Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 15 Familiar Recipes, Familiar Tastes

Looking at Han Zhan, who looked exactly like himself, Li Shutong almost cursed.

Even if you have an SSS-level talent as a Spiritual Contract Master, you can learn Bajiquan in seconds. Did you get here by cheating? !

"How did you find the location?"

Li Shutong was really shocked. Even he himself didn't know the location of Kaiji. He could only rely on his vague feeling to seek breakthroughs in battle after battle.

But there was no fighting at all in the Korean War. Just listening to himself dictating the Eight-Fist Fist, did he unlock the first lock?

"Just... found it based on feeling?" Han Zhan was not sure either.

He just relied on the memories of his previous life about the Eight-door Dunjia, and thought of the opening position as a brain area, and then used the Eight-door Fist.

Did it really work out?
After unlocking the first lock, Han Zhan could clearly feel that his body was filled with new energy. Whether it was speed, reaction or strength, there was a considerable improvement.

It has the same effect as Fu Xiqin's "Long Xiang Cao".

But now the Korean War can completely superimpose the two. This is not simply one plus one equals two!
Han Zhan tentatively guided the Gangqi in Bajiquan and began to attack the second position in his memory, which was Xiuji.

But all these Gangqi were thrown into the sea, and there was no news at all.

He gave up completely.

Cultivation, indeed, cannot be achieved overnight.

"Teacher, how many locks can you unlock now?" Han Zhan asked curiously.

"Six Paths, I have a vague feeling that it won't be long before the seventh path is unlocked." Li Shutong replied.

His achievement was already impressive, but it dimmed a lot in front of the disciple who unlocked the first lock in seconds.

When Li Shutong thought of this, he clenched his fists expressionlessly.

"In addition to unlocking the shackles and improving oneself, the Baji boxing technique is equally important. Otherwise, it will be useless if there is nowhere to display the force."

"Next, I will teach you the boxing skills honed in life and death by fighting against the Zerg!"

As soon as Li Shutong finished speaking,
Before Han Zhan could speak, he had already punched him.

This punch is full force!
……

early morning.

When Xia Youwei woke up from her sleep, she heard a noise on the lawn downstairs.

Walking onto the balcony, Han Zhan was sweating profusely, punching, dodging, and moving with several wooden dummies.

It looked like he hadn't slept all night.

"Humph. This stupid straight man!" Xia Youwei muttered as she looked at the double bed she had carefully made.

When she saw Han Zhan's face being beaten like a pig's head, the original complaint in her heart suddenly improved a lot.

"The teacher left in the middle of the night and did not stay here to sleep."

"Let's go have breakfast quickly. We have to attend the graduation ceremony today."

As a student of Ivy Academy, after completing the Spiritual Contract Master assessment, even if you officially graduate from the academy, you will then go to various war zones to report and start a new journey.

Although they made a splash in the examination and were accepted as disciples by Li Shutong, Han Zhan and Xia Youwei's life trajectories in Ivy College have not yet come to an end.

After breakfast, we went to Ivy College together.

As soon as Han Zhan and Xia Youwei appeared, they were pointed at by the students around them.

From time to time, he also let out a burst of laughter.

"?" Han Zhan and Xia Youwei both had question marks on their faces.

This scene is somewhat familiar.

But it's the familiarity that gives them a sense of absurdity.

Repeat yesterday?

But haven't they already proven themselves in the combat assessment, why...

"Hey, isn't this the student Han who shined in the Spirit Contract Master combat assessment yesterday?" From a distance, Wang Lumao and Xiao Mei walked together.

When he saw Han Zhan, he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

What is he proud of?
Someone soon clarified Han Zhan's confusion.

"I was sent to the Deep Blue City Protector Organization, starting from the bottom members?"

"Yes, Han Zhan, I know this decision may not be acceptable to you, but this is a decision from above, and I have tried hard to fight for you..."

In the principal's office, when Chen Pupu told Han Zhan the news, he himself sighed.

Even he couldn't understand why the higher-ups made this decision.

That's an SSS-level spirit bonder with perfect scores in both combat and treatment tests!

How could the authorities send him to the City Protector organization?

Isn't this completely overkill?
Although the city defenders have considerable power in the city, they are still an organization on the rear.

Compared with those frontline organizations and major war zones, their growth, development, and future achievements pale into insignificance.

"No, Principal Chen, I accept this arrangement." Han Zhan shook his head and said.

He finally understood why Wang Lumao was so arrogant and why other students were talking about him.

They probably thought that they had slapped the official in the face during the assessment and embarrassed them.

That's why the official took action personally and sent himself to the City Protector organization.

But Han Zhan understood that this was what the teacher meant.

Go to various war zones, no matter which war zone, no matter how you develop, you will only become the shadow of others.

"Is this what the teacher said, finding your own way?" Han Zhan said to himself.

Han Zhan's "fall from favor" spread instantly throughout the Ivy League.

Wang Lumao and Xiao Mei's contribution to this was indispensable.

Now everyone knows that because the Korean War offended the official, he went to the grassroots organizations that were the most tiring and hard-working.

Some people feel it is a pity, some people are gloating about the misfortune, and some people are just enjoying themselves.

The happiest person here is Wang Lumao. The bad temper that was completely overshadowed by Han Zhan yesterday can finally be vented.

"Han Zhan, I have already said that you are not as good as me."

"So what if you pass the most difficult test? If you offend the official, you will die!"

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Lumao waited outside the principal's office just to taunt Han Zhan immediately and to see him livid with anger.

At this time, the Korean War started.

He raised his fist and hit Wang Lumao in the face.

"Humph, you are so angry! You are arrogant and don't have a bonded spirit. What qualifications do you have to beat me!"

Xiao Mei was not around. When Wang Lumao saw Han Zhan take action, he did not retreat. As he snorted coldly, a layer of white mist condensed in front of him.

The talent of the spirit, the spirit of the fairy!
Wang Lumao couldn't wait to toss with Xiao Mei yesterday.

But the white mist was extremely thin, and in Han Zhan's eyes, it was as brittle as paper.

He punched him, and at the same time, the excitement in his brain was released, and his power exploded at this moment.

boom!
Han Zhan's fist shattered the fairy spirit, and then hit Wang Lumao in the face.

The latter was completely beaten out, and before he could even finish a complete curse word, his vision went dark and he fainted.

"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)