Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"Who the hell is it? Use a hidden weapon to hurt people! Do you dare to stand up and fight me to the death!" Song Chengfeng's big hand squeezed hard, and the steel ball-shaped hidden weapon in his hand suddenly shattered into powder, and he looked at it, and there was actually a small note in the powder.

"If you don't want to die, stay away from Feng Zhiruo" Song Chengfeng looked at the small font on it and read it out.

"Who are you farther away?" At this time, a familiar female voice came from behind her, and I saw that Ma Yuqing was wearing a white dress and walked over, "Why did all my clothes fall to the ground?"

"Inexplicably, someone dumped the hidden weapon in the morning," Song Chengfeng scratched his head and said, "Your clothes, this clothes, were interrupted by this particle-sized hidden weapon." Song Chengfeng spread his hands and said.

"This thing," Ma Yuqing's slender fingers pinched the powder particles in his hand, and said, "It seems to be a kind of hidden weapon in Hanjing, I have seen it, shaped like a steel ball, but it is actually made of a thousand-year-old cold stone at the bottom of the river, it is extremely hard, and if you hit your body, you can almost kill with one move." However, it is precisely because it is so hard that it is very brittle, and once it explodes on the body, the powder will spread throughout the body, making life worse than death. "

"Damn, that's terrible. "Song Chengfeng is a little chilly in his back, this thing is too cruel.

"However, people who can make this kind of secret weapon generally have a strong internal force, because the thousand-year-old cold stone is dense, so even if it is a small one, it is very heavy, and in Hanjing, most people who practice Lingbo's palm technique will use this. Ma Yuqing said.

"Limbo Palm Technique?" Song Chengfeng thought to himself, isn't it the kind that Dean Feng used, and Liu Yichao will do this? He scratched his head, smiled, and said, "Hehe, I didn't expect it, you know quite a lot." "

"We Xijon people have been through wars and have lived in fighting and killing since childhood, and when we arrive in a strange place, we must first understand the potential dangers. With that, she stood up and walked towards the staircase, ready to go downstairs, "I have my clothes to you, we Xijon women have a habit of cleanliness, and do not wear clothes with a little stain." "

"Hey...... No, what's ......" Song Chengfeng grabbed the pile of cement ash dresses from the ground and scratched his head, "Alas, okay." Only then did he notice that the clothes were all white, or almost white, plain, and the black and gray stains were very obvious on them. Even so, there was still a faint fragrance on the clothes, such as Youlan, Song Chengfeng only felt a heat on his face, and thought, I don't know if her body is also this fragrance.

This afternoon, Song Chengfeng was in the library to preview the next week's economic law course, and from next week, they will learn the difficult points of this course. They were taught by the dean, Feng Jianguo, who had studied economic law for most of his life, and who himself had been involved in the business world and owned a number of companies in Hanjing.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to practical ability, and will often give students questions so that they can solve real cases encountered in practice.