Global superpower, awakening Samadhi True Fire at the beginning

"Ninth order powerhouse Xiao Changye, after three days of bloody battle, finally killed the ninth-order demon beast blood pupil sea jiao in the South China Sea-

" "The South Sea beast tide has receded!"

Yangcheng First Hospital, Ward 307.

A TV hanging on the wall shows pictures of the South China Sea.

Countless sea beasts gathered on the land, and there were octopus monsters with tentacles more than thirty meters long, turtles spitting frost, and many sea beasts of different shapes...

At this moment, these sea beasts fled into the ocean like they lost their souls from the land, and countless splashes fluttered on the endless ocean.

Petiole Yan lay on the hospital bed, watching the picture on TV, his heart was surging.

Just because on TV, the figure of that ninth-order powerhouse appeared.

I saw the sky above the endless ocean.

A tall man in a black combat uniform stood in the void, the trident in his hand was stained with green blood, and there were black spatial cracks slowly healing around him.

His gaze looked down.

There, a dragon more than three hundred meters long floated on the surface of the sea, covered with scars, and the red pupil light gradually dissipated, obviously dead.

Even across the TV, you can feel the strength and calmness of this man in black.

If only I could be so powerful.

Petiole Yan sighed silently.

......

At this time, a small piece of strawberry raisin cream cake appeared in front of the petiole Yan.

Petiole Yan opened his mouth and bit down.

Zheng Yuan withdrew his hand, and then handed another cup of juice to Petiole Yan's mouth, and Petiole Yan grunted and drank it clean.

"Brother Yan, drink slowly, don't choke," Zheng Yuan said quickly.

"How are the others now?"

Not long after he woke up, Petiole Yan looked at Zheng Yuan with some concern.

"Supervisor Zhang, and Supervisor Xu are fine, the injuries are not serious, there are healing people who heal their injuries, and now they are fine."

Zheng Yuan was not very familiar with Zhang Leng and Xu Ziyin of the Heaven Dou Martial Arts Hall, so the title was a little rusty.

But when Jiang Lan was mentioned, the little fat Zheng Yuan's expression fell a little unconsciously.

"Sister Jiang Lan... Her Yuan Palace has been abandoned, and she is still in a coma, unless she uses the seventh-order fierce beast Yuan Dan, and some precious exotic herbs to make healing medicine.

"Otherwise, I'm afraid she won't have a chance to reach the fifth order again."

Petiole Yan was also silent.

Such a consequence, for the supernatural, is already second only to death.

Petiole Yan sighed, the national martial arts college entrance examination champion will reward any part of the seventh-order ferocious beast material,

and he is also confident to get the martial arts champion.

But such a treasure, Petiole Yan intends to choose the blood of a seventh-order ferocious beast and use it to refine his body, which will also greatly improve his strength.

He didn't have much friendship with Jiang Lan, and just a few days ago, he had met once during the Thunder Martial Arts Hall's special energy detection, and naturally he would not use such a treasure to help Jiang Lan repair the Yuan Palace.

"I must win the national champion..." The

little fat man Zheng Yuan said firmly. If Sister Jiang Lan wasn't for me, she wouldn't be involved in this matter, and Supervisor Feng also died to save us, so I must do something for them.

Petiole Yan smiled and didn't say anything more.

Although he is awake now, his body is still a little weak.

He could feel that his physical strength was recovering rapidly, and the Yuan Energy in the Yuan Palace was gradually filled.

Petiole Yan looked out the window, the sky was still light.

He thought he had slept for a long time.

"How many hours did I sleep?"

Zheng Yuan was stunned, and then reacted, and couldn't help but be a little funny.

"It's the second day, it's June 1st."

"It's the next day..." Petiole Yan patted the door of his head, not expecting to be in a coma for so long.

It seems that the consumption of his own special energy on the yuan energy is still too large, and he will overdraft at every turn, so he has to learn the yuan energy exercises as soon as possible.

"Then our cultural exam for the martial arts college entrance examination..." Petiole Yan suddenly thought of this.

Although, if the ability level reaches grade C or above, there is no cultural examination score requirement for applying for Wuke University.

However, when the final evaluation of the national martial arts candidates and the performance ranking, this score still has to be calculated.

If for this reason, you can't get the reward of the national martial arts champion, then you will lose a lot.

"Don't worry, Brother Yan."

Zheng Yuan saw what Petiole Yan was thinking, "We are in a special situation, because the infidels interfere with the exam, and the Jiang Provincial Government will compensate us, and will also arrange a make-up exam."

Petiole Yan nodded, then took out his mobile phone, and sure enough saw that there was another bank card on the mobile phone to receive the message of sending 1 million.

This time it was not transferred by the Education Bureau, but by the Jiang Provincial Military District.

Petiole Yan raised his head and looked at Zheng Yuan, "Delay the exam, just give so much?"

Zheng Yuan smiled, "Not everyone has it, our brothers are directly targeted by infidels, so there are 1 million." "

Other candidates in Yangcheng, except for being able to participate in tomorrow's martial arts culture make-up exam, there is no compensation."

Petiole Yan nodded, and then continued to flip through his phone.

He saw more than a dozen phone calls from his father Ye Hao, as well as a text message.

The text message was sent yesterday.

"Son, the news says that there are infidels killing people in Yangcheng... You must not run around outside, stay in a safe place, and you must call your father back. After

reading the text message, Petiole dialed his father's number.

"Dad."

As soon as the mobile phone was connected, Petiole Yan spoke, he didn't want Ye Hao to worry about himself.

On the other end of the phone, Ye Hao, who had not slept all night, heard the voice of the petiole Yan, and finally let out a long sigh of relief, "Son, it's good if you're okay..." "

Don't worry, Dad, I promised you, I won't easily put myself in danger."

......

After hanging up the phone, Petiole sighed.

Since you have chosen this path, how can there be no danger at all.

"Fatty, I'm going to eat yellow stewed chicken..." Petiole Yan said suddenly.

"Okay, I'll go downstairs in the hospital and see if there's anything for sale around."

Zheng Yuan said and left the ward.