Professor Zhao put down the chalk in his hand, raised his eyes and swept him, and said in a low voice:

"Yes! The Dark-Ables are doomed to be eliminated. ”

He was silent for a few seconds, and then added in a vicissitudes of tone:

"Didn't you choose me as a major...... Don't worry, it's good to graduate, you have to learn more about mecha professional knowledge, it is good for your future, and cultivating dark ability is just an aid. ”

Wu Xingyu looked at Professor Zhao in the deep twilight, smiled and said:

"I don't think so. ”

"All the ministers, all the generals, think so. Professor Zhao said through gritted teeth.

Wu Xingyu took a deep breath, stood up and said loudly:

"I think the current dilemma of the dark ability is that the cultivation realm is locked, as long as we break through to the first grade, we can prove to the world the importance of the dark ability. ”

"Cut~" There was a boo from behind him.

A smile appeared on the corner of Professor Zhao's mouth, and he raised his hand to greet:

"Classmate, you sit down first. ”

Then, he picked up the chalk and wrote "Dark Energy Overflow" on the blackboard, turned to face Wu Xingyu, and said:

"For those with excellent qualifications, it is not difficult to cultivate to the upper level of the first grade. ”

"However, all Grade A Superior Dark Energy Powers face the same problem. ”

He pointed to the words he had just written, and said word by word:

"Dark energy overflow!"

Wu Xingyu frowned slightly, sat up straight, and listened carefully.

"You must know that our body is like a water cup, and the dark energy obtained from cultivation is stored in cells, once we reach the strength of the first grade, every cell is filled with dark energy, and when the water is full, it will naturally overflow, which is also the fundamental reason why our dark ability has an upper limit of cultivation. ”

"Teacher, I heard that brain cells store the most energy, is it true?" asked a long-haired female student with a raised hand.

"That's good!" Professor Zhao closed the book and explained with great interest: "The capacity of brain cells is millions of times that of other cells!"

The students below looked surprised and touched their foreheads, their little heads were so powerful.

"Mr. Zhao, there are tens of billions of cells in our human brain, and ...... percent of them Most of the cells are dormant. Wu Xingyu recited the research conclusions that were widely circulated on the earth and made up a method, "As long as we continue to mobilize dark energy to impact brain cells, we can activate the dormant storage space, break through the upper limit of cultivation, and reproduce the era of national cultivation!"

Professor Zhao's breathing began to become heavy at some point, and he stood on the podium without saying a word, as if unwilling to break the fantasy picture.

Wu Xingyu glanced at the other party's reaction, secretly heaved, cleared his throat, and raised his voice:

"Mr. Zhao, I can prove it with my own experience. ”

Professor Zhao's body trembled obviously, as if he had finally woken up from a dream, he glanced at Wu Xingyu deeply, and said in a low voice:

"What proof do you use?"

The eyes of the others in the classroom were focused on Wu Xingyu.

"Strength!" he flipped over his desk nimbly and landed lightly in the open space in front of the podium.

Turning to face the other students, hug your fists:

"I'm now a C-level inferior strength, do any of the students here have a C-level or above?"

The students shook their heads and said dissatisfiedly:

"You're so high-level. ”

"Class C doesn't prove your nonsense either. ”

"That's it. ”

Wu Xingyu looked dazed, he didn't expect his words to cause public anger.

"I'll do it. Professor Zhao looked at his back and said lightly, "I'm a first-class inferior dark ability. ”

"Ahh

Wu Xingyu turned his head with difficulty and shouted in his heart:

"I just want to find a second-division opponent!"

He put on a posture and said with a wry smile:

"Teacher Zhao, you have to be merciful. ”

"Don't, don't, you can't talk in the classroom. Professor Zhao smiled and waved his hand, "I'll take you to the martial arts training ground, and the first class will be regarded as extracurricular development!"

In the cheers of everyone, all the teachers and students of the 20th class of Beijing Imperial University, dark energy major (1), a total of five people, rushed to the martial arts training ground in the center of the school.

The soundproof door of the martial arts training ground opened, and there were bursts of shouts.

"It's big!" exclaimed the long-haired girl.

Her name is Qiao Libing, she is not tall, she always likes to shout, she came to a noble family in Shengzhou City, Wu Xingyu vaguely remembered that the Qiao family where she belonged had funded their welfare home.

"Tu Baozi, I don't know. The short-haired young man glanced at her and sneered under his breath.

His name is Wang Zhengye, a native of the capital, and he seems to come here often, and he is not surprised at all by this martial arts training ground that covers an area of 200,000 square meters.

"Wang Zhengye, we are all classmates, and if you say this, it will affect the friendship of the class!" the bespectacled young man walked forward quickly, and said righteously.

His name is Le Zhengming, and Wang Zhengye are neighbors, and the two grew up together, but unfortunately they don't like each other.

"Yo, when did you become the class leader?" Wang Zhengye stopped, clasped his hands to his chest, and sneered.

"You're really forgetful, I've always been your class president in elementary, middle, and high school. Le Zhengming lowered his head and counted while folding his hands, and said in a puzzled tone.

He paused for a second, then said with a sneer on his face:

"As is custom, I'll also be the class president of your stupid one. ”

"Ahh

Fortunately, Le Zhengming was on guard early in the morning, raised his hand to block the opponent's attack, and gathered a large amount of dark energy with his left fist, ready to sneak attack his lower abdomen.

Wu Xingyu saw that the two of them did not agree and started fighting, and flew forward to stop it.

The two people fighting against each other felt a strong wind, turned their heads at the same time, and a black shadow rushed to their faces, exclaiming in their hearts:

"What a monster!"

Bang!

The three of them parted with one touch, Wu Xingyu opened his fists left and right, successfully separated them, turned around and said with a light smile:

"Everyone is classmates, and fighting hurts a lot of anger. ”

Le Zhengming covered his chest and pointed at him:

"Your speed, it's definitely not grade C!"

Wang Zhengye on the right hand side stood up straight, his face full of shock.

It's rare that the two of them are standing in the same trench today.

"I'm really a Grade C. Wu Xingyu spread his hands and explained.

Approaching, he smiled mysteriously, put his hand to his mouth, and whispered:

"That's the advantage of developing brain cells. ”

After saying that, he turned around and chased after Teacher Zhao and Qiao Libing, who were far away.

Wang Zhengye and Le Zhengming glanced at each other, saw each other's intentions, and chased after him.

"Angkor, tell us more about it. ”

"Angkor, wait for us. ”