Late at night the next day, Xia Fan took the first forging pill under the waterfall behind the mountain of Zhanzhou University.

It was still a familiar feeling of severe pain, but this time Xia Fan didn't shout out.

The rushing waterfall impact relieved his pain on him, and Xia Fan sat cross-legged, gritting his teeth and holding on.

The sharp pain lasted for about an hour before it subsided, but Xia Fan's consciousness was already a little blurred at this time.

Struggling to leave the waterfall, Xia Fan clenched his fists.

He had completely absorbed this forging pill, and the tendons of his two arms had been completely forged.

Xia Fan could clearly feel that his arm strength had increased by about fifty percent.

And as a second-level extreme first-order martial artist, fifty percent of his rank is equivalent to double the increase of an ordinary first-order martial artist.

After all, now he can hit 900 kilograms of strength without using martial arts.

"It's not in vain that I suffered so much to become a second-level extreme first-order martial artist, and now it seems that it is still worth it."

Xia Fan muttered to himself, and staggered down the mountain.

Under the torture just now, his eyes are now ghosted, and his vision is becoming more and more blurred.

"I can't come tomorrow, I have to rest for two days."

Xia Fan thought as he walked, and before he knew it, he walked for half an hour, but he still didn't see the path down the mountain.

The mountain breeze blew, and a burst of coolness came to his face, Xia Fan was excited, and he was sober for most of the time, looking at the sporadic lights of the school in the distance, Xia Fan couldn't help but laugh at himself.

After walking for half an hour, he actually took the wrong road, went in the opposite direction, and ran to the top of the mountain.

Just as Xia Fan cheered up and was about to go down the mountain, a stone tablet not far in front of him caught his attention.

Curious, he leaned over to take a look, and there were six words written on the stele.

"Martyrs' Mausoleum of Zhanzhou University"

These six words are extremely solemn block letters, and the attached name is the first president of Zhanzhou University, Mo Xiangxi.

"It turns out that the mausoleum in the back mountain mentioned by the mentor is on this mountain, no wonder there is not a single demon beast on this mountain, it should have all been cleaned up."

Xia Fan thought to himself.

He knew that this martyr's mausoleum was erected by the old principal when the school was founded, but most of it was buried by teachers and students who died in battle ten years ago.

Sighing, he glanced at the marble door behind the stele.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to go in and bow anyway.

He has been cultivating on this mountain for more than a month, and he will continue to cultivate here in the future, he didn't know it before, but now that he knows, he should say hello to the heroic spirits buried here.

After tidying up his clothes, Xia Fan slowly walked into the Martyrs' Mausoleum in Zhanzhou.

As soon as you enter, you will be greeted by a dense and neatly arranged tombstone, which is endless at a glance, stretching to the end of the night, and you can't see the edge.

Seeing this scene, Xia Fan was stunned.

Zhanzhou University suffered heavy casualties ten years ago, and Li Mad had told him about it, so he was not surprised at this moment.

Looking at these tombstones, Xia Fan bowed slightly.

In the dark night, a gust of wind blew through the ground, blowing up a lot of fallen leaves, making the mausoleum full of gloomy feeling, if people who don't know suddenly break into here, I'm afraid they will be scared out of illness.

But Xia Fan didn't feel scared at all.

Ever since he saw the thousands of soldiers killed on the battlefield yesterday, he had a new sense of life and death.

Not to mention whether there are ghosts in the world, even if there are ghosts, will these people who died fighting for the faith in their hearts hurt him?

The answer is no.

So at this moment, there is no fear in his heart, only sadness.

Just then, a huge stone monument caught his attention in the depths of the night.

The stele is ten meters high, standing in the middle of endless tombstones, making it stand out from the crowd.

Xia Fan squinted his eyes, and in the dark night, he could only see that it seemed to be densely written with words.

Subconsciously walked over, Xia Fan finally saw the two big characters on the top of the tombstone.

"Oath Monument"

As the name suggests, this is supposed to be an oath made by someone, and in order to express their determination, a monument was erected.

Carefully bypassing a pile of tombstones, Xia Fan got a little closer, and finally saw everything on the tombstones.

……

"In 2058, 50 years after the rise of martial arts, 30 years after the rise of the demon clan, and 12 years since the establishment of Zhanzhou University, August 25.

Wuzhou, a large city in the north, was attacked by the demon king of Baimang Mountain, hundreds of thousands of demon beasts besieged the city, and nearly half of the tens of millions of civilians in the city were killed and injured.

Our Zhanzhou University sent thirty tutors to help Wuzhou.

However, the demon clan is strong, and Wuzhou is in danger.

Wuzhou is the city of the northern town, its status is almost the same as our war state, if Wuzhou is broken, then the whole north is in danger, and the north is in danger of Kyoto.

Under the high-level deliberation of Huaguo, a super nuclear weapon codenamed "Deepavali" was used against the monster.

Under the nuclear weapons, Baimang Mountain was wiped out, hundreds of thousands of demon beasts were killed and injured, and the danger of Wuzhou was solved.

On the same day, in Kyoto, five students from Zhanshu University led by Chen Shen defeated the other two famous universities and won the first martial arts exchange competition, becoming the first martial arts university worthy of the name.

Within a day, the prestige of my Zhanzhou University had reached its peak.

However, the destruction of Baimang Mountain completely angered the demon clan.

In order to give the human race a warning, that night, the Heavenly Demon King, one of the twelve heavenly kings of the demon clan, came to my Zhanzhou University.

With the strength of the peak of the ninth order, he slaughtered the teachers and students of my Zhanzhou University.

In order to protect the teachers and students of Zhanzhou University, his mentor Mo Xiangxi fought to the death with him, and finally lost the enemy and died of exhaustion.

The 268 instructors stationed in the school, in order to protect the students, fought to the death under the command of the Heavenly Demon King, and none of them retreated, and all of them died in battle.

Under their protection.

Of the 4,128 students in the school, including 230 ordinary staff, 432 survived.

Afterwards, in order to deter our human race, the Heavenly Demon King cut off the head of his mentor Mo Xiangxi and stored it in the Hall of Merit of Heavenly Demon Mountain.

Since then, the mentor who dedicated his life to mankind and founded Zhanzhou University has become a taboo for the demon race to show off his exploits and the human race to keep his mouth shut.

My Zhanzhou University has also become a victim of the demon race's intimidation of the human race.

Although the students were aggrieved in their hearts, they had no complaints about the morale of the human race.

If the teacher has knowledge, so it is.

……

Our Zhanzhou University was founded 12 years ago, when Zhanzhou City was established for ten years, and the war continued, and countless border soldiers died on the battlefield, leaving orphans and widows.

The teacher took pity on the orphans who had no way to learn martial arts, founded Zhanzhou University, and took the eight words "overcoming obstacles and moving forward" as the school motto.

In the next twelve years, a large number of outstanding tutors gathered in Zhanzhou from all over the country and sowed their efforts on this land, so that there was the glory of Zhanzhou University.

The students are dull, and their merits are not as good as one percent of those of their teachers and other teachers.

But students also know honor and disgrace and know grievances.

At the beginning, the students were lonely, but thanks to the acceptance of their mentors, they were qualified to step into the path of martial arts, and they have today's achievements.

Now in a desperate situation, taking over as the second president of Zhanzhou University, I am terrified.

May you swear by this!

I, Duan Yan, will devote my life to reviving my Zhanzhou University, and live up to the trust of my teacher and all my mentors!

But if one day, I can welcome back the head of my teacher from the Heavenly Demon Mountain, and the scenery will be buried, and the shame of my Zhanzhou University will be completely washed away......

Then even if I Duan Yan dies without a place to be buried, and never enters reincarnation, I will not hesitate!

—August 30, 2058.

Duan Yan, the second president of Zhanzhou University, stood on the ground crying. ”