"Acquired Dao Species?" Xia Chan heard this word for the third time in this life, and the last time was on the Xiuzhen War Five Scum Forum.

The teachers and students in the venue were a little inexplicable, and they couldn't hear Zhou Dasheng's voice at the beginning of the previous sentence, but they saw Xia Chan talking to himself alone.

"That's right, it seems that you have heard the rumors too, I can tell you, this is not a rumor, it is a fact, we are about to face the second most important civilization change in the three hundred years of the Blue Whale Era, and the bloodline nobles will no longer be high and stand alone. Zhou Dasheng's eyes lit up with an almost fanatical light.

Xia Chan was silent for a moment and shook his head, "I've already chosen the way to go!"

"Okay, then let me see how much real material you have!"

Zhou Dasheng only took one step, and the figure that remained in place shattered like a bubble, and a giant spirit palm that was cutting across the sky slapped down on Xia Chanzhi.

The energy of the abyssal sea in all directions was constantly squeezed over, and Xia Chan faced the Dan Realm powerhouse for the first time, and the other party slapped it at will, and he had almost no power to resist.

What he was facing was not true qi, nor gang qi, but Dan qi full of the will of a cultivator, this was the field, it was the domain.

If it was before he saw the hidden mystery of Yu Bu, he would not have any power to resist except for using the 'True Eye', and now, between the five colors of light outside his body, the pressure aura suddenly shook open for the endless flow of the Five Elements True Qi, and in every square inch, his footsteps were already dazzling and turned countless levels of angle space.

Suddenly, there was an all-pervasive sea of suffocating pressure around him, and there was a glimmer of life in some directions.

The evolved version of the Flying Immortal Step was tentatively designated by him as Xiao Yu Immortal Step, and as soon as this step came out, Zhou Dasheng was stunned to find that the prey in his palm was like a deep-sea swimming fish that had escaped along a trajectory that he couldn't understand.

With a palm, Zhou Dasheng didn't make another move, and he stood back in place without seeing how, as if he had never made a move.

Xia Chan didn't want to expose too many footwork secrets, so he stood still quite tacitly.

The teachers and students present were silent for this scene, especially Lu Ya, who was about to win the second round of the trilogy battle, and was shocked by it, even though he had made many preparations for the second battle, at this time there was a bad feeling that the opponent was out of control again.

"Well, you're even better than I expected. Zhou Dasheng was not only angry when he lost his hand, but looked at Xia Chan with more appreciation, "You have such a will, how can some dirty villains fiddle with it." With that, his eyes also swept a glance at an obese figure among the school representatives.

Before the words were spoken, the person had already gone to the entrance of the hall passage dozens of meters away.

There was still a phrase in the air, "Take a good look at how the world has changed during this time." ”

Xia Chan picked up an extra business card out of thin air in his hand, glanced at it, and put it away.

"Lu Crow, are you ready for the second battle of the trilogy?"

No one expected Xia Chan to launch a challenge at this time.

The teachers and students present all looked at the man and the dog.

"It's not appropriate today, and you have to inform the school of the arrangements first. Under the forced gaze of Luo Fatzi, the dean of academic affairs immediately interrupted loudly.

Lu Ya slowly ** the big black dog's head, hanging his head, and having a gloomy face.

Xia Chan glanced around, paused on Ma Yang, turned around and walked away, he didn't want to stay in front of some people in the school for a few more moments.

"I'm waiting for you the day before the preliminary round of the Silver Phoenix Cup. Lu Yao finally looked up and spoke.

Xia Chan's figure on the steps paused for a moment and replied, "That's it." ”

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Walking on campus, Xia Chan was full of emotion, in the past, he buried himself in his own world and practiced hard, but now he opened his eyes and looked around, in the best years of his life, he began to be full of all kinds of utilitarian and dirty deeds.

The children of ordinary people, if they have no talent, have absolutely no future to speak of, and if they are admitted to a secular institution of higher learning, they will celebrate with their families, and then work in an ordinary company, marry an ordinary woman, and the next generation will continue to fight for their lives.

If it is a child of a rich family, if this generation fails, it can also improve the chances of the next generation's bloodline awakening through marriage and other means, and seek another day to turn over.

The friends around him, Ma Yang is the best example, because he had a bastard brother with excellent talent, he was almost beaten into the 'cold palace', so cruel and ruthless, he felt how lucky he was to grow up in the Lou family.

"Senior~" At this time, it was the lunch break, and an ordinary-looking girl came running out of breath.

Xia Chan looked around, didn't speak, just looked at her.

"Sign it. The girl handed out a pink notebook and a marker from behind.

He had been known for a while in school since the trilogy, and this was not the first time he had been asked to sign an autograph, so he divided his handwriting by two and returned his notebook and pen.

"Thank you. The girl was a little shy, ran for more than ten steps, and suddenly remembered something to turn around and stand still, waving her fist loudly: "Senior, please cheer for our civilian children and completely defeat Lu Crow!"

Xia Chan was moved, and also waved his fist in the air, indicating that he had received it.

Many people who had been following the neighborhood intentionally or unintentionally, but were ignored by Xia Chan, heard this shout, and they stopped their steps and figures one after another, and the burning gaze that came from them was silent and silent.

It turned out that unconsciously, Xia Chan, a well-known bloodline wastewood, has become the banner and hope of ordinary untalented alumni.

Xia Chan, who had always thought that he was a little cold-blooded, found that something in his body was inexplicably restless, and he quickened his pace, wanting to 'escape'.

He couldn't face the expectations of his alumni, fate had opened a chasm between them not so long ago, and he felt that he didn't deserve them.

More than a dozen students wearing black martial arts uniforms were waiting in the passage of the seventeenth middle school, and when they saw a figure who hurriedly came out in the distance, they all took out a strange face mask from their arms and put it on their heads, and it is worth mentioning that they also wore a badge with a golden balance mark on their chests.

When Xia Chan approached, the dozen or so students stood in a row blocking his way.

"Senior Xia Chan, Seventeenth Middle School, only you are worthy of being our leader, please join us. A tall masked man took a step forward, bowed ninety degrees, and then handed out an identical mask to Xia Chan, who was stunned.

"Who are you?"

"We exist for civilian power, we call for fairness and justice, and we can call the Scales Judgment Squad. ”

Xia Chan took the mask and looked over and over again, this white strange face mask, with thick eyebrows and a large mouth with the corners of the mouth upturned and tightly closed, the same upturned mustache and the beard with a chin like a sharp sword, formed an exaggerated cross sword.

He returned the mask to the other party and glanced at the men, "Not interested." ”

"Senior, you still don't know much about us...... Senior......"

"Sorry, Jean. Xia Chan waved his hand, passed through everyone in a few steps, and had disappeared at the corner of the school intersection, and the more than ten masked people at the door looked at each other, and after a while, the tall masked man led by him was unwilling to be depressed and said angrily, "Withdraw first, I will find a way to contact him again, it must have scared us, thinking that we were some illegal organization." ”

"What are you guys doing!" the janitor, who had long noticed the anomaly at the school gate, walked out with riot batons.

"Withdraw!" The masked man in the lead waved his hand, and more than a dozen people scattered as birds and beasts, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

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Recently, there have been more and more strange things, Xia Chan turned on his phone after returning home, and a series of strange flying news friend application prompts.

He didn't look at it, he just deleted it.

Restlessly, he boarded the Xiuzhen War Five Scum Forum, and a post titled: "Tomorrow at ten o'clock, we will go to the streets together for our fate." It quickly caught his attention.

When I opened the post, there were two pictures inside, one was an abstract balance pattern, and the other was a strange face mask that Xia Chan had seen at the school gate earlier.

And the reply is also very weird, the people discussing it are like exchanging some code code, there are thousands of floors in line, and the post has been published for less than ten hours.

Xia Chan also noticed that the post was pinned.

Lenovo with what happened at the school gate.

Something is going to happen!

It's just been a week of retreat, but how can it feel like the whole world has changed?

As he continued to browse, the entire Zhan Wu Scum forum was completely occupied by all kinds of emotional posts, with headlines such as: "Is it correct that the bloodline nobles have natural ruling attributes?"

"Where's the fair education?"

"We are not mudbloods, we have the right to shout for ourselves!"

"Invisible isolation, the truth of the world!"

"The path of immortality for mortals, the Council of the Balances—the light of the commoners. ”

Just looking at the content of the post, it is all shouting for untalented civilians from various angles, but the specifics lack in-depth views, in Ma Yang's words, just talking cannon is not dry and unconvincing.

After dinner, Lou Juli and Lou Mulan sisters sneaked to his attic, whispered to let him go to the street with him tomorrow, and took out a strange face mask with Xia Chan's eyelids jumping directly.

Tomorrow is not the weekend, the students are on vacation, this is the rhythm of big things.

Xia Chan didn't want to get involved, so he randomly found some reason to push down the two sisters' requests.

The two sisters went downstairs in a low mood, Xia Chan couldn't sit still anymore, the mood of 'Daoyou' was wrong, and after thinking about it, there was only one person who could inquire about something.

"Hey, Sister Liu. ”

"I heard that you held your breath and wanted to get another amazing swordsmanship, do you have eyebrows?"

"That's a big deal, but I'd like to ask you something else. ”

It didn't take long for him to hang up the phone, and he had locked himself up in Langley's and his own world these days, and he really didn't know what was going on outside.

Soon he received a message from Concubine Liu of Guns and Roses in his mailbox.

In the thousands of years of human history in the old era, there has never been a truly equal society, and classes have always existed.

The bloodline nobles, who are now hostile and hated by the common people, have even turned the tide and saved mankind at certain stages of history.

Mankind has experienced a hundred years of dark ages since three hundred years ago in a great change after an unprecedented fog dissipated, and this period of history is known as the beginning of the Blue Whale Age.

During that period of time, human beings even fell into the blood of the remnants, and suffered a miserable situation that was inferior to that of beasts, and that period of history has even been mentioned in textbooks to this day, and no one wants to recall.

In the hundred years of the old civilization shattered overnight and the nightmare of hell, under the insult and trampling of the mudblood species contemptuously called by the bereaved people, human beings tenaciously gave birth to their own bloodline immortal species, and crushed the rule of the bereaved tribe step by step.