Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 117 I Was Just Like You When I was Young

Others will not treat classmates as dogs.

But in Fang Ping's eyes, Guo Shengye's brain circuit is different from others, he is very likely to do this kind of thing that makes men silent and women cry!

Fang Ping's complexion changed, no.

He must borrow the Indestructible Matter, a bald head is not suitable for him!
Not suitable for Guo Shengye!
Fang Ping put a piece of clothing on his head, only his eyes were exposed before he dared to walk out of the energy room.

And Guo Shengye and the others had already walked out of the energy room. On the way, Li Changsheng was still muttering something, "Guo Shengye shouldn't be allowed to take action, he should look for it from the outside", "Invite that girl from Qingtian Mountain to let the old principal take a closer look"...

Guo Shengye was listening to the gossip with great enthusiasm, when Li Changsheng himself was slapped on the sky from behind.

The old headmaster landed on the ground, smiled kindly, and said calmly: "This Mowu should be rectified."

He looked at Guo Shengye: "Xiao Ye, while improving the strength of teachers and students, we must also pay attention to improving the quality of teachers and students. We have to do both."

The corner of Guo Shengye's mouth twitched, he nodded speechlessly, and asked, "Then when will you step aside? I still have dozens of masters waiting to come to my Mowu class."

Guo Shengye deliberately emphasized "my".

The old headmaster blew his beard and stared, he was really lawless!

Mowu and these boys are really going to heaven one by one!

Asking him in front of so many people, if he nodded and agreed, he would lose face!

With Guo Shengye's emotional intelligence that fluctuates from time to time, and his brain that convulses from time to time, he will never hand over Mowu to Guo Shengye today!
Guo Shengye, who was rejected again, looked as usual, and seemed to have begun to get used to the old principal's rejection.

But it doesn't matter, the Long March is a long road, and the road is long and long.

After the old headmaster left, Li Changsheng fell from the sky cursing, looked at the back of the old headmaster and snorted coldly: "The old man is still protecting me, hmph, what's the use of being infatuated, most of my life has passed and I don't see him marrying someone .”

Li Changsheng spoke very loudly, just to let the old principal hear him.

Guo Shengye looked at Li Changsheng strangely, he knew where Mo Wu's attitude of disrespecting teachers came from.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Jing quickly interrupted: "Changsheng, you should reach the point where you can manifest your spiritual power sooner. Now you can only embarrass Mowu, and everyone knows that you are a fake eighth-rank..."

"Half-step eighth grade!"

Li Changsheng's face was not good, what kind of fake eighth rank, even the eighth rank with a golden body, can it be called a fake eighth rank!
Huang Jing said perfunctorily: "Okay, half-step eighth grade.

But now, apart from closing the triple burner door more than Fang Ping, and having stronger flesh and blood, do you have any other advantages?
Once Fang Ping closes the door of the triple burner, you two will be at the same level, are you embarrassed?

Go to retreat, don't come out to wander around recently. "

At this moment, Fang Ping happened to come here, and old man Li came to his side and reached out to touch his head.

The clothes covering the top of his head completely crumbled, revealing a head as smooth as an egg, and Fang Ping's face instantly darkened.

Li Changsheng rubbed Fang Ping's head, his hand was so strong that Fang Ping's head cracked loudly.

Fang Ping didn't say a word, holding grudges expressionlessly.

Guo Shengye admired the struggle of the food chain and was ready to go home.

He walked slowly on the road and sent Zhang Tao another application form with his mobile phone.

Reason: Currently stuck in the level, urgently need catacomb resources.

Pedestrians on the road are clearly divided, some young and middle-aged people are in a hurry to survive, and some elderly people are strolling leisurely to make a living.

Guo Shengye let out a long sigh. An old man passing by had already passed him by. Hearing this sigh, he fell back and asked with concern: "Young man, is there anything unsatisfactory in life? Do you want me, sir?" Untie it for you?"

This uncle seems to be familiar.

He dragged Guo Shengye to sit on a bench by the side of the road. Guo Shengye looked at the traffic on the side of the road with melancholy eyes, and sighed again: "It's really tiring to save mankind."

The uncle was silent for a while, and spoke righteously, sonorously and forcefully: "We never advocate individual heroism."

Guo Shengye leaned back on the back of the chair and said, "But others can't do it, so I have to stand up."

"How do you know others can't?"

Guo Shengye was silent, talking nonsense, he had watched so many clips, and each of them ended up either self-destructing or roaming in space.

If they weren't so useless, Guo Shengye wouldn't have given up his dream of salted fish and raced against time.

Guo Shengye said vaguely: "It's really not good, the future of mankind really depends on me."

He sighed again, the uncle patted him, and said in a deep voice, "Come on, I believe you can shoulder the burden of saving mankind, just like I used to be."

"Oh? You used to be...?"

The uncle nodded seriously, and said, "I used to fantasize about saving the world."

After finishing speaking, the uncle stood up, patted Guo Shengye heavily on the shoulder, turned and left.

After leaving, he murmured: "It's a waste of my precious retirement time, and I actually encountered the second illness."

Guo Shengye was stunned behind his back, this uncle is really hot, he even knows about the second illness.

After the uncle left, Guo Shengye also stood up, and found that the place where he was sitting had just been painted, and a large area was stained behind him.

There was silence for a while, and for a while, I couldn't tell whether it was the uncle who caused the most damage or the paint that caused the most harm.

In the end, Guo Shengye's plan to take a walk died, and he flew home directly.

Guo Shengye originally wanted to plan carefully on the road, how to make the panel have the function of restraining breath like Fang Ping.

But after thinking about it, Guo Shengye had no clue.

As for why the panel has this function, instead of Guo Shengye making one himself...

Guo Shengye firmly implements the life policy of "better to embarrass others than to embarrass oneself", and will never cause trouble for himself.

If the panel doesn't work, talk to Xiao Tang and Xiao Bai who were born from the panel.

Xiao Bai and Xiao Tang, one was lying on the carpet, the other was sitting cross-legged on the carpet. Looking from the sky above the bedroom, they thought it was the carpet that had been splashed with black ink.

Xiaobai shook its pig's head, and said in a rough voice, "I don't know."

Guo Shengye didn't count on Xiao Bai at all, and looked at Xiao Tang, who also shook his head and said, "Others can't see us because we are born with talents."

"It can't be said to be a talent, it's because of the special nature of death energy. We are originally constructed from death energy."

Following Xiao Tang's narration, guo shengye's hands emerged with wisps of dead air, entangled with his palms.

Guo Shengye frowned and said, "Help me move the mirror here."

Xiaobai was speechless: "The mirrors in your bedroom are all directly mounted on the wall, how can I move them for you?"

"Okay, you really tried to tear down the house, otherwise how do you know the mirror can't be removed?"

Guo Shengye caught Xiaobai, the thief. He had suspected that the pig had a tendency to demolish the house, so he probably tried to figure it out.

Xiaobai's terrifying and mighty image was constantly damaged in Guo Shengye's hands, and his lifeless body was in his hands, letting him rub it like plasticine.

The fangs and big ears were braided, and the slender, muscular pig's body was rolled into a ball.

Xiao Baisheng looked at the ceiling hopelessly, just wanting to just disappear into the world.

When Guo Shengye let go of him, Xiaobai bounced back to his original shape with a "bang".

Guo Shengye got up and went to the cloakroom, the lifeless palms still clearly visible in the full-length mirror.

He frowned and said, "Is it because my eyes are special, or is it because I can't become invisible by doing so?"

Guo Shengye didn't bother to move anymore, he sat on the spot, and transmitted his mental power to Guo Sheng who was next door, asking the little fat man to come in and have a look.

As a genius, it is normal for him to see the world differently from ordinary people.

At this time, normal mortals like Little Fatty are needed to help.

The little fat man was stealing potato chips next door, and almost choked when he received the sound transmission of mental power. He hurriedly clamped the bag of potato chips and put them in the small safe in the safe.

After putting the potato chips away, he wiped his hands and mouth vigorously, stood up and jumped around a few times, patted the potato chip crumbs on his clothes a few times, took out the perfume and sprayed himself on it, and then tidied up After getting some clothes on, he opened the door and went out.

After Guo Sheng walked into the cloakroom, he blurted out: "Brother, is your hand injured?"

"Why does one part of your hand exist and another part does not exist? Is this a new type of magic?"

He took a closer look and was amazed: "This magic is so realistic, I actually feel that your hand is divided into several sections."

Guo Shengye smiled and said, "Is there a possibility that this is true?"

His whole body was entwined with death energy. In Guo Sheng's eyes, many places in Guo Shengye seemed to be erased by an eraser. Some parts existed, some disappeared, some existed, and some disappeared...

In the next second, Guo Sheng scrambled away from this place and closed his eyes tightly: "Don't, don't, don't say it, this is too scary."

He closed his eyes and groped to get up, ready to leave here.

Hitting the door frame with a "bang", Guo Sheng burst into tears in an instant. Even so, he didn't dare to open his eyes, stretched his hands, and left Guo Shengye's bedroom step by step.

Xiao Bai and Xiao Tang stared dumbfounded behind Guo Sheng, are they cowardly or... cowardly?

Guo Shengye played with the gray-black mist in his hand sullenly.

This death energy can't make him invisible, even if the death energy is entwined all over his body, in the eyes of others, he would stand there as if he had been dismembered.

Perhaps this is also the borderline between life and death.

Life is life, death is death, they cannot be confused.

As a living being, Guo Shengye was not affected by death energy and even controlled death energy, which was enough.

There are more ways to use death qi, and it may only be known by asking Guo Shengye to die again.

"Forget it, there are already little blacks who can be invisible, so don't expect too much."

After Guo Shengye settled his mood, he received a text message from Zhang Tao.

"Come to the Catacombs of Kyoto, and practice with you."

(End of this chapter)