"You said so many people, so you are so cheap."

Zhang Hao kicked the other party's xià'tǐ and ribs one after another, it would be good if he didn't provoke others, but there were still people who came to provoke him.

The entire corridor was quiet, and many people unconsciously clamped xià'tǐ, as if there was a feeling of numbness.

A preparatory student kicked a regular student in the lecture hall, no matter what the result is, Zhang Hao and this unknown brother will become famous.

Seeing that the other party was unconscious, Zhang Hao tidied up his clothes and walked upstairs.

"Haha, Du Chen let the preparatory student beat, isn't this guy very arrogant?" Someone squatted down and took a few photos of Du Chen very professionally, especially a few obvious footprints on the white suit, giving a few close-ups.

"Who is that preparatory student, who dares to beat Du Shao, even if he enters the academy, he can't get mixed up." The two men who spoke, although their voices were small, were full of schadenfreude.

"How do I feel that prep student is familiar?" Qingqing only looked at Zhang Hao's back, but he still recognized it, with surprise in his eyes, although this Du Chen's strength is not very good, he is also a martial apprentice level six, and he should be higher than Zhang Hao.

At this time, Zhang Hao was honestly standing at the door of the office, and in front of him was Zheng Gong, the person in charge of the martial arts hall he was looking for.

Zheng Gong said lightly: "You performed well on the first floor. ”

Zhang Hao smiled honestly: "You have seen it all." ”

In fact, when Zhang Hao came in, he saw that the entire wall was full of monitoring equipment, and the sweat on the white suit's face was clearly illuminated.

Zheng Gong didn't bother with this, there were seven or eight battles like Wutang every day, if it weren't for the fact that Zhang Hao was just a preparatory student, he wouldn't even be interested in watching it.

"Come with me."

Zheng Gong took Zhang Hao to another room, and said as he walked: "We have a total of 477 kinds of martial arts stored in the martial arts hall, including 317 kinds of primary martial arts, 120 kinds of intermediate martial arts, and 40 kinds of advanced martial arts. ”

"Teacher, why do you need to be lucky?" Zhang Hao was a little puzzled, didn't he choose directly?

"Here, go in, you have two hours, if you don't find anything during this period, then I will randomly draw a copy of the beginner martial arts for you."

This is......

When the gate was closed, it was pitch black, but in an instant, countless starry skies appeared around, and Zhang Hao looked down on these planets like a giant.

"Please choose a planet!"

There are large and small planets, some have the light of fire outside, some planets are covered with ice, and some planets are as small as fingernails, making people immersed in the scene and unable to distinguish between the real and the unreal.

Zhang Hao's eyes narrowed, there is no doubt that the four hundred and seventy-seven kinds of martial arts are distributed on these planets, I don't know if they are divided according to the level of martial arts or according to the planet where the founder of martial arts is located.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao pointed his hand on a very desolate planet, where there were constant winds, torrential rains, lightning, and even sometimes volcanoes, earthquakes and other natural disasters.

"If there are people living on this planet, then it is either a monster or a strong man." Zhang Hao confidently chose a planet with the harshest environment.

But suddenly, Zhang Hao stopped laughing, and the surrounding scene had become on the planet.

"There are three kinds of martial arts on this planet, please find out."

Zheng Gong, who saw Zhang Hao choosing this planet outside the door, shook his head in disappointment, he had never heard of anyone getting martial arts on this planet in hundreds of years.

Is this guy a pig brain, he didn't choose a prosperous big planet, and he wasted a reward by choosing such a planet.

There was heavy rain around Zhang Hao, and the sky was dark, as if a giant dragon was roaring in the air.

"It's vivid, but it's not real." The torrential rain in the air passed through Zhang Hao's body and fell to the ground, smashing up a dense earth pit, and suddenly a lightning bolt slashed in front of Zhang Hao without warning, and with a bang, a huge gap cracked on the ground.

Even though he knew that everything in front of him was fake, Zhang Hao was still startled, and cold sweat oozed from his back, as if he had walked around on the edge of life and death.

All the way, there is not the slightest clue.

"To live, you must have a place to live, a source of water, and food." Zhang Hao stood in the midst of the magma, which was already the eighth place he had ever searched for where humans might live.

"Not yet." Zhang Hao left disappointed.

Time is slowly passing away, and the only thing that makes Zhang Hao happy is that he sees the traces of human life, and his calculations are not wrong.

"Ding: There are still ten minutes left in the selection time, please hurry up." The sound of machinery was heard in the air.

"Sky?" Zhang Hao's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a little aura seemed to be split by thunder and lightning in his mind.

"Haha, wrong, my idea is wrong."

"Since it is a strong person, it is natural to challenge difficulties, change here, escape from the cage, instead of hiding in a cave and hiding under a cliff."

Zhang Hao appeared on the top of the highest mountain, and sure enough, there was a book in the center of the mountain.

"Ding: There are five minutes left in the selection time, please hurry." The sound of machinery was heard in the air.

Zhang Hao's hand was already about to touch the book, and he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes burst with light.

"The mountain is high, and there is an end, and the strong will not stop here." Zhang Hao's body rose higher and higher into the air.

Rolling thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and a black book in the thunder sea was suspended in mid-air, towering like a mountain, difficult to shake.

"It's you." Zhang Hao stretched out his hand and pressed on it, and then his eyes lit up, and the lights in the room had been turned on.

Zheng Gong walked in and said with a strange expression: "You really found a martial arts book, congratulations." ”

Zhang Hao's hands were empty, but everything in the sea of thunder was deeply imprinted in his heart, and he knew that the simulated scene was absolutely real, and there must have been such a harsh planet among the countless stars.

"Let's go, the martial arts will be sent by someone."

When I returned to the office, a middle-aged teacher was already sitting in a chair, curiously fiddling with a metal box in his hand.

"Hey, Lao Zheng, who is so powerful, even I didn't know that there were such old antiques in the library."

The box is not large, the material should be copper, there is patina on it, there is a pattern of a high mountain, straight into the clouds.

"This is the mountain." Zhang Hao's heart beat wildly, he once stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds.

Zheng Gong looked at the copper box and said, "It's really an antique, and the method of preserving martial arts like this has been 10,000 years at the earliest." ”

"Okay, I'm done, I'm going back." The teacher stood up and took out a handover slip, asked Zheng Gong and Zhang Hao to sign it, and left.

"Zhang Hao, there are no low-level martial arts, only low-level martial artists, don't be discouraged." Zheng Gong encouraged, but he still shook his head in his heart, martial arts are not antiques, not that the older you get, the more harmful, on the contrary, many powerful martial arts have only been practiced and deduced by people in the last few thousand.

Obviously, Zhang Hao's opportunity to reward this time was wasted, even if such an antique-level martial art is strong, it will definitely not be strong, I don't know how many years no one has passed.

Zhang Hao carefully put away the box full of patina, and said with a smile: "Thank you, teacher, then I'll go." ”

"This kid is so foolish."

…………………………

Zhang Hao sat cross-legged on the ground, and the copper box was opened, and inside was a scroll of animal skin.

The skin of the animal is rough, there is a feeling of a chrome hand in the hand, and I don't know what kind of beast's skin is bubbled, after opening, it is more than ten meters long, and there are all kinds of primitive hunting scenes painted on it.

This is a barbarian, one of the earliest human races, in order to survive in the harsh environment, constantly developing their own physique, their hands weigh 10,000 catties, they can open mountains, they can crack tigers and leopards, and even in the last painting, their hands can tear the void.

Zhang Hao looked at the beast skin scroll stupidly, where is this martial arts, it is simply the oldest comic, and you can still break the void.

Slowly immersed in it......

Zhang Hao seems to have turned into a member of the barbarians, in order to survive, constantly fighting against the powerful beasts to the death, using his teeth and his body, in order to survive, he must also move forward firmly in the storm, and find a stable place for his people to survive.

He turned into a barbarian, grew up with the progress of the scroll, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his body unnaturally exuded a barbaric and tyrannical aura, which was terrifying.

It is already completely certain that this is an extremely powerful martial art, and it can even be determined as a special martial art of the race, it is difficult for normal martial artists to use, and it needs a strong physique and strength to support, there are too many, but once the requirements for use are met, once it is launched, I am afraid that it can really split mountains and rivers, and heaven and earth will collapse.

This set of barbarian fists is too powerful, every blow is like fighting for life, and the combination of momentum and fist can defeat targets that are higher than their own level.

Zhang Hao made a move and deduced it, forgetting the time outside.

It's a pity, it's a pity!

The last three special martial arts can only be imitated by themselves, but they can't exert their true power.

Zhang Hao clenched his fists, the strength of the fifth level of the martial artist was too weak, even if he condensed the life spring like the martial artist, he would not be able to use the last three martial arts.

"Heaven and earth cast!"

"Raging Serial Fall!"

"Crack the sky!"

As long as one of the three styles can be used, Zhang Hao believes that he will not be so embarrassed in the sinkhole at the beginning, and even like a girl, he can only resist weakly.

This time the harvest is good, but this is only the outer courtyard, what would it be like if you joined the inner courtyard.

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