Rather than strengthening his brain, he is more concerned about when he can advance to red.

This made Xu Yuan very curious about this painter.

However, faced with this attack, which was as powerful as his own.

Therefore, his development of strength was not detailed enough.

He wants to track Bai Jie's location.

And this time in the corridor.

[Your nose has absorbed the power of the nose of the gods. Your nose has a more acute sense of smell and can smell the smell of emotions. 】

The arc of light spread, forming a sharp blade-like impact that tore apart the houses in front of it.

"Yuhui, leave the rest to me. You can go back first."

His strong physical fitness allowed him to quickly adapt to such rapid beatings that left people with no time to breathe.

Anyway, it's very strange.

After absorbing the remnant body of the spirit, Xu Yuan now has the confidence and strength to fight against Hong Yi's weirdness with only his physical body.

The sound of metal clashing kept ringing in the corridor.

The speed at which his strength has increased has been ridiculously fast.

The academic dean had a calm face, a dignified voice, and an inexplicable hostility in his eyes.

A system prompt popped up, making Xu Yuan raise his eyebrows.

Fear is like weeds, constantly growing in the heart.

"Then, the next step is to find Bai Jie's location."

After being strengthened by his blood, it is now able to imprison a large number of black-level weirdos.

Through the ability of marking, Xu Yuan could feel that Bai Jie's location was very far away from him.

A current flickered between Xu Yuan and the academic director.

Will it affect his consciousness after the brain awakens?

There was deep resentment rippling from its body.

He couldn't afford to offend the existence represented by that big hand.

This piece of chalk was completely blood red, exuding strong resentment, and had been disconnected from the middle.

Digested the remains of the Earth God.

【Special mission activated!】

"But...how do I get there?"

Rich resentment and strange aura quickly rose up.

[You have devoured the remains of the god’s body and head, your awesome eyes have become even more awesome, your ears have been strengthened, your nose can smell the smell of the god, and your brain feels that this god’s brain is quite good.

It’s rubbish, and the nutrients in it have not been absorbed at all.】

She saw Xu Yuan, who was wearing a black trench coat, looking at her with an unhappy expression.

The blow caused Bai Jie to squint her eyes and lean against the wall at the end of the corridor to watch the battle.

"Teacher! It's not good!"

He now had some doubts about whether the academic director was a gladiator in the arena.

"After much thought, should we wait until Qu Qiaoqiao comes back?"

A strange aura is spreading.

Putting away the ashes on the ground, Xu Yuan signaled to Bai Jie.

This sudden bombardment caused the dean of students to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

It's not that the foundation is insufficient, but that it's not developed enough.

"He used to be my student, but after he participated in an art specialty class, he changed. He disappeared not long after that. I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"My teacher is controlled here by your Chang Ming. I came to see her. Do you have any questions?"

This kind of courage has no effect on him.

"Forget it, let's find a way to recruit people first."

Although there are many modern teachers who cannot do this, the guy in front of me is no longer a question of whether he can do it or not.

Zhi!

The cloak of the Golden Fleece of Original Sin suddenly unfolded, and the invisible position formed a reflective barrier. In response to the collision angle of the academic director, it formed identical transparent spikes, piercing the opponent.

Seeing that Yuhui had regained her composure, Xu Yuan asked.

The bowstring was as tight as the full moon, and Xu Yuan's pupils shrank.

"Is this considered divine power?"

It's dangerous!

The fierce wind blew the waiting Bai Jie into a rolling gourd and flew far away.

"Well, you know it?"

In her impression, as long as it was something Xu Yuan wanted to do, there was basically nothing he couldn't do.

puff!

"Go to sleep."

He discovered that since absorbing the divine body, not only his physical attributes have been greatly improved, but his momentum has also been inexplicably strengthened.

It has a complete puzzle of Li Gui, and also has its own Gui Xi. Although it does not have a professional template of its own, as Xu Yuan's shadow, it can share Xu Yuan's professional bonuses.

The strong will automatically come to your door.

Xu Yuan looked at these abilities that represented his own strength and thought silently in his heart.

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Originally, Xu Yuan was still thinking about where to find a strong enough opponent to fight against.

The next second.

Seeing the strange figure sitting there with blood and tears in her eyes, Bai Jie was confused.

Bai Jie, who landed on her butt, finally stopped.

But this doesn't satisfy him.

He! Wants to kill this Chang Ming!

"Follow me, Teacher Bai."

Pupils contracted, and with a thought, Xu Yuan's two soul hands broke through the circular air wave and directly hit the dean's bare chest.

Or maybe he wasn't in the mood to care.

Its skin was blue and purple, its muscles were knotted, and its mucus-flowing skin exuded a disgusting smell of alcohol.

He handed these two things to Bai Jie.

A dark shadow double emerged from the shadows.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as imagined.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Bai Jie's forehead.

[Your ears have absorbed the power of the gods’ ears, and your ears’ ability to listen to the sounds of all things is improved.]

Angry curses rang in his ears at the same time.

He grabbed the opponent's skinny ankle fiercely.

Ta-ta-ta!

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from the corridor.

There is hatred, but the target of hatred is Chang Ming.

If it were before, Xu Yuan might have chosen to run away.

If Xu Yuan can step into the level of red clothes.

Xu Yuan was very interested in painters.

A chilling aura rose from the dean of academic affairs. At this time, he was like a Shura who had been fighting in the arena for a long time, rather than a teacher who should teach and educate people.

But He never set his sights on him.

"Hate tastes sour."
To be continued...