Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 106 Expert
What a tragic day.

After the advanced class ended, Chen Chou stayed there for a long time without leaving.

He looked back at the direction where the scroll disappeared, thinking about his fight with Duan Mingyuan. No matter how he looked at it, he could only come to one conclusion - he was beaten by Duan Mingyuan in all directions.

He had set up the barrier first and seized the initiative, so the excuse of "being careless" was no longer applicable; during the duel, Duan Mingyuan's sword-wielding skills reminded him of old grudges, but he had long forgotten about the idea of ​​stopping at the right time, so the excuse of "not taking it seriously" was no longer applicable; if we go back to the topic of sneak attack... if we have to count it, he was the one who was attacking.

Got it!

Chen Chou suddenly had an idea.

The young Mingyuan relied on his youth and strong physique to bully an old comrade like him who was hundreds of years old.

Beating an old man is not what a hero does!
As a result, Chen Chou felt a little better.

After successfully adjusting his mindset, he began to think about serious matters.

Even a blind man could tell that Duan Mingyuan held back in his last strike, otherwise if that sword had really landed on him, he would have been reduced to ashes along with the barrier. Although he was extremely reluctant, Chen Chou had to admit that if the First King back then could have gone one step further and mastered the sword that could cut through all things in the world, perhaps their war with the aliens would have been different.

Not long after, Duan Mingyuan came back after finishing his after-class summary.

Today's barrier competition is to set a direction for the students in the advanced class to work towards. The road to building a barrier is very long. It took him more than a year to figure out the tricks.

Duan Mingyuan found a huge rock next to Chen Chou, sat down, took out the osmanthus wine, turned two small stones on the ground into vessels, and poured a cup for himself and Chen Chou.

Chen Chou also made a great contribution to the success of the first class of the advanced class.

Duan Mingyuan is a man of his word and will naturally keep his promise.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Chen Chou picked up the wine glass and pondered suspiciously.

As far as he knew, people of the First King's bloodline would not be able to turn stones into wine glasses. In his impression, the only thing close to that was sleight of hand, which could only temporarily change the appearance but not the essence, thus creating the situation where the vessel looked like one was holding up a stone but one was actually drinking from it.

"Reconstructing objects is my ability."

"Reconstructing objects? Then what about your sword-controlling technique just now?"

"I thought about it before I went to bed yesterday."

"Wait a minute, you are not the descendant of the First King's son?"

"I don't have any royal blood."

He wasn't even born into a wealthy family. Like all the young people in Yunlong City, he went through a selection process for college entrance exams when he was young. After graduation, he found a job that looked glamorous to outsiders but was actually boring, and worked there for four years.

"No, this is not right. Since you are not the child of that boy, how can you use the sword-controlling technique that has been passed down from generation to generation?"

In the era before the arrival of the aliens, the art of wielding a sword was a totem-like existence. Although all kinds of strange and weird magic arts flourished, people had the inherent impression that those who knew how to wield a sword were symbols of slaying demons and monsters, and they would receive the utmost respect from the locals wherever they went.

"Because I'm the teacher of the "Defense Against Evil Spirits" class."

Duan Mingyuan couldn't remember how many times he had repeated this question in the past few days. He always felt that the people in the academy had some strange ways of thinking and always liked to dwell on some weird problems.

"What does this have to do with the teacher of the "Defense Against Evil Spirits" class?"

"Since I am the teacher of this course, the prerequisite for guiding students is naturally to master these skills first."

It's like if a teacher can't even understand the Olympiad questions himself, how can he teach students well in class?

Chen Chou was obviously a little unconvinced and asked, "You didn't lie to me?"

His memory contained all the knowledge about sorcery from hundreds of years ago in the academy, but no book had ever written about Duan Mingyuan's situation. He now seriously suspected that this person might be some other species in human skin.

"No."

Duan Mingyuan said, "Now let's talk about your ability. You can fill the barrier with corrosive death mist. Once you are infected with this mist, your life will be drained in an instant."

It sounds like a powerful ability, but it reminds him of Bai Kou's contemptuous look when he was praising Jiu Yue and Liu Qiangda.

Rather than flattery, it is more like a form of sarcasm.

This only means that Chen Chou, who is at the same level as the two, will not be taken seriously by the company's top management. They don't even regard Chen Chou as an opponent, but as some kind of rare source of life energy. "Now I can be sure that with the skills you have shown so far, you are not a match for 'Changzhi'."

"Not necessarily."

Chen Chou took a sip of osmanthus wine unconvincedly and said stubbornly, "How do you know if you don't try it?"

He has a claim.

As long as they haven't fought each other, even if the king of heaven comes, we will have to start from a 50-50 fight.

"If your abilities can't corrode their armor, what other cards do you have?"

While Duan Mingyuan used the strong wind to disperse the black fog, he also carefully observed Chen Chou's reaction.

The result is not ideal.

This may be a common problem among ancient and contemporary senior martial artists. Once their abilities no longer work, they will return to their instincts and start boxing in various ways.

He didn't want to attack Chen Chou, but to be frank, the old man's fighting style of gathering his life energy into a giant hand to punch was shit.

When facing an opponent of the level of "Long Branch", it is basically no different from the passive behavior of AFK A floor.

Ever since he watched the battle between September and Xifeng, he has often thought about this question.

If Zheng Gao wants to go one step further and reach the cosmic level, what changes need to be made?
"Hand cards? I have a lot of hands."

Chen Chou snorted coldly.

"for example?"

"For example... I already said it's a trump card, why should I tell you? As for you, your reconstruction ability is not omnipotent, right? If you meet an opponent that you can't reconstruct——"

Chen Chou's voice stopped abruptly.

He saw Duan Mingyuan snap his fingers towards the other end of the cliff, and the space in front of the two of them suddenly twisted together, forming a hole with a diameter of about 20 meters.

A wound appeared in this world, and on the other side of the wound was darkness and nothingness that not even light could penetrate.

"I have developed many special applications based on my abilities, considering that this may happen."

Duan Mingyuan drank osmanthus wine and observed the hole that lasted for more than ten seconds, just like he was enjoying a fireworks show.

"If we use gaming terms, it's probably skills."

"Skill?"

“The more skills you have, the easier it is to deal with emergencies.”

This time Chen Chou did not refute, but became thoughtful.

It's such a shame that I was pointed at by a junior.

But when he was in the Nether Prison, Duan Mingyuan did promise him that he would help him make further progress. Now it seems that this was not nonsense.

Chen Chou coughed lightly, not wanting others to notice his complicated feelings at the moment, so he abruptly changed the subject. He glanced at the wine glass on the ground and said, "But you really like osmanthus wine."

“I don’t usually have the habit of drinking.”

"Don't tell me you came all this way just to drink with me."

"Of course not, why would you think that?"

Duan Mingyuan also looked at the wine glass on the ground, "This sweet-scented osmanthus wine was brewed by Madam herself, it cannot be wasted."

"Mingyuan kid!"

Chen Chou was furious, "Fuck you!"

Currently the cumulative number of days on the shelf: 36~
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(End of this chapter)