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- Hu Huan picked up the gas-eating insect swarm, and put the shell 28 into his body.
The red blood poison flowed lightly in the body, and after going through a strange trajectory, it turned into an extremely compressed mass of spiritual power.
Hu Huan introduced it to the index finger of his right hand. He gestured curiously, but gave up the idea of ??dying in the mysterious conch.
If this place is destroyed, Hu Huan can't even think of what tone he should cry in.
Unable to try to shoot, he tried again.
The red blood poison flowed lightly in the body, and after going through a strange trajectory, it turned into an extremely compressed mass of spiritual power. This time, this mass of spiritual power was directed to the index finger of the right hand.
Hu Huan slightly sensed the spiritual power in his body, and it seemed that he still had plenty, so he started to compress the "spiritual power bullet" for the third time.
When all ten index fingers were filled with spiritual power bullets, Hu Huan felt that he still had about 50% or 60% of his spiritual power left.
He kept on doing nothing, and continued to activate the ability of shell 28.
When Hu Huan almost exhausted the spiritual power of the red blood poison in his body, and stored all ten toes into spiritual bullets, although he was quite exhausted, he was very happy.
Xiao Hu thought to himself: "I am also a young man with a good shot now."
"I just don't know how powerful these spiritual bullets are."
"The next time I go to the closed area with sister Ling Xiao, I must try it. What does it feel like to shoot a spiritual bullet?"
Hu Huan stayed in the mysterious conch for a while longer, and went to look through a few diaries.
The three authors on this bookshelf have completely different styles. The first author he read at the beginning was called Huang Shizhi. He had a rather irritable personality and was very fond of learning, especially foreign literature.
In addition to various technical research in the diary, it is to discuss literature, language, philosophy and other insights with a certain foreign woman.
Hu Huan also looked through the diaries of the other two, and they were relatively boring, so he didn't read much after looking through them. But Huang Shizhi's diary, he had already looked through one and a half, and roughly read seven or eight.
Hu Huan flipped through most of the book, feeling a little bored, planning to put it back, flipping through a page, but a few words caught his attention.
"I was fooled. It turns out that fetishism is not used in this way. No wonder we always think it has problems. It is not for people to have supernatural powers, nor is it a practice system, but to provide resources for practice."
"Young devil grandson, this grandson is really deep enough to hide."
"Hu Huan is not a good guy either. Fortunately, I reminded him that Sun You may have problems, and it turned out that he and Sun You were in the same group."
"Huprelatives, gangsters!"
"Being exposed by me, Hu Huan is not only not ashamed, but also shamelessly asked us to support him in researching the newly emerging mechanical art."
"Can that pile of soulless steel also be cultivated? Or can a living thing be cultivated into a pile of steel?"
"This kind of practice concept is unimaginable, deviant, and absolutely impossible to succeed"
Hu Huan's brows were slightly swollen, and all kinds of memory fragments related to mechanical magic emerged inexplicably. More than a dozen half-human, half-mechanical monsters emerged in his mind, but the various pictures were fragmented and could not be pieced together in the end. something of value.
"It's okay, I should read more. The diaries of these people always feel that there are big secrets hidden in them."
Hu Huan calculated the time, put the diary back on the shelf, chanted the spell, and quit the mysterious conch.
It's already past ten o'clock in the evening, and there will be classes tomorrow, so Hu Huan decided to go to bed early.
He was lying on the bed, thinking a little bit, but after thinking wildly for a while, he became sleepy and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Hu Huan woke up very early, and he gradually got used to this rhythm of life. He first went downstairs, went to the underground cafeteria to have breakfast, and then strolled in the yard for a while.
When it was almost time for class, Hu Huan returned to the teaching building.
Although the training course has not started for a few days, the phenomenon of skipping classes has become very serious, and just over two-thirds of the students who came to the class.
Yan Lingse didn't care about this, because most of the students who skipped classes were professionals, and the first courses were common-sense lectures for awakened and professionals, which really didn't mean much to these people.
Hu Huan felt that he gained a lot from this special training class, and he really learned a lot.
In the morning of this day, a young scholar from Kunlun gave a lecture. He talked about the creation of spiritual weapons and the concept of spiritual weapons in various countries.status and outlook.
? This young scholar's humorous language and the atmosphere in the classroom are relaxed and warm, and he is very popular with the students.
When the get out of class was almost over, the scholar said with a smile: "After listening to my class, you should be very interested in spiritual weapons. The afternoon class is also attended by our Kunlun people, but it is not in the classroom. It is to lead everyone to visit spiritual weapons."
"We will also give everyone the opportunity to try and use these spiritual objects. There are some taboos, so you must not take it lightly. After all, the use of spiritual objects often leads to unexpected situations. get up."
"Our country's spiritual control is relatively strict, but there are not many such vicious incidents, but there are nearly a hundred of them, so I will give you a last word of advice."
"Don't try rashly to integrate spiritual objects into your body. Without strict scientific testing and exploration by high-level professionals, any spiritual object may be fatal."
After finishing these few sentences, the young scholar announced his get out of class dismissal.
Hu Huan felt for a while, the two fetish cards in his body, especially the shell 28, did not feel that this spiritual thing was in any danger.
He was very interested in the visit in the afternoon, and was about to go back to his room to stay for a while, and when the cafeteria began to provide lunch, he saw Zhang Mingyu hurried in from the outside.
When he saw Hu Huan, he was very excited and waved his hand. Hu Huan really wanted to pretend that he didn't know him, but he had no choice but to stand up and asked, "What do you need me for?"
Zhang Mingyu nodded, and said: "I have completed the formalities, and the relationship has been transferred to the Qianlong Army in your province. It will probably be the person in charge stationed in a certain city."
"There is one more thing!"
"We will talk in the room."
"It's all right here, what room are you going back to!"
Hu Huan didn't want to, being in the same room with Zhang Mingyu, he always felt that the two of them were alone together, too close, and could easily arouse criticism.
Zhang Mingyu took a look, and the students who walked out of the classroom said in a low voice: "This is top secret news, no one can hear it, not even Xiao Jianseng."
Only then did Hu Huan pay attention, and said helplessly: "Then go to my room." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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