The Global Era of Immortal Cultivation: I Have a Hundredfold Reward

Instructor Feng was extremely excited.

Finally, I don't have to toss me in the novel.

"Okay!" At this time, Meng Xiaobao also shouted abruptly.

Mu Feifei looked at him incredulously.

what happened?

Isn't Brother Bao too lazy to write?

Why so aggressive all of a sudden?

Meng Xiaobao smiled and said, "Do you know that the most uncomfortable thing for a writer is that he can't find a good subject. I think extraordinary experiences are very suitable for writing in novels. When I think of his story, I feel like I have a diarrhea..."

Xiaobai immediately suggested: "Brother Bao, you'd better arrange a cute little white tiger as Brother Mu's spiritual pet. The two gradually developed feelings for each other during the process of getting along day and night..."

As she spoke, she felt her face burning hot, and she looked at Mu Feifei with winking eyes like silk.

"I want to add another lovely sister to Fei Fei." Chun Chun also blushed and looked at Mu Fei Fei.

Everyone looked at this scene, all dumbfounded.

Brother Fan, what kind of charm is this that has nowhere to be placed?

No girl can resist it?

The corner of Mu Feifei's mouth was twitching all the time, what kind of fairy tale is this.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Meng Xiaobao: "Brother Bao, give them the pen and let them write by themselves!"

After speaking, Mu Feifei stomped his feet and flew away.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, the style of hard training at the God of War Academy would be misleading.

In the next few days, Meng Xiaobao kept writing, and finally finished the novel.

But I heard that later, many female disciples ran to the God of War Academy, crying and begging for the second part.

The scale is unprecedented.

Instructor Feng was so frightened that he banned the island.

Meng Xiaobao took advantage of the time to breathe and began to guide Xiao Yue.

"Xiao Yueyue, what kind of exercises are you learning now?" Meng Xiaobao asked.

Xiao Yue: "I didn't learn anything."

Meng Xiaobao was taken aback: "You didn't learn the exercises, how did you break through to the second floor?"

"Just fell asleep." Xiao Yue said shyly.

Meng Xiaobao showed a look of real cowhide.

"You didn't learn the exercises, it seems that there is God's will in the dark!" Meng Xiaobao suddenly said a profound sentence.

"What providence?"

Meng Xiaobao: "You can practice the main skill of our God of War Academy, God of War Jue! If you have learned other skills before, you can no longer learn God of War Jue."

Xiao Yue: "I see."

Meng Xiaobao was a little excited.

The rest of the disciples of the God of War Academy are all from the Dahe Sword Sect. Going to the God of War Academy is equivalent to becoming a monk halfway through, and they cannot learn the God of War Art.

And Xiao Yue in front of her is obviously just a baby, and has not experienced formal training guidance.

For such a newcomer disciple, Meng Xiaobao had the feeling of cultivating his own son.

Meng Xiaobao took Xiao Yue to a corner of the square, where there was a stone table.

"God of War Jue, practiced to great success, the strength will increase greatly, just like the God of War possessed!"

"The material of this stone table is aquamarine, as hard as gold and iron!"

"Our square is also paved with aquamarine."

Xiao Yue understood.

The disciples of Zhanshenyuan train in the square every day, and the floor has to bear a lot of pressure, so the materials used must be very strong.

Otherwise, if you trample on it for a long time, the floor will be undulating like the surface of water.

Meng Xiaobao took out a knife, and suddenly shot a cold light, which made people unable to open their eyes.

"Good knife!" Xiao Yue praised.

Meng Xiaobao was a little surprised and asked, "You also know knives?"

"Almost blinded my eyes, isn't this a divine tool halo?" Xiao Yue said with a sneer.

Meng Xiaobao: ...

Although I can't understand a word you said, why do I have the urge to beat you up?

It's just that the knife surface is too bright and reflective.

"This is a high-level spiritual tool, Crouching Dragon Spirit Knife!" Meng Xiaobao said proudly.

Even the elders of the academy only use high-level spiritual weapons, but he owns one, so Meng Xiaobao is very proud.

But he suddenly thought of something, and immediately wilted.

Mu Feifei gave him this spirit knife, and Xiao Yue is the other brother, so he will never lack a good weapon in the future, so what is there to be ashamed of?

"Next, here comes the key point!"

"I want to demonstrate the power of the God of War Art!"

"Look carefully!"

Meng Xiaobao said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yue's eyes widened immediately.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Meng Xiaobao stared fixedly at the stone table, suddenly shouted, and slashed down violently.

boom!

A burst of sparks erupted from the corner of the table, which was extremely dazzling.

"Brother Bao has good sword skills!" Xiao Yue applauded immediately.

He looked down.

The tabletop is intact, not even a trace of it has fallen.

Xiao Yue asked strangely: "Brother Bao, do you want me to see the special effects of the Spiritual Knife?"

Meng Xiaobao's face turned green.

He said in embarrassment: "I forgot to run the God of War Art."

What the hell!

Xiao Yue was also very embarrassed, the flattering just now was slapped on the horse's leg.

Meng Xiaobao said: "It just happens to let you see how hard the aquamarine is."

Xiao Yue deeply agrees.

Brother Bao is indeed a great writer, and he can think of reasons for such nonsense.

"Next, I'm going to be serious." Meng Xiaobao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate.

His hospital uniform also bulged up without the wind.

Surrounded by a faint air current.

It's exactly what a master looks like before he goes crazy.

"God of War Art!"

Meng Xiaobao shouted loudly.

The sound in this area really has a different momentum!

Now Meng Xiaobao's whole body carried a terrifying aura.

Chapter 220 Brother Bao is autistic, I have transformed!

"Huh!"

Meng Xiaobao drank again, as if the knife had been slashed on the stone table.

Knife here!

Just hear the bang!

The long knife fell, and the corner of the table was actually cut off.

Xiao Yue saw that the fracture was neat.

This knife is really terrifying, it is so sharp!

"How is it?" Meng Xiaobao gasped.

Hemp egg!

I didn't expect it to be so hard!

My jaw is still numb and my arms are still shaking.

"Ah, Brother Bao!" Xiao Yue slapped Meng Xiaobao on the shoulder, almost hitting him on the ground.

I don't know why, seeing the scene just now, Xiao Yue felt that the blood was burning all over her body!

His eyes shone sharply, as if he was very eager to destroy and vent.

"Brother Bao, I want to try it too!" Xiao Yue licked her lips and landed her big hand on the table.

Meng Xiaobao smiled faintly: "With your current level of spiritual power, it's still too early to cut off the stone table. When you have [-]% of Brother Bao's cultivation, you can cut iron like mud..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the table looked like a block of tofu, and a large piece was directly broken off by Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue sighed, and said to Meng Xiaobao who had been dumbfounded for a long time: "The one I broke off is too uneven, far worse than Brother Bao."

What the hell!

Meng Xiaobao was completely dumbfounded.

He felt an unprecedented shock in his heart.

"Xiao Yueyue, are your hands alright?" Meng Xiaobao asked tentatively.

Xiao Yue spread her hands and said, "It's all right."

Meng Xiaobao snorted, then took out a book from the storage bag, and said, "This is the Art of War God, practice hard when you get back."

Xiao Yue took it happily, and said: "Thank you Brother Bao, I will go back to study right away, and try to be as good as Brother Bao soon."

Hearing this, the corners of Meng Xiaobao's mouth twitched continuously, feeling that he was not well.

He watched Xiao Yue leave, until the other party completely disappeared from his vision, and then looked at the stone table again.

"Damn, has this stone table been corroded for too long?"

Meng Xiaobao was very suspicious, he threw down the spirit knife, rolled up his sleeves, and spat on each palm.

"drink!"

Meng Xiaobao grabbed the corner of the stone table with his hand and started exerting strength.

As a result... no movement at all.

"God of War Art!"

Meng Xiaobao let out a loud roar, infused with spiritual power, and exerted all his strength.

The result remains the same.

He started circling the stone table, exerting strength from all angles, his hands were smoking, but he still couldn't get a piece.

Not even a trace was left.