Gao Wu: Landing 3,000 Years Into the Future

In the dream world.

Lin Feng crossed a pile of desolate ruins, and the area ahead seemed to be a residential area.

Hundreds of houses were in pieces.

It seemed as if a hundred-foot-long beast had appeared and trampled all the houses along the way, crushing them into pieces.

It also killed all the innocent human beings.

After walking for a long time, Lin Feng saw half of the building that had not collapsed.

After observing, he flashed into the house.

There was a terrible fire inside, gray-black walls, rotten furniture, mottled ironware...

Lin Feng searched, trying to find some items that recorded world information.

But this world civilization was too developed.

He had long since gotten rid of the shackles of books and paper, and he found nothing.

"Woo-woo--"

Just as Lin Feng was thinking, a strange sound came from behind him, and a red-robed martial corpse came in from the balcony. It growled and stretched out its strong arms to grab Lin Feng fiercely.

The arm made a "whoosh" sound in the air.

Lin Feng blocked it with his arms, and in an instant, two figures fought quickly in the house, and the collision sounded loud and loud.

The already dilapidated house was about to collapse.

The red-robed martial corpse was powerful, with greater strength and faster speed, and even retained certain fighting skills in his lifetime.

"It's bad, the bloodthirsty and violent martial corpses nearby will hear the sound and come here."

"It must be a quick battle."

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the fighting instinct of muscle memory burst out. He stepped and dodged, rushed to the back of the red-robed martial corpse, and hugged the latter's neck with both hands.

Down...

Tug hard.

The heel crushed the martial corpse's knee like a cannonball, and pulled it up and down violently.

"Crack——"

The martial corpse's head was turned at a strange angle, and its neck was broken, completely hanging on its back.

The corpse staggered for a while and fell to the ground.

Then the corpse quickly turned into ashes, and the last black and red light flew out and rushed into Lin Feng's body.

"Before you died, were you a martial artist who taught and answered questions?"

"Are you good at boxing?"

Lin Feng opened his eyes, indicating that all the memories of the martial corpse had been absorbed.

This time he gained a lot.

This is a practical fighting boxing.

After absorbing this memory, Lin Feng's understanding of boxing obviously reached a new level.

"My blood seems to be surging in my body..."

Even though he was in a dream, Lin Feng could clearly feel that his martial arts strength had improved.

Because each powerful martial corpse had his own strengths when he was alive.

Those memories may overlap, but they also complement each other, like a puzzle, constantly making up for Lin Feng's shortcomings in martial arts practice.

This dream is definitely his greatest adventure.

Killing martial corpses, absorbing memories continuously and integrating them into his body.

Lin Feng easily achieved the practical results that others worked hard to hone..

It can even be said.

Zhou Luohan and other proud students in the school, go to the martial arts hall to practice daily for three to five years, and absorb the memory of a powerful martial corpse, and they can easily achieve overtaking.

It is equivalent to stepping on the shoulders of countless giants and attacking with dimensionality reduction.

"The so-called proud students are nothing more than that!!!"

Lin Feng looked outside, where there was a thick dead fog, and one or two staggering shadows occasionally flashed in the fog.

He looked firm and strode out.

During the two days of the weekend, Lin Feng kept fighting in his dreams and absorbing the memory of the martial corpse who had lost his mind.

The effect was also immediate.

His blood value and combat power index soared every day, and finally, he successfully counterattacked and was promoted to a first-level warrior.

But Lin Feng couldn't be happy.

Because as his martial arts skills continued to improve, he would inevitably need a lot of funds to support it.

As the old saying goes, poor scholars and rich warriors are absolutely correct.

Just in terms of "eating".

He now eats ordinary meals every day, which can't keep up with the nutrients needed for the growth of his own qi and blood.

Even if you eat several large bowls of rice in one meal, it doesn't make much sense, and you will even become a terrible feces-making machine.

He needs better nutritional supplements.

For example, the qi and blood pills and spiritual muscle strengthening blood soup that rich kids eat every day...

But Lin Feng's family is ordinary, and the hard-earned money of his parents can't support the consumption expenses of a warrior.

So he spent most of the morning thinking about how to make money!

"Lin Feng, what are you daydreaming about?" Zhou Jie, his best friend, came over, patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, and said, "The next class is the most critical practical class. Let's go to the school martial arts hall to gather!"

Lin Feng sighed, "How do you want to make money!"

"At school... make money? Unless you are one of those geniuses in the elite class, you will be recommended to Wuhan University in the future, get a full scholarship, and various expenses subsidies..."

Lin Feng's eyes showed a gleam of thinking.

"Elite class?"

"Scholarship?"

Zhou Jie's words inspired him. This is a good way to make money.

As far as he knows, the school will give generous material rewards to students with good grades every year.

Lin Feng asked, "Do you remember how much prize money our Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School has?"

Zhou Jie replied that the school's first prize can be 100,000 yuan, the second prize is 50,000 yuan, the third prize is 30,000 yuan, and the excellent prize is 10,000 yuan.

Lin Feng immediately had an idea in his mind.

He naturally had his eyes on the first prize.

However, in order to win the prize, he had to show some talent and strength that a first-class scholarship winner should have in school.

While chatting, the two walked towards the school martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall of Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School is very large, and it is divided into a number of cushioned areas. Each area is equivalent to a practical class practice classroom.

When Lin Feng and the others came in, many classes were also in class. They found their ownThe classroom venue.

All students sat in a circle.

In the middle stood a burly teacher who looked intimidating without even getting angry.

The combat teacher was named Fan Kui, a formal third-level warrior with great strength. It was said that he had been on the battlefield and had fought against strange beasts head-on.

"Listen carefully, this combat class mainly consolidates the basic fighting skills that I taught you before and how to apply them to actual combat."

Fan Kui began to demonstrate his fighting skills in person and even asked a male classmate to come on stage as a sparring partner.

In Lin Feng's eyes, the fighting methods taught by Fan Kui were very simple and superficial.

What he absorbed in his dream memories was far more advanced than these.

Those were the fighting skills of martial arts.

They were the fighting skills of life and death.

"In our class, Mo Yunhui is the best. He has a good family background, extraordinary talent, and a handsome appearance."

The boy who was sparring with Fan Kui was wearing a white martial arts uniform, which made the girls in the class excited.

In fact, the key is that Mo Yunhui has a good family background.

Every day, he eats all kinds of high-quality tonics as meals, and his blood value is about to break through 7. ”

Lin Feng didn’t care. Even though Mo Yunhui was so outstanding, he didn’t get into the elite class for geniuses.

At this moment, his attention was focused on thinking about making money from scholarships.

He wanted a generous first-class scholarship.

He had to get into the elite class for geniuses.

And in the elite class, he could get a lot of resource subsidies from the school every once in a while.

But, how should he do it?

Tell the teacher about this, saying that his martial arts skills qualified him to enter the elite class…

“The demonstration is over. Now we need another student to come up and fight. Raise your hand if you are willing!”

Teacher Fan Kui shouted, and his eyes swept around. The students below avoided him.

“What’s going on? This is the best opportunity to improve your actual combat skills. Don’t miss it! "

Fan Kui frowned, quite dissatisfied.

Every time when fighting practice was mentioned in the practical class, the students would shrink back like cowards, afraid of breaking their hands and feet. How could he teach like this?

"Still no one?"

"Then I'll call out the names at random."

Fan Kui was extremely disappointed, but at this moment, he suddenly met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

"This guy?"

Fan Kui stared at this student with a cold face and a thin figure. All the students avoided his gaze, only this student dared to look him in the eye.

The feeling told Fan Kui that this was a different student.

Fan Kui pointed his finger and shouted, "This student is you, come up and practice with Mo Yunhui in actual combat."

"Ah? ”

Lin Feng came back to his senses and realized that he was "lucky".

"Lin Feng, you have to pray for your luck!"

"This guy is also unlucky. As a transparent student in the class, he was actually picked by the teacher."

"The opponent is Mo Yunhui. The gap in strength is too big. Luo Feng is afraid today.is going to be in trouble."

In the sympathetic eyes of his classmates.

Lin Feng stood up without saying a word and walked to the central combat area.

"Actually, there is a sense of oppression?"

Fan Kui was stunned for a moment. The moment Lin Feng stood up, he had an illusion that this thin student, like a tiger, slowly stood up among the sheep.

"Is it murderous aura?"

When Lin Feng came closer, Fan Kui was shocked.

Because he actually sensed a unique warrior temperament from Lin Feng.

This temperament is only possessed by soldiers who have been on the battlefield and have really killed monsters.

"This boy is definitely different..."

Fan Kui thought, why didn't he find such a good seedling in the class when he was in the combat class before?

"What's your name? ”

“Lin Feng.”

Fan Kui asked again with an admiring tone, “What was the blood gas value when you tested it at school last time?”

“4.8.”

Lin Feng did not lie. The last blood gas value test organized by the school was three weeks ago. His blood gas value was indeed 4.8.

Fan Kui frowned.

A blood gas value of only 4.8?

It doesn’t look like it?

Could it be that I made a mistake?

Fan Kui did not ask any more questions and said, “Next, you and Mo Yunhui will practice in actual combat, using the basic fighting techniques I just demonstrated. In the process, I will point out the shortcomings of both of you.”

“Okay, teacher.”

Lin Feng answered like a good student, but he didn’t know that he was preparing to play the pig and eat the tiger.

“Lin Feng. ”

“To tell you the truth, I took a test yesterday weekend, and my blood value is already 7.1. We will practice fighting later. Fists and feet have no eyes, so you have to be careful.”

Mo Yunhui seemed arrogant, and his eyes showed his contempt for Lin Feng, a poor student.

A curve rose at the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth.

He knew that Mo Yunhui had always been ashamed to be in the ordinary class, and his goal was the genius elite class.

Lin Feng said, it’s a pity, the quota for entering the elite class is mine.

He replied calmly, “Let’s start!”

Seeing the attitude of the poor student Lin Feng, Mo Yunhui, who claimed to be a genius, was very unhappy, “Watch this——”

Mo Yunhui put his five fingers together, and the whole person rushed out like a cheetah, rushing towards Lin Feng quickly.

“It’s over, Lin Feng is probably carried out of the martial arts hall sideways today. ”

Many students couldn’t bear to watch.

The next moment.

“Hold——”

A shadow flew out of the venue, like a kite with a broken string, flying several meters away, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Is it over before we can see clearly?

Is Lin Feng too vulnerable? Can’t he even withstand a fight with Mo Yunhui?

However, when the loser covered his chest, his face pale, and struggled to get up from the ground, everyone realized thatThe one who flew out was actually the genius in the class, Mo Yunhui.

And what about Lin Feng?

He stood in the middle of the field, like a mountain, and his feet seemed to have not moved a step.

Quiet.

The whole place was dead silent.

Lin Feng, a poor student, actually won?

Everyone looked at Lin Feng and Mo Yunhui, who was lying on the ground in pain, with unbelievable eyes.

The expressions of doubting life were so conspicuous and abrupt.

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