Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was September 30, and it was early in the morning.

In a bright and spacious classroom, students from the third class of accounting sat attentively.

Crash.

From time to time, there is the sound of turning the pages of a book.

This is the second course of ideological and moral cultivation, which is basically set up by every university, and it is regarded as one of the basic courses. Han Dong, who is a member of the class, is sitting in the last row with Lin Zekai.

While martial arts students don't have to take classes, basic courses are not.

Any institution has a rule that martial arts students can not attend professional classes, but they must take basic courses, otherwise they will be punished, and in serious cases, they will even be ordered to drop out.

"Yes. ”

"The teacher is right. ”

Han Dong sighed in a low voice, looked at the blackboard intently, and sighed at the importance of ideological cultivation.

"As for it. Lin Zekai pouted.

He understands too.

This is because the school is worried about the moral corruption of martial arts students, and relies on force to carry out bad behavior.

But even if there are really short-tempered martial arts students, they can't do anything too much.

Because the iron rules of the martial arts world are ...... Last year, there were martial arts students who circulated the internal force of the fog under the public eye, such as performing the scene of breaking iron bars with empty hands, but before the next day, they disappeared directly, and it was estimated that they died.

There are iron rules in the martial arts world, who dares to be presumptuous?

Even the generals and even the martial arts have never heard of a wanton display of force, and it is estimated that they are equally jealous.

"Hey. ”

"Are you really listening?" Lin Zekai looked surprised and confused.

At least he listened to the class himself, and it only felt boring and meaningless.

Call.

Han Dong exhaled and said in a low voice, "Well, this class is very meaningful. ”

The course of ideological cultivation can only slightly affect the martial arts students, which is equivalent to the subtle edification, so no one cares.

But Han Dong is very different.

As early as after the first time he was activated, he began to read some books on mental cultivation, and even voted for them, because if he properly controlled his emotions, he could control his madness.

"Still. ”

"It shouldn't be needed at the moment. ”

Han Dong slowly closed his eyes, listened to the voice of the lecturer in his ears, listened to the birds chirping outside the window, and savored the inspiration in his mind.

Inspiration is never something ethereal.

This is a mysterious sense outside the three realms of martial arts, when the consciousness is strong to a certain extent, it is naturally born, which is equivalent to sight, hearing, and smell.

After a while.

Han Dong exhaled, opened his eyes, and looked around the neat classroom where the sound of the podium echoed, there were two or three girls watching romance TV series, and three or five boys sleeping on their stomachs.

As for Zhang Hao, he sat in the third row.

Although it was more than ten meters away, with Han Dong's eyesight, he could even see the faintly white side face under the jet-black hair.

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong pondered for a while, and simply looked out the window.

The run-in period for advancing to the martial arts realm has not yet ended, and it is estimated that it will take another day or two. Moreover, the tumbling of the internal force of the condensing fog was too violent, causing his usual movements to be extremely gentle.

In fact, this is more common in the martial arts world.

However, all martial arts practitioners who have experienced a surge in strength in a short period of time are difficult to control their strength, and they must adapt to the new strength of the increase through the stake.

"Luckily. ”

"I have painted mountain piles on my body, Rao is not practicing the first mountain realm, and it also has miraculous effects. It is estimated that in two or three days, the new force will be properly controlled. ”

Han Dong secretly bowed his head.

A profound pile skill is the absolute foundation of the three realms of martial arts, and the technique is equally important, after all, the lethality of pure brute force is far inferior to that of the technique.

"There are enough techniques in my control at the moment. ”

"In martial arts, there are not many noble essences. The southern expedition of thousands of miles has reached the level of deity, and then it is the technique of flying three thousand. ”

In terms of technique, Han Dong is not worried.

At present, the most noteworthy thing is the change of the internal force of the condensation, and he has an inexplicable premonition, perhaps once the run-in period passes, the internal force of the condensation will immediately turn into a liquid internal force.

Twitter.

As the birds flew by outside the window, the moral and moral class finally ended, and the students began to leave the classroom impatiently.

Because this is the last lesson.

October 1 is a seven-day holiday. Some of the students from nearby areas had already bought their tickets early and were ready to go home.

......

Crash.

A boy packed up his books, glanced at Han Dong and Lin Zekai who were sitting in the back row, and whispered to his dark-faced roommate next to him: "Han Dong, the martial arts student in our class, shouldn't it be the Emperor of the Umbrella who has been uploaded on the forum?"

"I don't know. ”

The swarthy boy shook his head, not paying attention.

He didn't comment on it, and he didn't want to pay too much attention to it, his own affairs hadn't been dealt with yet, so how could he have the heart to watch any academic forum.

......

"Look, the last row. ”

"Han Dong and the others are safe, and they are not in a hurry at all. ”

The two girls were talking to each other, and their eyes flashed with longing, the martial arts students were enviable, and the martial arts student Han Dong, who shook the inside and outside of the school, and indifferently faced all the waves, made them secretly fascinated.

Pity.

Han Dong rarely chatted with his classmates.

Even during the two days of class, he sat in the last row with Lin Zekai, silently, and it was surprising that he was low-key.

This is too much contrast with the title of Emperor Qingyu.

"Alas, I didn't have a chance to talk to you. ”

It is estimated that only Zhang Hao can chat with Han Dong. Although Xu Jiawei was more beautiful, it didn't make Han Dong very enthusiastic. The two girls left the classroom together.

Meanwhile.

Holding a thermos water cup in the palm of a white and tender hand, he walked to the last row, and it was Zhang Hao, whose face had recovered to be pretty and ruddy: "I'll go back to Suhe in the afternoon, my dad will pick me up, together." ”

"Nope. ”

Han Dong was stunned and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Okay, why don't you go back to Suhe. Zhang Hao pursed his lips, wearing a pure white undershirt and a light blue denim jacket, looking delicate and smart.

With a pair of small white shoes, it looks quite clean.

Han Dong said, "Of course you have to go back." If I don't go back, Xiaoqian will definitely hate me to death. There are a few things that need to be taken care of, though. ”

In fact, he also wants to go home, and he can't wait.

But today's physical condition is difficult to master. If something happens, it can be said that you will regret it for life, and it is better to wait for two or three days.

After all

The run-in period is almost over.

......

Night falls.

Shrouded in the night, Jiangnan University has few students, and it is no longer the lively scene of the past, and the dormitory buildings have become empty when the holiday is approaching.

The deserted atmosphere permeates the whole school.

It seems that the temperature in the school has also dropped a little.

Barking.

A puppy was running on the side of the road, but after two laps, it stopped running, staring at Han Dong who was standing in the dim woods with black eyes.

Woof.

The puppy barked tentatively.

After hesitating for a while, the puppy retreated again and again, the four little short legs trembled, and the black eyes flashed with fear, as if they felt a terrifying threat that was extremely strong and gradually born.

Like a wild beast from ancient times, lying in front of it.

Barking!

The puppy barked twice, and then ran away without looking back.

Whew.

The air gradually flows, dissipating the sound of the wind.

Han Dong was wearing the short-sleeved clothes on weekdays, standing in the woods, his feet had already sunk into the mud, as if he was carrying an incomparable weight, and he was inexplicably heavy.

Rustling.

There is a subtle sound of leaves all around.

As time passed, Han Dong's feet sank deeper and deeper into the dirt, and the internal force of the condensation in his body was changing at the last moment, even causing the blood flow rate to increase, making the muscles and bones click, and making the skin on the surface of his body glow with a shimmer.

"It's not close. ”

Han Dong's eyes were full of tranquility, like a mirror lake.

While standing and drawing the stump, he carefully experienced the transformation of the form of internal forces...... It is stronger than before, more solid than before, as if it is gradually turning into a gurgling stream of water flowing through the body.

This is the process of sublimation of the internal force of the condensate into a liquid internal force.

Although he had a premonition, at this time, Han Dong was still a little surprised-with the Blood Condensation Martial Artist Realm had the characteristics of the Blood-Washing Martial Artist Realm in advance, and it was a liquid internal force!

This should be the third time to go beyond the limit.

The first and second grades have 30,000 catties of internal strength.

The second and first grade have the strength of the condensing fog form in advance.

As for the third time, it is happening here and now...... Those eyes, containing a determined and heavy mountain-like gaze, seem to have a glittering essence.

I don't know how long it took.

Crash!

The speed of blood flow in the body seems to have reached its peak, and the internal force also expands, bursting out with a mysterious and difficult to hide might, as if the air flow is rushing to disperse, instantly blowing short sleeves, followed by a slow contraction in the body.

All is calm again.

Everything seems to be wishing.

Han Dong slowly let go of the painted mountain pile, secretly felt the internal force like a silk stream of water, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile: "Liquid internal force...... It's done!"