Since he began practicing the dragon traveling technique, He Mu has to fight Mo Chuxin for three games a day.

No matter what, no one can hit the machine when it hits it.

Sometimes he even deliberately did not block it, pursuing the real touch of the fist hitting the body.

Ordinary people have a long reflex arc, punching their fists on their body, and when the pain comes back to their brains, they have already knocked you down.

But the Red Mist Warrior is different.

The red mist warrior's reflex arc is extremely short, and the brain senses it the moment his fist touches his body.

So theoretically speaking, it is really a little bit possible to achieve full strength.

However, it is not realistic to have complete strength, so there is no reflective arc, but it can still be done by removing 20% ​​to 30%.

Although it is only twenty or thirty percent, it is actually a very different difference.

For example, now I can only withstand a few attacks with a combat power of 600.

But if the attack with a combat power of 500 is not hit by a vital part, it can withstand hundreds of strokes a day.

In fact, the power gap between these two attacks is only 20%.

...

Time flies fast.

In a blink of an eye, He Mu practiced the dragon-walking technique for a month. At this time, the gap in combat effectiveness between him and Mo Chuxin had narrowed to less than one hundred.

Although He Mu still couldn't beat Mo Chuxin, he could have been with her for seven or eight minutes.

That night.

He Mu came to the second floor of the school cafeteria with a sore body.

Shi Weitian was still the same as usual and had prepared supper long ago.

After being together for so long, He Mu and Mo Chuxin have long lost their previous restraints, so they eat face to face very quickly.

As he was eating, He Mu suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Shi Weitian next to him.

"Teacher Shi, I went out a few days ago. I originally wanted to go to the Red Mist Alliance to buy some food and bring it to the road.

As a result, I saw the same level of meat as our supper. I looked at the price and could be 30% off based on my city contribution value. After the discount, I would need 1.2 million.

The cost of this piece of meat is only 500,000 yuan. How did you do this?"

Shi Weitian's expression was stiff.

One million yuan was his fooling principal, and the real price he bought was one million yuan.

For this reason, he had already sold the large villa in Tianmen District to make up for the loss.

“As a chef, I naturally have different channels.”

Shi Weitian asked calmly with a faint smile on his face.

Then, without waiting for He Mu to continue asking, he found a reason to leave the cafeteria.

After he left, He Mu looked at Mo Chuxin.

"Senior sister, did Teacher Shi use his own money to subsidize us for dinner?"

Mo Chuxin hesitated for a moment and replied: "Yes."

Seeing that Mo Chuxin was so direct, He Mu didn't react.

"Why did he... do this?"

You should know that under normal circumstances, when teachers in school teach, they are all here to make money and make city contributions.

Where can I pay for my own money?

Mo Chuxin whispered while eating: "Because the teachers in our school are all very proud.

They don't want their students to be better than their students in other schools, but their treatment is not as good as others.

If this happens, they would rather pay for the money themselves to make up for the gap. They would not let the students suffer any grievances."

He Mu didn't know what to say for a while.

A word from my previous life suddenly popped up in my mind.

"Generate electricity with love"

This was just a joke in my previous life, and not many people took it seriously.

Unexpectedly, he really met such a person in this life.

This is simply incredible.

Mo Chuxin continued to say:

“They are the same with me. Since I started my freshman year, they have not asked me to spend a penny, even if I have a lot of money.

They say it's for fairness.

If I change the treatment I earn based on my strength because I have too much money and let me spend more money, it would be unfair to me.

And in order to pursue this fairness, they would rather suffer more on their own."

He Mu's expression became a little complicated when he heard this.

This is indeed proud, and proudly a little extreme.

Originally, he wanted to continue asking about some hidden information, but at this moment, a message prompt sounded suddenly on his cell phone.

He Mu took out his cell phone and looked at it, his brows frowned slightly.

The message was sent by teacher Ling Hanxing.

The content is only a short sentence.

"All the cultivation methods of the Extreme Realm True Dragon Path are stored in the USB flash drive, which is in the drawer of the bedside table in my dormitory."

This sentence is a bit inexplicable.

But the more He Mu looked, the deeper his brows frowned.

Then, he suddenly thought of a possibility and stood up immediately.

...

at the same time.

A battlefield near Southern Road.

Ling Hanxing sat on a destroyed tank and looked at the gray sky in the distance with a little bit of a slight expression.

At this time, his body was covered in blood and his face turned pale.

There was a huge penetrating injury on his abdomen, and he was bleeding from the air, and he couldn't cover it no matter how hard he covered it.

"I'm afraid it's going to get cold, alas, it's finally my turn."

Ling Hanxing sighed lightly, and his eyes gradually became calm.

The only ones who were still alive back then were the boss and him.

He is the weakest, but he didn't expect to live to this day.

Without too much struggle, nor any strong desire to survive, Ling Hanxing simply closed his eyes and waited for death silently.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from a distance!

"Teacher Ling!"

Hearing this sound, Ling Hanxing opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came.

I saw a big trumpet being stuck on the mound of soil a hundred meters away.

"I...I'm here!"

Ling Hanxing responded quickly.

After the words came, the speaker suddenly shrank back, and then the surrounding soil layer rolled up.

Not long after, a small ground driller broke out of the ground and stopped beside the tank.

Immediately afterwards, a young man of twenty-four or fifteen quickly came out of the drilling machine and carried him into the drilling machine without saying a word.

...

At school, He Mu has been restless since receiving the teacher’s strange message.

He had no intention of going to the teacher's dormitory to watch any USB flash drive. After making seven or eight calls in a row, he finally opened the teacher's cell phone.

But the person who answered the phone was the voice of a strange young man.

"You are He Mu, I know you. I am a student in the previous school. Teacher Ling was seriously injured and rescued by me. Now he is in a coma due to excessive blood loss and is transfusion."

Hearing this, He Mu felt a thump in his heart and asked quickly: "Senior, Teacher Ling is not in danger of his life, right?"

"The military doctor said no, but it may take one to two months to recuperate."
To be continued...