two months. "

"Mr. Chang, but I heard from Mr. Mo Feisheng that Qingjie Sword Immortal Sheng Wuxu entered the world at the age of a weak crown. He practiced from a young age until he broke through at the age of 20. He is also at the level of a world-class genius."

"Sheng Wuxu is a 20-year-old Jieyuan walker who cultivated as a mortal in the original world and became the lower rank of Baijie. Although the old man was defeated by his sword, I have to say admiration.

But you people, by chance, entered the ruins of the Sword Immortal from the original world through Kukai, and your soul has undergone a world transmigration, and has been completely transformed. You must know that the difficulty of transmigrating into the world is more than 100 billion times lower than that of ordinary people, but What about you... Firstly, you are a kind of other side, and secondly, your luck is probably not very good. "Chang Tianwei shook his head, "The old man is helpless. "

Bad luck, I knew it when I only paid the guarantee for ten orders.

"What does this shore species mean?"

(End of this chapter)