Luo Huan walked towards the dormitory building with great interest, and he had a smile like a spring breeze on his face: Things are becoming more and more exciting, and they can finally make me calm down and cultivate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suzaku Academy operates on a boarding system and only has one day off per week.

This school is big enough, and a reserve gunman with the worst qualifications like Luo Huan can also be mixed into a single room.

Of course, this treatment is unique to the Spear Cadet Department. It is another department, such as the technician department that makes Yaohuang's firearms. They had to squeeze four or eight people into a room.

Using the crystal card key to open the door, Luo Huan looked inside and out of the dormitory. He was quite satisfied: "It feels pretty good, much better than the accommodation conditions in the shooting gallery before." ”

The dormitory is not only equipped with living facilities, but even the doors and windows are full of soundproof formations.

After closing the doors and windows, the room became unusually peaceful. It is perfect for meditation in an ashram.

"I don't know if today's cultivation can bring me some surprises." Luo Huan found a comfortable position to sit down.

After practicing at home for two days, Luo Huan was disappointed to find that the so-called ice and fire reversed each other, and the so-called cultivation was dangerous, but it was actually nothing more than Er'er. It sounds scary, but it's actually not that hard.

What the practitioner has to overcome is only psychological fear, but also double the consumption of mental and physical strength.

It's like an ultra-high voltage tower for live maintenance, or a high-altitude wingsuit flight. It may seem dangerous, but as long as you do it correctly, you won't be in danger of your life.

Closing his eyes, Luo Huan entered a new round of cultivation today.

After just two days of practice at home, the cultivation process became as natural as breathing.

It's the same with anything, if you use up the last bit of potential in your body to do it – it won't be long before it becomes as natural as breathing.

Through inward visualization, Luo Huan saw the operation of the ice and fire cyclone.

Compared to the scene on the day when the power inheritance was accepted, the red and white true qi consumed each other, today's cyclone has become distinct.

The cyclone in the Luo Huan dantian -- it is no longer right to call it a cyclone.

To be exact, it is similar to the dynamic diagram of atomic structure that he saw in popular science programs.

"I don't know what a situation like mine is?" Luo Huan counted, and after two days of overload cultivation, the number of red and white meteors dragging their tails increased by two. There are already four red, four white and eight meteors.

"It's great that the cyclone has been upgraded from a "carbon atom" structure to an "oxygen atom" structure. If you push harder, you may be able to turn it into a neon atom structure. I've heard that the structure is quite stable. ”

Perhaps it was affected by the duel seven days later. Today's true qi is running smoothly and more smoothly than yesterday.

After withdrawing from the meditation, Luo Huan couldn't help but face a problem: in the case of a sudden increase in survival pressure, his cultivation speed would steadily increase.

And the cultivation process is no longer boring, because the imminent pressure of survival makes him feel a sense of death pleasure rippling in his heart.

Now the foreseeable thing is that once he wins the duel. This smooth and steady lifting speed will disappear without a trace. Even the kind of fascination in his heart now will be gone.

"Is it only by constantly dying that I can get such a speed?" Luo Huan thought about it for a while, and he decided to continue along the path of death: "If you want to live in this world, you can't do without the guarantee of strong strength. In order to gain strong strength, let me continue to have fun. ”

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Overnight, Luo Huan suddenly found himself the focus of the academy. The gamble of his life and death fight with Han Yu has spread throughout Tianyin City.

Even when I was eating in the cafeteria in the morning, I could hear someone talking to each other: "Look, it's this self-defeating freshman who dares to challenge Han Yu." He's dead this time. ”

"Looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like a hidden master. Lost, I shouldn't have bought what he won. ”

"The latest news, my cousin's second uncle is working in the Ming family. According to him, Han Yu was already able to condense special attribute bombs, flame bombs, and Xunfeng bombs. ”

"Oh my God, the Sunwind bomb is flying at supersonic speeds. At a distance of thirty meters, no one could dodge. ”

"I heard that Han Yu's handicap has been closed, and the odds can't even be one-to-one. Luo Huan's handicap is a total loss. ”

"Tell me quickly, what is full compensation?"

"That is, the bookmaker does not make money, only commissions. As long as Luo Huan wins, all the money won by Han Yu will be lost proportionally. ”

Hearing the conversation of others, Luo Huan suddenly felt that breakfast had become delicious, as if he had not eaten such delicious steamed buns for a long time.

With such good odds, if you don't buy yourself to win, you're sorry for your move to go to the ring.

In order not to worry his father, Luo Huan also took the time to go home.

"Xiaohuan, don't you have class this afternoon?" Luo Mi put down the newspaper in his hand, and he looked up at his son: "Why did you go home today?" ”

Luo Huan glanced at the back of the newspaper, which read in huge letters, "Blood Ring!" Suzaku Academy is making a comeback, preparing for a life-and-death fight between gunmen! ”

It seemed that even if he didn't say it, Luo Mi would soon find out about it.

"I had a conflict with someone at school. In order to solve the problem as soon as possible, I agreed with him to duel in six days. Luo Huan decided to be honest and dishonest.

Luo Mi put down the newspaper, he looked up at his son, "Are you sure you can win?" ”

"I'm not going to ask for a duel without being completely sure." Luo Huan nodded firmly: "Duel that guy with me, he is dead." ”

Luo Mi looked down at the newspaper again: "If you can win, why do you two want to duel?" ”

"That guy took a fancy to my pistol and wanted to blackmail me." Luo Huan wrote lightly: "I broke one of his fingers, and then sent him a dueling request. ”

"Kid, I didn't say you. That bastard doesn't blackmail people, he runs to blackmail you. Do you have to find the reason in yourself? Luo Mi admonished without raising his head: "I have always taught you to be kind to others, don't you understand this truth?" ”

Luo Huan asked his father seriously: "I didn't send a duel invitation to other classmates, but I insisted on killing him." Shouldn't he look for the reason in himself? When someone asks for my gun, I'll give it away. What if he wants his life next time? Do I give or don't give? ”

"You have a point, my son is not an unreasonable person." Luo Mi nodded approvingly: "Don't worry to do it boldly, Dad supports you." ”

Hearing his father's support, Luo Huan happily returned to school.

Seeing the child go out, Luo Mi let go of the newspaper in his hand. Where his fingers held the newspaper, two clear black palm prints were left.

As Romi let go of her hand, the smell of burnt paper filled the room.