Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil!

Lin Ping'an, damn it, this damn technique hurts... it really hurts!

Damn it! The price is too high!

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuancyful!”

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Through the glass of the back door, the principal peeked at the situation in the class and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, he also secretly tried the yellow-level skill Demon Body of Pain.

But after persisting for seven or eight minutes, he immediately chose to give up. The experience at that time was no better than those of these students.

Fortunately, no one was around at the time, so a wave of social deaths was avoided.

In this regard, he was extremely grateful that he had reached the peak level of the third level, and the yellow level skills no longer had much effect on the opponent.

Otherwise, it would be really hard to make a decision for a while.

Although this technique is said to be ridiculously effective, it is really not practiced by humans.

Of course, for the principal, even if he does not practice, he can encourage his students to practice.

Anyway, knowing the cruelty of the battlefield, he would rather hope that students shed more tears in normal times, rather than hope that they can only bleed and lament in vain in the future.

Besides, on the bright side, these pains are also a kind of training, which can make people more tolerant of pain and strengthen their will.

According to gossip, the higher-ups have always felt that the new generation of warriors is too weak and lacks willpower, and may be about to reform and implement more radical methods.

Now, things look great on the surface, but who can say for sure in the future!

If you want to stand in the forest of all races in the world for a long time, you cannot tolerate any luck or weakness.

What's more, now the human race is still unable to dominate all races, and can only barely hold on to its basic base.

In the afternoon of that day, the principal took the time to call over the head teachers and told them to take blood injections.

After all, all the previous work has been prepared. If we don't take the opportunity to supervise, it will be a waste.

Moreover, judging from the intentions of the Martial Arts Association, they want to promote it throughout the city. If this trend of practicing cultivation cannot be followed immediately, they will not be able to catch up.

After a while, the limelight of the martial arts college entrance examination will probably be taken away by other high schools in Tianyang City.

You know, competition is everywhere, even No. 1 Middle School is also facing the prying eyes of other high schools, No. 2 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School.

In a city, the number of good students is limited, and the annual college entrance examination may affect the enrollment of new students.

Rise and fall are often just a thought.

Starting from No. 1 Middle School when practicing The Demonic Body of Pain, you must achieve maximum results in No. 1 Middle School, otherwise, you will be disqualified.

As for Lin Ping'an, the origin of everything, or the beginning of the wind of cultivation, although the principal was somewhat optimistic, he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, there is still some time before the college entrance examination. During this period, he has become a first-class warrior, which is just a little bit ahead.

As long as other well-qualified students persevere and catch up, it won't take long for them to catch up or even surpass them.

If tomorrow is the college entrance examination and there is not enough time for other students to grow, then it is worth paying attention and giving some extra bets.

But right now, there is no need to pay too much attention.

By the time of the national college entrance examination, if nothing unexpected happened, Lin Ping'an would have disappeared from everyone.

There will be some limelight, but not much.

In the most dazzling position, he would not exist at all.

Thinking of this, the principal sighed again for some reason.

pity!

what a shame!

Every time, the biggest opportunity at that stage will be missed. It can only be said that fate is wasted and everything is already doomed.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an, who was working hard to practice and create skills in the hotel, didn't know that because of his hidden clumsiness, many people sighed.

Of course, maybe after he found out, he would just snicker with a calm expression.

After all, this is the effect Lin Ping'an wants to achieve, or the result that has been planned long ago.

He not only explained the source of his strength with reasonable evidence, but also quietly hid his true situation.

All in all, from now on, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to reveal his strength above level three, he can easily explain it clearly.

It will also not attract the prying eyes of others.

After all, a person who can endure pain and relies on the yellow-level skill Pain Demonic Body to practice, but has been locked to the upper limit, is not worthy of in-depth attention.

If it weren't for this arrangement, when Lin Ping'an, an ordinary person with low qualifications, showed first-class strength before other classmates with better qualifications, it would attract countless interested people to spy on him.

Alone, and just a helpless orphan, without a strong background.

If you jump around in such a situation, you don't know how you will die.

With his continuous efforts, the progress of bone forging of the first-grade lower limbs continued to increase.

24 yuan... 25 yuan... 26 yuan...

As the progress increases, the upper limit of energy and blood is also increasing, and the overall strength is also constantly rising.

In addition, the progress of the skills created also continues to increase.

38%…39%…40%…

A two-pronged approach to improve simultaneously.

The next day, early morning.

The front desk of a private hospital in Tianyang City.

A muscular man with a muscular body and an intimidating aura approached and asked in a cold tone.

Hey...check for me which ward Zhou Qiang is in. I am his uncle.

Hearing such rude words, the little nurse raised her head angrily, and was instantly trembling with shock.

Wait... wait... wait... I... I'll check... in... in... ward 4... ward 403...

Hearing this, the strong man nodded without saying anything. He turned and walked inside, the aura emanating from his body getting colder and colder.

When he walked away, the little nurse breathed a sigh of relief, patted her body and murmured softly.

Hmph! Why are you so mean? Who are you showing off with such a stinky face! It's not the first time I've seen a warrior, this is the first time I've seen someone like this. It's like everyone owes him...

On the other side, the strong man walked up to the fourth floor. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Zhou Qiang's class teacher Zheng Di taking the initiative to step forward.

Brother Zhou, you are finally here! Xiaoqiang is inside.

A moment later, when the strong man Zhou Shang saw the miserable state of his nephew, he almost burst into anger.

After a long while, he suppressed his anger and called Zheng Di away to find a quiet place to ask for details.

In this regard, Zheng Di naturally chose to tell everything and explain the situation without hiding anything.

The more Zhou Shang listened, the angrier he became, burning with anger and showing a trace of coercion.

Lin Ping'an? Orphan? You're really looking for death! Damn bitch! Don't let him be!

On the other side, after Zheng Di felt the breath, his eyes narrowed wildly and he couldn't help but ask.

Zhou... Brother Zhou... you... have you broken through to the fourth level... have you broken through to become an intermediate warrior?

Zhou Shang nodded and did not deny this.

Seeing this, Zheng Di's eyes turned sharply. While he was happy that the bet was correct, he couldn't help but decide to continue to raise the bet.

Brother Zhou, that little beast has taken leave and should be at home. I'll find a way to find the address. By then, it will be round or flat for you to rub.