After He Mu looked carefully for about three or four minutes, the true dragon gradually disintegrated, and Chen Che's figure appeared again.

"He Mu, condensed shape is not something you can do if you just want a powerful creature to come out.

You are not afraid of you making jokes when you say it. What the teacher tried to condense at the beginning was a monster with a strange shape he imagined.

But in the end, the actual combat was full of flaws. Do you know why?"

"have no idea."

He Mu shook his head.

Chen Che smiled indifferently: "Because the power of the Creator is far stronger than that of us humans, the lives it conceives are almost perfect.

Therefore, only life that has truly existed and has a historical status is suitable for decondensation.”

He Mu understood what he meant.

The Creator is an abstract concept, which should be called natural evolution to be precise.

For example, humans do not necessarily have more hands, but they will definitely be more powerful. They will definitely run faster if they grow one foot.

The key is to balance.

If one more hand really is more powerful, then after millions of years of natural evolution, humans will have a third hand long ago.

As for perfection, it is also within their respective fields.

Humans are perfect in a certain field, but not in the field of combat.

"The real dragon I condensed just now has existed.

I have perfectly reproduced every detail on its body and even the location of each scale.

If there is a little problem in the middle, the power of the real dragon shape will be greatly reduced!”

Chen Che continued.

He Mu immediately understood why it was simplest to condense the body of a human-shaped god of war.

Because people are the most familiar with people.

And if you want to condense other creatures, the difficulty will naturally increase greatly.

Not to mention creatures with extremely complex shapes like real dragons.

...

"Teacher, is the true dragon shape you condensed really much more powerful than the human shape you condensed by other Red Mist warriors?"

He Mu asked curiously.

“That’s nature.

The combat power of human form is greatly affected by weapons.

At this stage of War Emperor, the true form's defense is enough to beat the Tiangong generation.

In other words, unless you hold the Great Pin, other war emperors in front of me will be no weapons.

But I have my own weapons.”

Chen Che spoke as his five fingers were claw-shaped.

Although this statement is a bit complicated, He Mu quickly understood the meaning.

In other words, a man fights a tiger.

If he had a metal weapon in his hand, he might have a sliding shovel.

But if he doesn't have a weapon to break the tiger's defense, then he will be bare-handed in front of the tiger.

Can a person with bare hands be a tiger's opponent?

You don't have to think about it and know it.

In the final analysis, human beings are like people in reality and need weapons to be powerful.

Unfortunately, the Tiangong generation in this world is almost at its limit and there are no powerful weapons.

...

Chen Che continued: "If you want to condense the shape of a real dragon, you need more red fog, which will increase the difficulty by another order of magnitude.

So, are you sure to continue practicing the ultimate real dragon path?”

"As long as I am powerful, I will practice."

He Mu was decisive and honest.

...

at the same time.

Above the moon, inside Jinyang City.

A middle-aged man was looking at a letter in front of him with a complicated expression.

There is only one sentence in the letter.

"He Mu and his mother have recognized each other. He really wants to go to the moon now. I guess he should know that you are on the moon."

The middle-aged man read this sentence for five minutes, and his expression changed for five minutes.

Sometimes happy, sometimes worried...

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

The middle-aged man put away the letter and whispered: "Please come in."

After the words came, a young alien with golden skin, red eyes and blonde hair walked in.

"Hello, Teacher He!"

The young aliens were very polite and even bowed to the middle-aged man after coming in.

The middle-aged man quickly stood up and avoided it, and then said, "Jin Yao, don't have to give me this great gift in the future. How can I, a human being, afford it?"

Jin Yao said, "It is natural to respect teachers and respect the truth, so what can Teacher He not afford?

By the way, Teacher He, I came here mainly to ask you a question, didn’t disturb you, right?”

"You ask, I'm just idle."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

Jin Yao looked happy when he heard this, and quickly picked up a book called "Management" in his hand and put it in front of the middle-aged man.

"Teacher He, here..."

"That's how it is..."

...

The students in the indoor area are respectful and studious, and the teachers are tempted and in harmony.

If this is placed on the earth, it can be promoted as a typical example of great national unity.

...

After a while, Jin Yao left with the book with satisfaction.

As soon as he left, the smile on the middle-aged man's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes began to show concern.

This is the Jinyang clan...

A terrible race that never forgets to draw on the strengths of other races.

Although Jin Yao is extremely modest on the surface, he is actually extremely proud inside and his mind is extremely narrow.

If I bear the gift I just came in, I will inevitably die in the war god city.

If I don’t answer his question carefully, then the few human students in Jinyang Academy will definitely suffer.

What is Jinyang College?

Jinyang Academy is an academy nominally co-founded by the Jinyang clan and humans, but is actually completely controlled by the Jinyang clan.

Before Jinyang College, only the Jinyang clan inherited this educational method.

This academy is the product of the Jinyang clan’s absorption of human civilization.

The geniuses of the Jinyang clan are crazy about absorbing various advanced human ideas and even technologies in the academy, but a few human students want to learn something from the Jinyang clan...

It's as hard as climbing to the sky!

This is especially true for coagulation and art.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

What students and teachers?

In fact, everyone knows it well.

The students of the Jinyang clan are students, but these humans are hostages.
To be continued...