You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 37 The Fruit of the Demonic Plant Has Changed
Such crystal clear fruit of the demon plant is pure white and flawless. It is rarely seen on the Internet, and the price is estimated to be not low.

If I could recycle one or two for the school, maybe I could move to a civilian area.

Besides, the fruits of demon plants contain some toxins that are repelled by the human body. Unless it is absolutely necessary or you are sure that the problem is not serious, you should not eat it directly.
With this thought in mind, Jiang Qiu retracted his gaze and silently began to gnaw on the red-armored lizard's head. The chewing feeling was more interesting than that of the black-armored lizard.

It’s just a pity. Why did the body of the demon plant wither so quickly? Where did its vigorous vitality go?

If that can be eaten, it would be comparable to high-level monsters.

[Low-quality body refining once]

[Low-quality body refining once]

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More than ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and the sky over Qingmu Town was still covered with dark clouds and the yellow sand was like snow.

The teachers in charge of the search walked out from various streets and buildings one after another, their faces as gloomy as death. They all lowered their heads and occasionally glanced at Zhao Gongzheng's back.

"Director Zhao, we have searched Qingmu Town dozens of times, but we still haven't found any clues to the demon clan's layout. The secret realm has been closed for seventeen days. There is no chance of survival. We should leave."

Wu Shan put his hands in his pockets, his right eye was silent and lifeless, his face was cold, and the collar of his black coat fluttered in the wind.

"Wu Shan, are you going to abandon all the outstanding students trapped in the secret realm of No. 8 Middle School?!" Li Ang looked at Zhao Gongzheng with anger and flicked his finger, stabbing Wu Shan like a sword: "My son is still in there, and nearly a hundred outstanding students from No. 8 Middle School are in there. Now the secret realm is not even open, and you're going to leave like that?!"

"Why, do you think your son can survive?" Wu Shan curled his lips and said, "This month, three high schools in the outer city started practical hunting at the same time as us. Nearly 90% of the top students died in the secret realm. What did they report to the Ministry of Martial Arts?
There are high-level monsters hidden! Our Gaoyuan City has been plotted against by the Monster King, the Scarlet Flame Spider Mother!
Can your son defeat a hidden demon plant that is stronger than an ordinary high-level demon beast? Can he destroy a thousand-level small demon beast tide by himself?

What do you think your son is, a shooting star across the night sky?!"

The sound was like a huge wave crashing in, spit flying everywhere, Li Ang clenched his fingers into a fist, and the scar on his nose trembled hideously: "Even if my son can't survive, I have to see his body before I leave! This small secret realm has a maximum of twenty days of throughput cycle, can't you wait for the last few days?"

"Director Li, the time wasted here could have been used to reselect a group of outstanding students from ordinary classes. If a large amount of resources were invested in their training, perhaps new geniuses could be cultivated before the college entrance examination."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew Wu Shan's hair, his coat flew backwards, and his loose black pants flapped against his legs.

The cold air hit his face and the seam between his left eyes split open.

The tall and straight figure stands here like a mountain, blocking a subtle arc of wind in front of it, like a mountain peak encountering a cold current.

"Wu Shan, when have you ever seriously taught students in the ordinary class? Now you are telling me all this, do you think that just because you have taught Jiang Qiu, you can teach a second one?"

The pressure emanating from Li Ang roared like the wind, and his eyes were like cold knives, frightening the teachers so much that they turned their heads away: "You think Jiang Qiu is really enough for you to decorate your window by taking my son's first choice?

After retiring from the military, you have taught several talented people!

Jiang Qiu?
According to your idea, he is now dead in the secret realm!"

"enough."

A muffled groan was heard, and the two men retracted their gazes and turned to Zhao Gongzheng who was standing with his hands behind his back: "Other high schools that encountered similar incidents spit out the bodies of their students within three days. We have already waited for seventeen days, so what if we wait a few more days?
If we leave.

If they could get out of the secret realm alive, how would they cross dozens of miles of wasteland where monsters roamed and return to Gaoyuan City?
If they all die, not to mention the hopelessness of winning the title of an excellent source of students, our Gaoyuan City will definitely be short of warrior training.

The lack of martial arts education will only allow the demon tribe led by the Scarlet Flame Spider Mother to break through our city gates again in the future."

After the words were spoken, no one answered. Wu Shan took a deep breath and exhaled, leaning against a broken wall with his arms folded, his right eye like a black jade falling into a quagmire. Except for No. 1 High School, which had a secret realm expert, 90% of the outstanding students in other high schools died.

Now the secret realm has not been opened yet, so I have to wait here for that little bit of vague hope.

What is the use?

Is it just to collect the bodies of Jiang Qiu and the others?

Whoever collects the body doesn’t care!

Buzz.
Suddenly, there was a subtle vibration, and a clear voice was like an eagle breaking through the clouds: "The secret realm seems to be opening, get up, get up"

At that moment, Wu Shan's heart trembled. He and Li Ang and more than 40 teachers standing like wooden stakes at the street corner turned their heads to look at the central square. The shadowy figures of students and corpses of monsters emerged with the ripples.

Buzz.
With another swing, Wu Shan's back bounced off the broken wall. Li Ang took two steps forward, and a gleam of light flashed across the dark lenses of Zhao Gongzheng's glasses.

Buzz.
The stench of monsters settled down, and a mountain of corpses formed among the broken bricks and pillars that had been swept away. The withered bodies of monster plants pushed aside the leaves and branches that covered the roof. Dozens of young men and women with rosy cheeks stepped out among the falling leaves. The leader was Jiang Qiu, holding three white jade fruits on branches in his hand.

"it is good."

The corners of Wu Shan's mouth twitched slightly and his chest pounded twice. Even though he had a conflict with Jiang Qiu a month ago, he was still unhappy and pushed him to the forefront of the leading students.

But we have to admit that if Jiang Qiu is gone, there will be no outstanding students in this martial arts teaching career. Li Ang is right. The most dazzling person he has met in the past few years at No. 8 Middle School is Jiang Qiu.

The greatest value of my martial arts career lies in Jiang Qiu.
"Okay," Li Ang's eyes passed Jiang Qiu and fell on Li Juefeng's bloody and lonely face, and he exhaled softly: "It's good to be alive."

"It's good, it's good to be able to survive this situation."

Director Zhao raised the corners of his mouth, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out by three points, and the frame of his glasses trembled in shock.

"Director Zhao, all the monsters that entered the secret realm with us are dead, and the fruit of the monster plant is also here. Should we recycle it now?"

Facing the flaming gazes of the crowd, Jiang Qiu raised the demon plant fruit in his hand that looked like a white jade carving, his eyes burning.

Although there is no distinction between day and night in the secret realm, it didn't feel like much time had passed. I was hungry and ate, and after eating dozens of meals, the red-armored lizards were done.

However, many students who only suffered external injuries have recovered and are borrowing each other's unbroken gun barrels to practice shooting.

Unfortunately, I could no longer improve my proficiency in the ancient martial arts spear, so I just stood aside and said a few words to anyone who asked for guidance. Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the fluctuations in the secret realm began to ripple.
Thinking back to this, Jiang Qiu grinned and licked his inner lips.

I've done a rough calculation. More than 2,000 monsters have died. A black-armored lizard is worth more than 20,000. Based on the percentage of kills, I should be able to make a lot of money.

And these three fruits of the demon plants, even if the school buys them back at a low price, they should be worth a million, right?

Then I can buy a better quality gun barrel, prepare three or four bottles of blood boiling liquid, buy a big wooden barrel for medicinal bathing at home, and save the remaining money to buy a house in the inner city in the future.
Da da.

The broad palm gently patted on the shoulder, just in time to meet Director Zhao's relieved gaze: "Haha, don't worry, it's good to be able to come back alive, and the matter of recovering the monster will be discussed after returning to school.

As for this demon plant fruit, it seems to be different from the first time I observed it."

(End of this chapter)