"Master, I'm here!" Mo Zifan knocked on the iron door of the security room and found that the door was open.

With a slight push, he could push it open, and as soon as he opened the door, a smell of wine came to his nose, and Mo Zifan couldn't help pinching his nose.

I saw the old man lying on the chair horizontally, still carrying half a pot of liquor in his hand, and the ground was full of transparent glass bottles.

God knows how much liquor this old man drank when he was away in the past two days.

In desperation, Mo Zifan said while cleaning up the security booth: "Master, you can't drink like this at your age, if it's a bad burp, what should I do, I haven't graduated yet!"

Perhaps because of the untying of the knot in his heart, Mo Zifan was obviously a lot more cheerful, and even a little dark.

The old man's face was flushed, he burped, and muttered, "Stinky boy, that first place in the first grade is flying to the sky here...... Belch...... You, you...... Belch...... I can tell you, you little guy don't want ...... Belch...... Well, there's still a long way to go...... Belch...... Yet!"

"But...... Hiccup, you little guy is still good...... Belch...... Even Liao Zhantang's son dared to abolish ...... Belch...... Club...... Great! but...... Belch...... You also have to know how many pounds and taels you have...... Belch...... There is no shortage of geniuses in this world...... Belch...... Most geniuses die at an early age...... Belch...... Hello for yourself...... Hiccup......"

I don't know if I was asleep or awake, as if I could still communicate, Mo Zifan smiled, put away the glass bottle on the ground, placed it neatly at the door of the security room, and wiped the inside and outside of the security booth with a rag.

In the end, I made a cup of ginseng tea for the old man and put it in the thermos pot and put it next to the old man.

After doing all this, Mo Zifan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile: "Master, my martial source qi has recovered, I feel that I have reached a critical point, as long as I open up the martial source nebula, then I can be regarded as a real one-star martial arts master." ”

Mo Zifan naturally Liao Peng's family would not let him go, and the dean guaranteed that he would not be harmed when he was on campus, but he didn't say what would happen when he was outside the campus.

After the end of the big competition, the summer vacation will start in two days, during this period of time, it may be Mo Zifan's speed of life and death, but Mo Zifan has not yet opened up the Wuyuan Nebula, at most it can only be regarded as a ninefold martial arts master.

So he decided to break through to the one-star martial arts division as soon as possible during this period of summer vacation, and at that time, even if Liao Peng and the others sent someone over, Mo Zifan was not without the power to fight, after all, high-level martial arts masters also had to be faced, let them bully a one-star martial arts master, they might not be able to do it.

So as long as Mo Zifan can enter the one-star level, then he can survive the two months of this summer vacation!

As for the place to open up the Wuyuan Nebula, Mo Zifan has already found it!

To open up the Wuyuan Nebula, you need an absolutely quiet and safe place, otherwise once something happens, there are many cases of going mad and dying directly.

Looking at the ghost building behind the security booth, Mo Zifan smiled, is there any safer place than here?

Originally, the ghost building was in the middle of nowhere, and no one usually came, even if someone came, wouldn't there be their own teachers guarding outside?

Mo Zifan wrote a note, wrote down his plan to break through to the one-star martial arts master in the ghost building, pasted it next to the thermos cup, and walked slowly towards the ghost building with his luggage.

The ghost building of Nuoda, there is no sunlight shining, the dilapidated exterior wall is full of cracks, as if it is about to collapse at any time, Mo Zifan took a deep breath, and was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the ghost building.

In the two months of study, the master had already told Mo Zifan all the things he needed to pay attention to and what he needed to prepare to break through the Wuyuan Nebula, and even prepared a lot of materials for him, obviously all of this was in his plan, as long as Mo Zifan broke through the seal of the black ring with his own strength, then it would prove that Mo Zifan really had the basic conditions to become a martial arts master!

When Mo Zifan entered the ghost building, the old man in the security booth slowly woke up, looking at the clean and tidy security room, the warm cup of ginseng tea, and the small yellow note.

The old security guard looked at the direction of the ghost building and said with an indifferent smile: "If the eagle wants to spread its wings, it needs its own efforts, and there is no tribulation, how can you grow...... Huh!"

"It's just that, you little guy is poking a lot of baskets, that old guy must be annoyed! Come in, don't hide outside!" the old security guard shouted out the door.

His Excellency the Dean, who was dressed in a fancy costume, pushed open the door with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"It's been a long time, I'm working under you, and you don't want to see me yet. The old security guard said disdainfully.

The dean didn't mind the old security guard's words, leaned against the iron door, and said, "I've seen that young man, it's good!

"That double-layered eight-wave palm, I almost applauded when I saw it!" The old dean laughed: "When you were his age, you didn't need a complete eight-wave palm!"

"I can warn you, this is my only disciple, you must not hit him!" Hearing His Excellency the Dean say with a smile on his face, the old security guard was instantly vigilant.

The dean smiled: "The master's plan was messed up by the two of us back then, so now your successor should be him, right?"

Hearing the dean's words, the old security guard's expression changed slightly, and he didn't answer, as if he fell into some contemplation.

"This young man's personality is the same as when you were young, no wonder you chose him. The dean sighed.

The old security guard opened the ginseng tea that Mo Zifan had brewed for him, took a sip slowly, the wine slowly dissipated, and said in a deep voice: "As long as this guy has no accidents, the plan of the year can be started again, and even he does better than me!"

"Oh, it seems that you have high expectations for him, I think you were ...... back then."

"Shut up!" the old security guard drank to the head of the hospital: "Don't mention the things of the past, this is what we all swore by!"

"But we can't guard him every day, how can the young eagle learn to fly if he doesn't go through the entrance examination of life and death!" The dean sighed, compared to the heirs of the junior brother, although his two guys are very talented, they are probably far from Mo Zifan's realm in terms of temperament.