Global Atavism: I Explode Attributes in My Dream

at the same time.

A high-speed train traveling from Hangcheng to Ningcheng.

Sitting there was a young man with a stern face.

This person is Ye Feng from the genius class of Ningcheng No. 1 Martial Arts High School.

"This time I practiced with a famous master in Hangzhou for three months. During these three months, not only did my cultivation level improve by leaps and bounds, but I also successfully practiced the cultivation method to increase my supernatural power."

"Right now, my combat power value has exceeded 2,000. With my C-level wind power, I am at least half sure to win the first place in the Wuqu Star trial in a few days and become our Ningcheng leader.

Wu champion!"

"But those old opponents from No. 3 Middle School, No. 6 Middle School, Ninth Middle School, and Tenth Middle School should also be training crazily right now. We must be careful about them."

Ye Feng's eyes sparkled.

Then he skillfully took out his laptop, opened Ningcheng's education intranet, and entered his account number and password.

"Hey, who is this Qin Bai? The bid for the scholarship reached five million, surpassing me and ranking first? But according to his personal information, his comprehensive potential is not as good as mine. Why did the National Defense Academy pay such a high price?

?”

Ye Feng's pupils shrank and he carefully studied Qin Bai's personal data.

Then under Qin Bai's profile, he entered a line of comments:

'Could this person have gotten in through the back door through connections?'

After commenting, Ye Feng's cell phone rang.

After muttering a few words to each other, he hung up the phone: "Qin Bai, it turns out that not only are we students at the same school, but you are also Qingrou's uncle? Very good... you touched my man and stopped me from pursuing Qingrou, etc.

When I come back, I will definitely make you look good!"

…

On the outskirts of Ningcheng, in an icehouse.

Several workers pushed transport trucks to transport frozen seafood into the icehouse.

The moment he opened the icehouse, what he saw was a girl whose whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Oh my god, there is a corpse frozen in this icehouse. Call the police! Call the police!"

Several workers were immediately paralyzed with fear.

Click click click…

Countless cracking lines quickly appeared on the surface of the ice covering the girl's graceful body.

The frozen girl suddenly woke up.

"Uncles, I scared you, I was just practicing, I'm really sorry!"

The girl grinned and strode away.

After arriving at the storage room, he opened the safe, took out his cell phone, and entered it into Ningcheng's education network.

"Qin Bai? Where did this person come from? I've never seen him before. It seems like he suddenly jumped out."

"But he looks quite handsome, and his health and combat power are also quite high. The speed talent column is unknown, it must be E. His overall strength is a bit worse than mine. The National Defense Academy actually bids for 5 million?"

A hint of amusement appeared on the girl's face, and she commented on Qin Bai's profile:

'Man, you have successfully aroused my interest. I have given you a choice to be my boyfriend. If you dare to refuse, if I meet this girl in the Wuquxing trial, your balls will be crushed and you will be a eunuch for the rest of your life.

'

On the top of a mountain range more than ten kilometers away from the icehouse.

A young man with a shaved head, a burly body, and explosive muscles all over his body stepped forward, and when he opened and closed his arms like iron knots, he made bursts of popping noises like fried beans.

He was shirtless.

The skin all over his body was like black iron, exuding a metallic luster.

"Senior, are you sure I want to hit you on the chest with a hammer?"

"Senior, how can this flesh and blood body withstand the blow of a hammer? Do you want to think about it?"

Two students in school uniforms beside him each held a giant hammer and asked uncertainly.

"What I practice is the Iron Bell. This technique evolved from the Shaolin Golden Bell. It is a fourth-grade hard qigong. You can also call it the great-grandson of the Golden Bell. Once it is used, the whole person will turn into a

It’s a pile of iron, you can rest assured that it’s ready!”

The young man, who looked like a violent bear with muscles exploding all over his body, grinned.

Bang bang bang...

The two students raised their giant hammers with all their strength and hammered hard at the bald young man.

The sound of bells and cauldrons rang out in the bald young man's body, but his body was not damaged at all.

I practiced for about an hour.

The two students were so tired that they were sweating profusely. The bald young man decided to take a rest, picked up the laptop phone lying on the ground, opened the education website, and entered his user name and password.

"Who is this Qin Bai? He is only in his early 2000s, but he is ranked first in the scholarship list?"

The bald man also entered a line of comments:

'This person's comprehensive strength is mediocre, and he ranks first in scholarships. Is this an insult to us geniuses who have dominated the single list all year round? If we meet him in the Wuquxing trial, I, Tiexiong, will definitely let him know why iron is so hard!

"

…

Because in the Ningcheng Education Network, Qin Bai's ranking shot up like a comet, ranking first.

attracted a lot of attention.

Many geniuses who were already on the scholarship list discovered the anomalies one after another because they had the permission to log in to the intranet. Some were puzzled, some were disdainful, and some were jealous.

same!

Except for the geniuses who are already on the list, their eyes are focused on Qin Bai.

The principal of Ningcheng No. 1 Martial Arts High School also knew about this at this time.

"Director Chen, do you have straw in your head? You actually fired Qin Bai, a peerless genius? Do you know that in addition to his extraordinary talent in martial arts, he is also one of the top ten outstanding young people in Ningcheng this year..."

"It was originally a good thing to promote the positive image of our school, but it was messed up by you like this?"

The principal angrily cursed at the dean.

"Principal, when I asked you before, that's not what you said... You said that students who contradict the teacher in this way must be killed as a warning, so I did it according to your wishes!"

The dean, who was almost drowned in saliva, said solemnly.

"How the hell do I know that Qin Bai's potential is so huge? How do I know that he is the hero who saves people in Typhoon Days? He is eighteen years old, has 135 blood, and has a combat power of 2025. Even if he has no talent, he is already

He is an extraordinary genius.”

The principal picked up an ashtray and instinctively wanted to throw it at the dean, but in the end he restrained himself.

"Principal, doesn't Qin Bai's combat power value only exceed 800? How could it be over 2,000?"

The dean's mind went blank.

"Is it possible that the personal information on this education website is still wrong? You pig, come and see for yourself."

The principal angrily yelled.

The dean of teachers carefully looked over his head and saw Qin Bai's personal information.

My heart suddenly thumped, and my body was on the verge of falling.

Ruo Qin Bai only has a combat power value of over 800.

He might still be saved.

But now it's in the early 2000s.

This terrifying combat power value is now ranked first in the school.

He actually expelled the genius with the highest combat power in the school?

Thinking of this, the dean's face showed regret, he raised his palm and slapped himself repeatedly.

"If you hadn't expelled Qin Bai, there would have been at least one more line on Qin Bai's profile about where he came from, a student from Ningcheng's No. 1 Martial Arts High School. Do you know what this line means?"

"Old Chen, don't say that I don't miss my old feelings. I'll give you one last chance. Before the college entrance examination, if you can't make Qin Bai change his mind and come back to our school again, you don't have to be the dean anymore! Get out...

…”

The principal waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face.

The dean, as if he had been granted amnesty, quickly left.