A Million Possible

The process of understanding the situation went much smoother than expected.

Same as own memory, in the last blow, Han Lun used a special attack method to release a horror far beyond his power. The hot "sun" is an external manifestation, and the terrorist explosion power contained in it will The defensive materials of the fighting arena have been damaged a lot.

"Did Vice President Huang rescued me?"

Cheng Lin learned of this from them, and immediately the doubts in his heart dissipated. The black thread that hung over was probably a certain state of fire. As for the whip, it was Huang Yin's typical weapon.

In this way, Huang Yin is also on the scene? This is a strange thing, I didn't find it during the competition, maybe it was hiding somewhere to peep?

Cheng Lin was surprised, but full of emotion.

He couldn't help sighing deeply, twice.

Zhu You gave him an accident, and Han Lun made it up again. Life is really full of surprises.

He was in a dangerous situation twice in a row, and the excitement was not good. At this moment, he even had the urge to go to the temple to worship and transport.

Who would have thought that this would happen in the competition?

Is Han Lun crazy?

Doesn't he know the consequences?

"What the hell did he threw out last?" Cheng Lin rubbed his temples and couldn't help asking.

The few people nearby didn’t seem to know, and they shook their heads. At this moment, they heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Popular names can be called Siyin."

"Symbol?"

Everyone was puzzled.

"Yes, this is a relatively successful research on psionic weapons in our country. You should all know that before the islands were projected to produce Magical Items, the world was researching and manufacturing psychic weapons. Now they are collectively called psionic weapons. The current research on this kind of gadgets is not very deep, most of them are in the laboratory, and only a part of the stable and usable ones are distributed, and the first one is given priority."

The counselor paused, and said, "Han Lun brought this seal back from Yisi."

Cheng Lin thought this was really a good weapon. It didn’t seem to consume the Spiritual Qi of the caster itself, but was similar to a bomb. This reminded him inexplicably of Gu Cheng. However, the marbles thrown by the opponent and The explosive power of playing cards is far worse than this.

"A very powerful weapon."

Cheng Lin said that he became more and more curious about the legendary first game.

So far, he has seen nine, ten, two, and six four divisions. It can be deduced that the rest of the divisions are in the same situation. Except for the exceptional strength of the second division, the rest of the divisions are almost the same overall. At first glance, only the uniform and the guarded territory are different.

But the first division... It is said that this division does not have a fixed defense zone. If you have to say that there is, it is probably the imperial capital. However, the defense of the imperial capital does not seem to be completely controlled by them. Every time the projection appears, the major divisions on the Internet There is a lot of news about his explorations, but he has almost never seen a few words about Yiji.

All this shows the singularity of this department.

I have to admit that Cheng Lin's curiosity was aroused.

"It's indeed a powerful weapon, but it shouldn't be used in internal combat." The counselor's voice was low, and then he said, "Han Lun has violated the rules of competition and has been automatically sentenced to lose because of his use of the symbol. Because of the bad influence of his use of the rune, the academy will punish him. You can rest assured in this regard."

Is it a violation of the rules?

Cheng Lin was stunned, and he had no time to think at the moment he was blown away, thinking that he had failed after all. Only then did he recall that if he was really using the talisman, it would indeed be a serious violation.

Did you win?

Cheng Lin unexpectedly discovered that he didn't feel much fluctuating about this result.

Sun Xiao and the others apparently knew about it a long time ago, and they all smiled at this moment. If this last accident is aside, then this challenge is really a miracle.

"Okay, I won't disturb you to rest. Well, your trauma has been cured, and the rest is recuperating. You can go back to the dormitory or here, you can arrange it yourself, and I will leave." The counselor finished. , I'm leaving.

Cheng Lin suddenly stopped him: "Teacher, if you see Dean Huang, speak for me..."

"understood."

Seeing the other party leave in a hurry, Cheng Lin smiled, then lifted the quilt with his emptied body, making the faces of the people next to him nervous: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to bed," Cheng Lin wrinkled his nose, "the smell of disinfectant here is too annoying."

...

...

Because he was only hit by the aftermath, his injuries were not serious, and with the treatment, Cheng Lin's situation was far better than everyone thought.

Under his strong insistence, he was finally "assisted" and taken back to the dormitory. Even so, he refused to leave, especially Hua Bei insisted that he finish the soup. This made Cheng Lin's head like a fight. This soup ...It's a little too much.

When everyone finally dispersed, the bedroom was quiet again, and it was evening.

In total, Cheng Lin was in a coma for more than three hours, but it seemed as if a long time had passed.

The bright lights illuminate the room to the smallest detail. The bedroom in the single-family building is well-decorated, which is very different from the style of the student dormitory. The living room, bedroom, and bathroom are all available, which can be regarded as the configuration of a hotel.

Cheng Lin sat on the sofa, holding the "qi refining pot", slowly filled the cup, and then slowly drank it one bite at a time.

The Spiritual Qi diluted by White Rose rolled into the tide and quickly filled his exhausted Spiritual Qi pool.

His face also turned from pale to rosy. If someone saw this scene, he would definitely call him wasteful, and use precious spiritual plants to restore spiritual Qi reserves. This luxury may not be affordable even for the capital of major bureaus and bureaus. .

"call."

With a sigh of relief, Cheng Lin put away the Qi refining pot, his eyes faintly gleamed, and he clearly sensed the increase in strength.

It stands to reason that the combat power is elusive and difficult to quantify, but at this moment, he can clearly perceive own Ascension, in terms of ability release, combat awareness, etc., all aspects have risen. This is obviously the battle. The reward given.

After all, actual combat is the best way to train people.

Sitting on a futon for a month, it’s not enough to fight people for three to five minutes. Practice and actual combat are indeed two different things. Regardless of emotional factors, Han Lun is indeed a good opponent. Although this battle is short, Cheng Lin has benefited a lot. From this point of view, it is not in vain.

Besides...

"It seems to be a bet on 200 Contribution Points..."

I was wondering when to ask for it. Suddenly, Cheng Lin looked at the door consciously, and the third rank perception ability "tentacles" was released. In his dim consciousness, an invisible line penetrated the wall and saw the scene in the corridor.

Cheng Lin couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Boom boom boom."

There was a knock on the door.

Cheng Lin ignored it.

"Boom boom boom."

The man continued.

Cheng Lin was still ignorant.

Finally, seeming to be aware of something, the person outside finally said, "Can you... let me in?"

This time, Cheng Lin finally stayed silent. He sat on the sofa and didn't move. He just said, "En."

Two seconds later, the door was pushed open, revealing Han Lun's figure.

His appearance is terrible. He didn’t wear a student’s uniform, or he only wore trousers. His upper body was a white shirt. Through the shirt, you could see the thin blood spots inside. Cheng Lin didn’t need it. Turning on the power, you can see that thick bandages are wrapped around his shoulders and belly, and there are bright red blood oozing out between the gaps.

His right arm was simply put in a plaster, and it should have been fractured, but with the physique of a third-rank practitioner, if he was given medicine, he would be able to recover in less than a week.

Han Lun’s beautiful face is also a bit damaged and blue. His hair is the worst, and his hairstyle is completely ruined. It looks like a dog chewing. It can only be cut into a caliper. The most funny thing is the burning of the right eyebrows. No more, there is more than half left on the left, which looks extremely interesting.

The hair problem is caused by Cheng Lin.

But this injury...

"I don't remember beating you so badly." Cheng Lin looked at him and said, if this posture was shown to outsiders, it is estimated that nine out of ten people would think that it was not him but Han Lun who was bombed.

Han Lun fell silent, his expression on his face was...tangled, or rather complicated, like a complex of emotions such as arrogance, guilt, regret, unwillingness, reluctance, depression, and so on.

He stood in the shadow at the door, silent.

Cheng Lin looked at him coldly and did not speak.

It took a full two minutes before Han Lun seemed to finally let go of his knot. His eyes fell on the floor and said, "It's fried."

Fried?

What was it bombed?

Rune?

Cheng Lin was a little surprised. Could it be that... "The thing you throw out is not against us?"

Han Lun's head lowered, and his voice was like a mosquito: "En."

Okay?

Did you guess right?

So that terrifying "rune" weapon is basically a thing that kills a thousand enemies and destroys 800?

Upon hearing this news, Cheng Lin's valuation of this weapon fell rapidly...

Obviously, the moment Han Lun threw out the rune in a hurry, he was also affected by the explosion, and he was not treated, only medicine and bandages were applied.

What a sad story.

Cheng Lin couldn't help thinking.

"sit?"

"No."

"Then you came here for?"

"Performance, and...apologize." Han Lun held back for a long time before vomiting the last word.

Probably, for the proud and arrogant, an apology itself is a difficult thing to tell.

"Apologize?" Cheng Lin looked at him.

Han Lun Huo Ran looked up, looked straight over, and said: "At that time...I didn't think too much, it was instinct. Because I felt the fatal danger, so I subconsciously released the sign...I, maybe you don't believe it, thinking I was looking for Excuse, but whether you believe it or not, this is how it is... I'm sorry, I hope you can accept my apologies."

With that, Han Lun bent over at him.

It was probably the first time this happened. His movements were rusty and stiff, like a flagpole being bent.

In the quiet room, Cheng Lin watched this scene with no expression on his face, but his eyes moved, a little surprised, a little unexpected, and a little interesting...

Finally, after dozens of seconds of silence, Cheng Lin said lightly: "What if I don't accept it?"

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