Chapter 75 First Recognition (Second Explosion)

Three hours passed quickly. When Lie Er announced that today's practice was over, the fat man subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the beating ball in his hand. If the three-hour horse step was put in the past, the fat man with a "house" spirit would never stick to it, but now it's very different. At the beginning, he and Wang Debiao When learning, this basic skill has laid a solid foundation. At that time, the fighting spirit in the fat man's body was scarce, and he had persisted. Now it was even easier. However, the fat man did not expect that this seemingly easy way to control the ball consumed him too much mental energy. Not to mention staring at the ball, he also needed to distinguish a lot of spirit to control the fighting spirit in the body, as long as the fighting spirit ran well. With a little deviation, the ball will fly out of the palm of the hand. With this effort, although it is only the first day, and it seems that the results are comparable to Zhang Kui, who has been practicing for a long time, the energy consumed greatly exceeds that of Zhang Kui.

The fat man wanted to get up, but saw Zhang Kui, who was still standing beside him, and the ball in the palm of his hand was beating slowly. He didn't seem to hear what Mr. Lie's practice was over.

Sweat flowed down Zhang Kui's cheeks like rain. Zhang Kui's clothes were all wet and tightly attached to his body. The fat man found that Zhang Kui's eyes had been closed, completely relying on the feeling of his palm to control the ball. The fat man looked at it carefully for a few minutes and found that Zhang Kui's footsteps were not stable, and he trembled slightly. It seems that I can't hold on any longer.

The fat man looked at Mr. Lie'er and found that the latter had an admiring look. This appreciation naturally came to Zhang Kui, which was very clear.

Suddenly, a sense of competition rose in the fat man's heart, eager to be appreciated by the teacher. At that moment, the palm was spread out, and the ball in the palm flew again.

Lie Er smiled and looked at the fat man with a trace of appreciation. Then, he ignored the two and walked away.

I don't know how long it took, the gentle breeze blew, and the fat man found that the dryness disappeared in an instant, and the fatigue all over his body also dissipated at this moment. I couldn't help opening my eyes and found that I didn't know when a silver hook hung on the edge of the sky. In the faint breeze, a little sand and dust flew, and the night looked particularly confused at this moment.

The fat man was attracted by the beautiful moonlight, his mind was slightly distracted, and the ball flying in mid-air turned to one side. The fat man stretched out his hand to grab it, but he saw that the ball just hit the ball that bounced on Zhang Kui's palm beside him. He immediately turned to the other side, and Zhang Kui also woke up at this moment.

Zhang Kui opened his eyes in an instant and looked at the fat man with a chagrin.

The fat man smiled and waved his hand in front of Zhang Kui, "This stingy style is not suitable for you. Hey hey, are you hungry?" The fat man covered his stomach and didn't look hungry. On the contrary, he seemed to have eaten too much and was in a hurry to go to the toilet.

Looking at the exaggerated expression of the fat man, Zhang Kui smiled, and his roughness showed his true nature again. He was about to laugh at the fat man, but he shouted in disputable anger, and then his face came bitterly, "I'm hungry too!"

The fat man laughed, and the fat man's heroic laughter sounded between the empty world. Suddenly, the fat man had a desire to sing in his heart, and now he sang to the vast night sky, "Go forward, move forward, the responsibility of eating is heavy, and the grievance of the stomach is deep..."

Listening to the fat man's out-of-tune song, Zhang Kui picked up the ball that fell to the ground and strode to the college canteen with the fat man.

After dinner, the two returned to Zhang Kui's bedroom. The fat man thought he was going to squeeze with Zhang Kui, but found that Mr. Lie Er had already set up a bed by Zhang Kui's bed, and all the washing utensils were ready.

Zhang Kui saw the fat man looking at the bed with a touching face. He smiled and said, "Fat man, when do you look like a woman? It's over after washing and sleeping. What are you looking at!"

The fat man looked at Zhang Kui contemptuously, said, and immediately thundered Zhang Kui fiercely, "I recognize the bed. I need to cultivate my relationship with the bed first."

On the second day, the fat man got up early. The treatment of the students in the college was really good. With brand-new utensils, the fat man slept quite comfortably yesterday. However, the shortcoming is that life is happy and lack of a wife.

Since the last time he changed from a boy to a man, the fat man found that the little fat, who had always been calm and low-key, became high-spirited, ** Siye, stimulating the fat man's brain nerves from time to time. At night, he looked dissatisfied. The fat man hardened all night, like a small steel cannon, turned over and slept sideways. No, it's uncomfortable!

At this time, the fat man misses the little demon. After thinking for a while, he put the little demon back. The little demon needs to reach Xiaocheng before he can do that. Although the little demon is talented, it also takes a lot of time to reach Xiaocheng. Xiaowu, um, her download is a little worse, but she doesn't know that Xiaowu is now. Have you forgive yourself? The ice mother-in-law is fierce and tight.

As for Natalie... Er, she may be a substitute? But what if the download jumps up again? The plug-in is his life-saving trick! After thinking about it, the fat man found that he seemed to shuttle through the flowers and linger with pride, but when he really counted, he didn't even have a person who could get in close contact with him. Thinking of this, the fat man was a little depressed and sighed, "Brother, bear with it, ah, a persive man said it well, big head. This kind of person is a great man. The small head is in trouble, and the big head suffers. This kind of person is a loser. If you are not obedient, my big fatness will be ruined and become a loser. You little fat can't live alone, can you? Be patient, good boy!"

Dissatisfied, naturally, it can only double vent all the resentment into the training.

When the fat man came to the place where he practiced yesterday, Zhang Kui had already closed his eyes to practice. The fat man really admired Zhang Kui's diligence. Like Bill, it seemed that cultivation was all they had. Of course, the fat man is not dissatisfied at all, but in contrast, doesn't he expose the fat man's lazy otaku temperament? Seeing Mr. Lieer standing beside him, the fat man saluted and began to practice.

Zhang Kui is the brother of the fat man. Zhang Kui has great respect for Mr. Lie'er, and even the fat man respects Lie'er.

In this way, after practicing for several days, the fat man found that it took a lot of time to control the ball to a transcendent level only by relying on the perception of the body and the operation of fighting spirit, and this journey can be said to be endless. It is impossible to practice this "ball control" all his life, right?

By chance, the fat man carried out the eighth level of death. In an instant, the fat man found that his perception of things around him had been greatly improved. He had a feeling like an arm and a finger for the ball in the palm of his hand. The fat man was shocked, and a bold idea sprouted in his heart, and then the fat man Pay to practice and slowly improve your skills, from the first-order demonization, to the second-order fierce battle, and then to the third-order evil. With the improvement of class, the control of the ball is also more and more accurate. The fat man found that not only the small ball, but also a drop of water can be accurately controlled. It should be soft and strong. This is different from fighting gas wrapped in water droplets. It forcibly changes the energy attributes of water droplets by fighting gas. In fact, it still plays a role. The fat man feels like integrating into the water in the water in an instant, as if water is a part of him, his hand, and his skin. But when the fat man withdrew from the eighth-level skill of Death, that feeling disappeared in an instant. The small ball is still a small ball, and the water is still water. It is slightly different because his control ability is getting stronger and stronger, and the breath in his body is running faster and faster.

What's going on? The fat man is puzzled!

This feeling is really special, but the mental method used is the eighth level of death, and now the fat man is still in the most dangerous level of the eighth level of death. While tasting that wonderful feeling, the fat man must also worry about his little life. There is really a sense of excitement that is extremely cool and dangerous.

After hesitating for a few days, the fat man decided to tell Mr. Lieer about his discovery. Maybe Lieer could give him some help. Unexpectedly, after listening to the fat man's story, Lieer frowned and thought hard. Just as the fat man thought that Lieer could inspire him, Lieer said calmly, "I don't understand what you said at all."

The fat man almost fainted and forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction. Xiang Lie'er asked, "Teacher, do you think we should practice with the eighth level of death?"

Lieer frowned and said, "I don't know, but if you want to leave me, you must pass my test first. If you pass, you can go to the dean. I think he will have a way. So, are you going to accept my test now?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment. Isn't it? It's only ten days. It's only been ten days since he came here, and Mr. Lieer handed in a "ball control", which began to the test? Isn't this teaching process too much?

"Do you accept it?" Lie Er didn't care what the fat man thought, but just looked at the fat man and asked.

"This..." The fat man was still a little hesitant. Suddenly, an idea flashed. If he failed, he could take the exam again. He was afraid of a bird!

"Examination!"

Teacher Lie's solemn expression became soft, and he nodded with a smile, "Follow me."

The fat man followed Lieer to a room made of stone walls. Before entering the door, Lier motioned the fat man to call Zhang Kui, saying that he still needed to prepare something.

With some slight trembling, the fat man called Zhang Kui over. Zhang Kui was shocked when he heard that the fat man was going to be a teacher. Although he knew that the fat man was very talented, he had been practicing here for three months, and how long did the fat man practice? Ten days, is the gap between people so big? However, Zhang Kui is not a narrow-minded person, not to mention that the fat man is still his best brother, but he has made up his mind that he must be more diligent in the future. At the same time, he also secretly wishes that the fat man can pass this test.

Entering the room, a huge stone easily attracted the sight of the fat man and Zhang Kui.

The stone is almost half a person tall and black. At first glance, it looks a little greasy, but when you look carefully, it is not. In the dark, a faint light comes out of it. The whole stone is irregular. This is just a strange stone, but somehow, it can always give people a beautiful enjoyment, as if it were a feeling of appreciating beauty.

Looking at the fat man and Zhang Kui there, Lie'er smiled.

For a long time, the fat man has thought that tall, powerful and rough-like people can't have a gentle smile that makes people close to their close relatives, but Lie Er. Mr. Berg broke his understanding. Lie's figure is only one size smaller than Zhang Kui, and he also belongs to the category of "strong man", but his smile looks very soft, symmetrical to his rough face, strong body, and his smile is more and more gentle.

"This! It's your test question!" Lie Er's eyes were awe-sighted, but the smile at the corners of his mouth became softer and softer.