Fist of Imagination

The main building of the Lu School is not far from the martial arts hall. It is red brick and green tile, and has an antique style.

Liang De followed the Lu School's formation into the classroom. Although it was the end of get out of class, no one came to talk to him.

The unity within the school is to save their own lives. Students will watch over each other if they have spare energy, but they are definitely not companions who can be trusted.

Teachers such as Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan can only contact students during class time. Under the control of the Sword Immortal Relics Formation, they can't say anything else. Almost all students in the Lu School think that transfer students are bad luck from heaven. They will be beaten to death by people from other schools in a few days, so there is no need to make friends.

Liang De was bored and scribbled on his notebook while waiting for class, until a large shadow appeared, which suddenly dimmed the light in front of his eyes.

The person who came to Liang De was more than two meters tall, with exaggerated muscles like a tire man, and his skin was bronze-colored metallic matte. It was Lin Baolong, the first-year head of the Lu School.

"Yo, long time no see." Liang De greeted.

Lin Baolong nodded in response, saying, "Someone wants to test your quality and see if you are worth living."

"Tou'er Lin, the get out of class time is only a few minutes, stop talking nonsense.

Classmates, we have to get to know each other. How strong is this new classmate after entering the realm? Let's see it in person.

I'll try my hand with the new classmate, just as he introduces himself.

There's nothing to say if he's beaten to death, it's better than being beaten to death and deducted points by people from other departments.

If he's not beaten to death, we'll be brothers in the Lu department in the future, and we'll live and die together."

Liang De looked in the direction where the voice came from. A square-shaped man stood out from the crowd at the back of the classroom. Everyone else had already moved away from his sight, leaving only the two of them looking at each other.

This man was just over two meters tall, slightly shorter than Lin Baolong, but his body thickness was almost twice that of Lin Baolong. His alienated and swollen muscles filled his four dimensions. He was square and looked like a refrigerator. Even his head was wrapped in developed muscles, and his scalp was also full of muscles. Square.

Liang De had seen this man's profile on his phone. It was hard not to remember his unique appearance.

Shan Futian, the first-year study committee member of the Lu School, had killed 5 people from the Kong School and 5 people from the Hai School.

When I looked at the profile, I thought this man had photoshopped his photo for fun, but I didn't expect him to look like this. What did the study committee member learn to become like this...

Shan Futian's bronze color was even darker than Lin Baolong's. This was a sign that Dong Tianbao had practiced the steel-like body forging method to a deep level. His attainments in this skill were even deeper than those of the class leader Lin Baolong.

Liang De stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "I don't know the rules when I first came here. Should we start directly or change places?"

"Straightforward!" Shan Futian's body was glowing with a red copper luster, his blood vessels were swollen, his veins were bursting, and he rushed forward, easily crushing the desks and chairs in front of him, and pushed forward with his palms straight to Liang De.

The wild and savage blood and energy exploded from his palms. The fluorescent tubes above the classroom burst in the aftermath. The three-leaf ceiling fan bent and spun wildly. The whole classroom seemed to have entered the center of an earthquake.

The true teaching of Dong Tianbao from the Lu School Department, the Prajna Palm of Shejie!

Liang De immediately leaned back and slid forward, rushing forward against the strong wind. When his legs shoveled under Shan Futian's crotch, they wrapped around his legs like a living snake, and then continued to pull with the force of the sliding shovel, trying to pull Shan Futian, who was pushing forward with his palms, down from below.

Shan Futian felt his lower body shake, and he didn't think about how to stabilize his body. Guided by his fighting instinct, he fell forward directly, and the red copper palms on his chest buzzed and pressed against Liang De's chest and abdomen on the ground.

Liang De wanted to test the strength of this first-year student council member of the Lu School Department, so he stretched out his two palms and pushed forward in the same posture to intercept him in the middle. He and Shan Futian faced each other with four palms, and there were explosions, and his sleeves were torn and bloody.

Shan Futian grinned, doubling his palm force unreasonably. Liang De's two arm bones were pressed into two piles of bone slag from top to bottom, and pressed together with the flesh and blood on his arm, just two crispy bone meat patties.

The ninth style of the Shejie Prajna Palm, hammering the lotus platform.

When practicing the superior martial arts of Buddhism to a deep level, it must be resolved with the profound Buddhist teachings, otherwise it is very easy to go astray.

Dong Tianbao's Shejie Prajna Palm is the opposite. He has never cultivated good deeds in his life, but only loves to kill and set fires. This palm method will lead to going astray and becoming a demon. The blood and qi are boiling, and the pain is unbearable. It is all endured by the steel-like tendons and bones, and then the most brutal dragon-elephant power bursts out in the extreme pain and madness!

Liang De wrapped Shan Futian's legs around and tightened them inward, trying to crush his ankle bones with his hard and soft snake body, but he was resisted by his developed muscles and fat layer that were far thicker than ordinary people and almost alien, and it was ineffective.

Oh my god, no wonder the boxing world says it is better to hit a wall than a refrigerator. This body type has strong defense.

Shan Futian raised his hand and slapped down again. The steel-like body forging method was pushed to the peak, and the sound of forging came from the membranes and bones.

The broken copper-colored swastika appeared in his palm, and sparks like molten iron burst out. The wild light brought a high fever that burned the eyes.

The third style of the Prajna Palm of Shejie, burning Lingshan! The target is Liang De's face.

Under the cover of the wild flames, Shan Futian twisted his left hand behind him, and pulled the Bodhi from his crotch and grabbed Liang De's lower abdomen.

"Die!"

"Sorry, it was almost there."

Liang De grabbed Shan Futian's palms tightly.

Damn, both hands are useless, what did he use to grab me!

Could it be! ! !

Let me go! ! !

Amid the violent wriggling and friction of the thing that was wrapped tightly around Shan Futian's wrist, the red copper cooled and the raging flames dissipated.

Those were Liang De's hands and arms that were just bones a second ago. Now they are intact as before, with a faint amber luster.

Lu Xuebu's Chang Duan Xuanzhen Biography, innate divine power and battlefield therapy.

Wrap your feet around your ankles and grab your wrists with your hands.

Liang De ignited Ren Du's second pulse engine, and his torso rotated rapidly on the spot.

Shan Futian's prism-like limbs were motionless, while Liang De's unusually flexible limbs had been twisted into a knot.

Immediately afterwards, Liang De suddenly stood on his head with his head as the fulcrum, and with his limbs firmly fixed, he pulled Shan Futian up from the ground. His twisted limbs spread out like rubber bands, exploding with accumulated strength, and the sound of collapse was like the breaking of a string on an iron kite. !

The next moment, Shan Futian's huge blocky body was spun and thrown away.

With a roar, the high-speed rotating human body was thrown away and hit the ground, smashing through the floor and falling directly to the next floor.

After a long time, Shan Futian's voice came out from the human-shaped hole.

"My

Liang De stretched out his arms and pulled Shan Futian up from the second floor.

This square-shaped man was quite free and easy. He patted the dust and debris on his body and thanked Liang De.

Lin Baolong activated the prefect's authority and restored the messy classroom. This is a free function provided in the main building of each school division in Sword Immortal Ruins and does not require the consumption of grade points.

All the first-year students of the Lu Department who were standing or sitting in the classroom stood up and introduced themselves to Liang De one by one.

They have different faces, smiling or cold expressions, and they are all living people.

This does not include Thrip, who looks like a desert flower among the giant cactus-like muscular men in the Lu Academy of Sciences. The sports committee member is still dozing on the table, probably because he introduced himself to Liang De in the previous class. , too lazy to do it again.

After everyone had greeted Liang De, Lin Baolong stretched out his hand to Liang De and said:

"Welcome to the Lu Academy. There are no other rules here. Sharing life and death is a lie. The first priority is your own life, and the lives of others in the department. If you can, help, if not, pull down."

"Okay." Liang De held his hand, "I think it's okay."

The class bell rang, and all the first-year students of the Lu Academy took their seats. This class was the compulsory advanced knowledge of Jieyuan Walker.

Chang Duanxuan walked into the classroom with the bell ringing.