Fist of Imagination

"I want it all."

Yuan Tianren stretched out his hand and made a fist with five fingers in front of Liang De, his tone not allowing for refutation.

Before Liang De could react, Yuan Tianren had already begun to issue orders to the three people behind him.

"Dong Tianbao, your steel-like body forging method is planted in his skin and bones.

Zhao Tianji, your innate Qi is planted in his twelve serious meridians.

Lao Chang, your natural divine power is planted between the essence of his flesh and blood and Chong, Dai, Yang Wei, Yin Wei, Yin Qiao, and Yang Qiao. The daily discipline of this boy is also left to you.

The three of you just go ahead and do your best, and let the twin bridges of heaven and earth be freed up. I will put the last salt in this pot of soup. "

Dong Tianbao had the most impatient personality and immediately shouted: "Then what are you waiting for? I have classes in the afternoon, so I'll start working now."

He slapped the floor with one palm, and a fierce momentum surged out from the futon under Liang De, sending Liang De flying to the heads of the three people behind Yuan Tianren.

"Boy, close your eyes and concentrate!"

After Zhao Tianji finished speaking, he raised his arms to support the falling Liang De, then raised his middle finger slightly and threw it about a foot high, making Liang De's body spin around in the air with his back facing upwards, and finally raised his index finger to place it on Liang De's chest.

Dong Tianbao and Chang Tianwei held Liang De's head and feet respectively. The three people's eyes only met for a moment, and they started to move Qi at the same time.

Liang De closed his eyes and fell into darkness. He wanted to concentrate but failed to focus on the other, because at this moment, three forces of different nature poured in from the top of his head, his chest, and the soles of his feet, which was overwhelming.

One was as hot and boiling as copper liquid and molten iron, poured in from the top of the head, flowing and burning all over the skin of the body, and then the lava surged into the depths of the bones. In a trance, Liang De seemed to see countless gray fine impurities coming from the skin of the bones. Evaporated and disappeared by the raging fire, individual fire seeds spread along with the blazing brutal power, forming a system of spontaneous circulation. Circle after circle, the skin and bones seen in the consciousness gradually hardened and toughened. It has a bronze metallic luster.

One is as cold and solemn as the fierce north wind, piercing through the chest like a dagger, like the cold current of a river during the flood season, enveloping sharp ice cubes and destroying all obstructions in the way. In the darkness, Liang De saw those withered and dim root veins again, only a few of them shining with blood-colored light. At this moment, with the surge of cold current, the twelve exceptionally thick roots were dyed with a bright and harsh color. Bai, the cold current left icy whirlpools at the acupuncture points of the twelve main meridians, and they have been circulating continuously since then.

One is as dense and thick as hot springs, flowing in from the soles of both feet, allowing Liang Deru to be under the warm winter sun, alleviating the severe pain caused by the other two forces. Its power is endless, moisturizing things silently, and just right. The six strands that penetrated into the root veins with their own unique paths dyed them the color of honey amber, and then spread out from the veins, penetrating deep into the essence of flesh and blood, as if the sun was shining brightly, so uncomfortable.

Liang De closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember the way the three forces operated, but he could only remember the scale claws. Fortunately, the three forces had already formed a circulatory system that operated spontaneously in his body. He did not need to move it intentionally. You need to have some spiritual intuition and just let nature take its course.

After a long time, Liang De opened his eyes and found himself lying on the floor.

Night has come, and tallow candles have been lit in the martial arts hall of the Lu Academy. The candlelight is dim and reflects the blurred texture on the old beech wood floor.

Everyone else had left, leaving only him and Chang Tianwei, who was sitting aside and stroking his beard in silence.

Liang De felt the power running through his body and his body that was completely transformed. He crossed his arms with his chest and raised his legs. Using only the strength from his waist and abdomen, he made a movement like a carp jerking. He suddenly jumped up from the floor, nearly one meter in the air. Then his feet landed firmly on the ground, shaking up the dust in the gaps.

The body didn't feel any burden, like a powerful machine filled with lubricant. It was more than ten times more powerful than a man without lubricant or filled with lubricant - maybe not.

"Among the students in this class, you are the one with the lowest quality."

Chang Tianwei's voice was neither urgent nor slow, like the spring breeze blowing on his face.

This middle-aged man has a long flowing beard, his gray hair is braided into a thick braid hanging behind his head, and he wears a blue cloth robe with a large collar and right fold. His expression looks like a kind-hearted teacher, but his face The upper ridge line is too hard and distinct, and seems a little aggressive.

"Teacher Chang, how do you say this? I thought I just came a little late and did more than a semester less homework than others." Liang De moved his neck and said in confusion.

"I don't want to be too rude. At present, if you want to catch up with the progress, please prepare the spiritual time room."

"Is my one year of cultivation equivalent to someone else's one day of cultivation?" Liang De laughed inexplicably, "Teacher Chang, please quickly take out the spiritual time room."

Chang Tianwei sighed: "If I had a hut where I could only practice one day a year, how could I be turned into a Yin Demon puppet by Sheng Wuxu? What's your name?"

"Liang De, the virtue of persuading others with virtue."

Chang Tianwei frowned: "Classmate Liang, I see you smiling, and I don't really care about what you just said. Why, do you have any secret cards as a time traveler? I have taught many students over the years, and I can barely say You must be well-informed, could it be that...you are a useless genius among time travellers?"

Secret trump card? It would be great if there was one, but unfortunately I even searched all over the secret underwear, and the most finger-like thing on my body didn't turn gold.

Liang De followed Chang Tianwei's example and frowned, looking helpless:

"In order to survive and to travel back to my hometown, I must go all out. No matter what hardships I have, nothing will stop me.

I wanted to say that, but it's too hard to keep working hard.

I'm just an ordinary person with no future, Teacher Chang. There's no difference between me before and after traveling through time. In the past, I couldn't keep working hard for something. I would slack off at work, sleep when reading professional books, and surrender when the pain was more severe than having a tooth pulled. I know myself very well. "

Liang De paused, tilted his head and spread his hands to Chang Tianwei, saying: "To be honest, I'm afraid of death, and I have many regrets, but I can't do anything about myself. Teacher Chang, you can do it. I will do what I can. As for other things, fighting spirit and passion, just let it go. "

Chang Tianwei was stunned for a long time, patted his forehead, and said: "I have seen many people who want to work ten times or a hundred times harder to live again. You have died, been afraid, and traveled through time. Now you are not afraid of death, and you are not afraid of fear.

Well, I will teach you as a matter of routine. It is up to you to learn how to become one. Yuan Tianren and Lin Baolong will take care of the victory or defeat of the Lu School.

Where were we talking about just now? "

Liang De picked up the futon and sat down: "Speaking of me, I am the worst student in Sheng Wuxu Private High School this year."

"Yes, you are born with divine power, innate qi, and a body forging method as strong as steel. In addition to Mo Feisheng's blood refining formation method, a total of four senior boundary original practitioners of the red calamity level have successively injected extraordinary power into you to build the basic cycle of entry-level practice.

After this operation, even those with mediocre qualifications in the other side of the world, who are useless and indescribable, should prepare to enter the boundary.

But you have only strengthened your meridians and physical body, which is barely equivalent to the level of a freshman who has been enrolled for two months. "

"Teacher Chang, but I heard from Teacher Mo Feisheng that the Qingjie Sword Immortal Sheng Wuxu entered the boundary at the age of twenty. He practiced from childhood until he broke through at the age of twenty, which is also the level of a peerless genius. "

"Sheng Wuxu was a mortal in the original world who became a lower level of Baijie at the age of 20. Although I was defeated by his sword, I have to say that I admire him.

But you people, by chance, entered the Sword Immortal Ruins from the original world through the sky and sea. Your soul has experienced a cross-world and has been completely transformed. You know, the difficulty of a cross-worlder entering the original world is more than 10 billion times lower than that of ordinary people. But you... First, you are a This Shore, and second, your luck is probably not very good. "Chang Tianwei shook his head, "I can't help you. "

I knew about bad luck when I krypton life ten single only got the bottom.

"What does this shore mean?"