First Class Genius

Han Fei doesn't want to be high-profile.

However, from the moment he stood up, Han Fei inevitably became the focus of attention.

Han Fei didn't take the way of flying. He walked slowly, stretched his arms, kicked his legs, and even played a few cool moves under the attention of the public.

Han Fei hasn't practiced ancient martial moves for a long time since he entered the cultivation world. Those moves engraved in the depths of my mind feel good when they are played slowly.

Seeing Han Fei's action, the more than 300 old monsters almost began to curse.

Some of the old monsters in xiaoshenjing, who were close to Han Fei, stared at Han Fei's body and coveted.

Enter the temple and the flesh dissipates. Why can the young man keep his flesh in front of him.

Big luck? Or his divine personality is different from others.

At the moment, more than one little Shenjing old monster is thinking about this problem.

Greedy, jealous and eager eyes collided with Han Fei and soon disappeared, hiding his thoughts and purpose. The flesh stinks and is poor, when it is outside the temple. with extreme ease. Now, the flesh has become a rare thing.

It's funny.

It used to be said that the body is a smelly skin bag. Now the smelly skin bag has become a treasure again. Looking at Han Fei's waving and kicking, hundreds of little Shenjing friars' jealous teeth itched.

At first glance, the body condensed with vitality is no different from the physical body. White, delicate and tender, even the most perfect body can not reach the vitality of the body.

Han Fei's body is not perfect. Even, there are many defects. He is thin and has a harmonious proportion of limbs. The skin is a little dark. I can't say how beautiful the facial features are.

However, such an imperfect body is real.

Vitality is perfect, but not real. Han Fei's body is real, but not perfect.

Truth and perfection can only choose one.

This is the way of heaven, this is the cycle of cause and effect.

"Canopy -"

"Dong Dong -"

When hundreds of friars in xiaoshenjing were worried about gain and loss, Han Fei had reached the front of the 99 meter square platform. Lift your feet, split your legs horizontally and kick on the square platform. At the moment when his body bounced, Han Fei turned around, put his hands forward, and hit the table with a thump.

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Seeing Han Fei's action, hundreds of friars in xiaoshenjing almost fainted. If Han Fei gives full play to the cultivation of xiaoshenjing, I'm afraid these two fists will destroy the pass.

damn!

The first thought of everyone is anger.

Lucky!

Han Fei didn't use vitality. Just a simple physical impact and beating.

The heart that hung to his throat fell back into his chest. However, hundreds of little Shenjing monks are still very nervous. What if this young man who doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth does something wrong next time?

He must be warned!

But no one stood up. Why should he speak when others don't speak to warn Han Fei?

"Canopy -"

"Dong Dong -"

"Canopy -"

"Dong Dong -"

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No one stopped Han Fei from kicking the 99 meter square platform. Han Fei seems to have a grudge against that platform. He kicks and even occasionally roars with excitement.

Han Fei, like a black cat locked at home, raised his sharp claws and rubbed his sharp claws against the table legs while his master was away.

Every time Han Fei jumped, everyone's heart hung to his throat.

Zhen Cheng looks solemn and ready to rescue at any time.

When Han Fei kicked for the first time, Zhen Cheng almost fainted. Han Fei is so bold that he is so ostentatious. In case those little gods don't calm down. Wouldn't it be dangerous to rush up.

What Zhen Cheng was worried about didn't happen.

Han Fei didn't mean to stop. He continued his boring and monotonous beating and kicking.

Ninety nine meters long, ninety-nine meters wide and ninety-nine meters high, Han Fei seemed ready to crush every place with his fists and feet.

Time seems to have stalled.

The friar of xiaoshenjing, who had been waiting calmly or practicing with his eyes closed, heard the boring percussion every time he closed his eyes. Now he can't be calm and calm. Will Han Fei smash the pass with every punch and foot?

If the pass is smashed, can you enter the second floor? No one knows why Han Fei did this. Even Han Fei didn't know.

"Xiaoqing. What do you want! " Han Fei roared depressed, but his hands and feet didn't listen to him. After approaching the square platform, Xiaoqing suddenly became angry. The power of God controlled his hands and feet and beat the square platform.

Han Fei wants to stop, but Xiaoqing doesn't allow it. Of course, Han Fei can still stop.

"What's in the square?" Han Fei's eyes lit up. He really wanted to use his mind immediately and smashed the square platform with one punch. However, the square platform is very strong. It is neither gold nor stone nor soil. If the fist and foot fall on it, the skin will not be damaged, except that the body will be bounced off. Nothing special.

This square platform is very much like a trampoline, but it is not flat, but a cube.

It's been an hour, and Han Fei doesn't feel tired. If it weren't for Xiaoqing's saying that there was a baby, Han Fei would have stopped and rested on the ground.

"Go on! Don't bother! " Xiaoqing looked serious, suspended in the divine lattice, staring at the square platform, much like the landlord and veteran who supervised the long-term workers to continue their work. Han Fei is not allowed to stop. Han Fei is not allowed to ask.

"--" Han Fei is speechless. He is the master, okay? Is Xiaoqing a little noisy?

Han Fei really wants to crush Xiaoqing.

However, Xiaoqing is another self.

To crush Xiaoqing is to destroy yourself.

There's nothing wrong with being idle and waving fists and feet. Besides, when the fist hits the square platform, there is no feeling of flesh pain in hands and feet. It's just, it's really boring to do so.

Han Fei's choice to believe Xiaoqing is to believe his subconscious judgment. Before himself, Fang Tai swallowed the gods of many friars in the small divine realm. Where did those gods go?

Of course, Han Fei didn't just stop punching, his eyes were not idle. Look down on the square platform and observe and think carefully.

Every place of the square platform. Even a nail covered as like as two peas. When each punch falls, there will be some depression in the stressed place, but the depression is not very obvious.

After the fist left. The square platform soon returned to its original appearance. The color of the square table is very special. Black and green spots are intertwined. With the change of light, they either become black or cyan.

"A little interesting!" Han Fei likes studying. Even if the square platform is very general in the eyes of the public, there is nothing to look at. However, in Han Fei's eyes, Fangtai has become interesting.

Before or now, who wants to observe a boring platform when they reach the pass from the first floor to the second floor.

Find the eleven round holes and throw them into the eleven divine figures of friars in the small divine realm, and you can immediately enter the second floor. After entering the second floor, find the second floor and the third floor, throw 11 gods into it, and so on.

Like Han Fei, there may have been monks in xiaoshenjing who paid attention to Fangtai rather than the 11 round holes in Fangtai before. The doubts generated in Han Fei's heart were not unthinkable to other friars in xiaoshenjing. However, it is only Han Fei who takes action like Han Fei, directly knocks and doesn't let go of every inch.

Han Fei likes to go to extremes, or he is not interested at all. Or devote yourself. Han Fei had experienced such a psychological process when refining pills, spirits and talismans before. From a little interested, paranoid to particularly interested.

Xiaoqing's supervision played a role in the beginning. Later, Han Fei didn't need Xiaoqing's urging. He stared at Fangtai wholeheartedly, observing and remembering every subtle change.

A square platform in the shape of a cube, and the surface of the lowest layer is closely connected with the ground. Han Fei can't beat. However, Han Fei still didn't let go of the place where the platform was connected to the ground. Han Fei hit it with one fist and one foot.

The bottom of the square platform is connected with the ground. There is no gap and it is integrated.

The ground is also made up of cyan and black materials, but it is not paid attention because it is covered with green grass and flowers.

This discovery made Han Fei speechless. If the square platform is completely integrated with the ground, the square platform is not a square platform, but a convex hole in the ground. Don't the eleven round pores have the same function as human mouth or skin pores?

The eleven round holes can absorb the divine personality, and then move around the whole body to decompose the divine personality and absorb energy?

Is the most likely thing.

I don't know how long later, Han Fei looked up and his eyes fell on the position of the eleven round holes.

A moment later, Han Fei moved and still didn't use any strength. He grabbed the almost vertical four walls of the square platform with both hands and climbed up