Ultimate Devouring Evolution

Thinking of the martial arts learning system, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

In today's world, the martial art learning system is the top learning equipment.

But such equipment is extremely expensive.

I am afraid that the entire W partition does not have one.

In the entire safety zone, there are only a dozen or so.

You have to be powerful and powerful to get one.

Most people don't even think about it.

However, when Zhang Fan was in the 301 laboratory, there were fifty cylindrical rooms, and each room had a martial arts learning system.

Although the laboratory has been destroyed, the more than fifty martial arts learning systems probably have not been destroyed.

Talent, one is comprehension ability, and the other is practical ability.

From Zhang Fan's point of view, Wang Dong's lack of talent is mainly due to his comprehension ability.

Many times the brain simply can't turn the corner.

If he could get a few martial arts learning systems back, then Wang Dong wouldn't have to work hard to understand how to draw a sword and chop, and just instill it in his head, wouldn't it be enough?

Moreover, Zhang Fan also had a lot of questions in his mind, so he needed to go to the laboratory to find out.

Of course, he couldn't go by himself.

After the laboratory exploded, almost the whole was buried.

He had to take these students to dig out those things.

It's just that these students, except for Zhuge Liang, the strength of the other students is too low.

You have to think of a way to improve it.

...

After dinner in the afternoon, Zhang Fan practiced drawing and chopping in his dormitory.

Although it only takes one opportunity to break through to Dacheng by drawing a sword.

But he still has to practice.

Only by practicing thousands of times, when the opportunity really comes, the breakthrough will be smoother.

Now, thick calluses had already formed on his hands.

No matter how you draw the knife, there will be no more blood bubbles.

Sweat rolled down from his forehead and into his eyes, hurting his eyes.

He wiped it casually with the corner of his clothes and continued to practice.

Practice until about eleven o'clock at night.

At this time, I heard a voice from the dormitory downstairs: "Teacher above, it's so late, you are arguing up there, why don't you ask people to rest?"

Zhang Fan has been here for two days and knows a few people.

Hearing this person's voice, I knew it was Yu Deliang, the head teacher of the rocket class.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I practiced the sword so much that I forgot the time. Excuse me."

Yu Deliang's voice came from below: "Practice so late, be careful not to go crazy!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan immediately put away the smile on his face.

Yu Deliang's words seemed like a joke, but everyone could hear the meaning in his tone.

It was a bit like cursing himself.

Is there nothing wrong with Nima's mind?

After all, I am also a teacher. Didn't I just interrupt your rest unintentionally? Is it necessary to curse me so viciously?

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan seemed to understand a little bit.

Zhuge Liang seemed to be arguing to transfer from Yu Deliang's class to his own class.

Yu Deliang may have a grudge because of this, so his tone was a little displeased.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt relieved.

Such a stingy teacher, why should I care about him?

Just ignore him.

...

In the morning of the next day, Zhang Fan still let the students study by themselves, while he himself was still with his feet on the desk in a daze.

In fact, he was thinking in his heart how to quickly improve the strength of these students.

It didn't take long for him to think of two ways.

It's just that these two methods are not the time yet, and we have to wait a few more days.

After lunch, Zhang Fan came to the college library again to learn about the world.

Seeing that the time was approaching half past two, Zhang Fan was about to get up and go to the training hall for martial arts class.

At this moment, a figure ran in panting.

While running, he shouted: "Mr. Zhang, it's not good, there's a fight, there's a fight, go and see..."

The person who came in was Zhang Fan's most inferior student, Wang Dong.

Zhang Fan was taken aback, and asked, "What's going on?"

Wang Dong said: "I... I just went to the training hall... and saw..."

He was out of breath and couldn't speak for a while.

Zhang Fan simply waved his hand: "Talk while walking."

...

Training Hall, Site 15.

Originally, this field was the smallest piece of the entire training ground.

In the past, the venue was sufficient, so basically no one would come to this venue for training.

But today somehow, every other venue has classes.

There is only this last piece of field 15 left.

On the field, it was already packed with people.

The ones in the middle are Zhang Fan's five students: Four Great Young Masters and Zhuge Liang.

Surrounded by more than a hundred students.

Each of these students had a badge pinned to their chest. On the badge was a big "one" character, which represented that they were first-year freshmen.

Below are the two small characters "Rocket".

This means they are first-year rocket class students.

Each of them is wearing the same short sleeves with the word "Rocket" on the back.

At least from the appearance, they are more than one level stronger than the students in the slag class.

At this time, a student in the rocket class pointed at Zhuge Liang, and said, "I won't wait for a good rocket class. If you insist on going to the scumbag class to be a scumbag, you will be willing to degenerate. It's a waste of your talent."

Zhuge Liang sneered and ignored him at all.

Gao Dashao said: "Don't change the subject. We are talking about the venue. Everything has a first-come, first-served basis. Our class comes first, and it should belong to us. Why do you want to seize it?"

The rocket class student laughed and said, "Why were you assigned to the scumbag class and assigned a teaching assistant with little teaching experience as a teacher? Don't you have any points in your mind?"

Another rocket class student sneered: "With your IQ, I'm afraid you really don't know it. Then let me tell you, your talent is too low and has been given up by the academy, so you are assigned to the scumbag class. Mrs. Zhazha is the head teacher. Am I clear enough?"

The third rocket class student spoke again: "Since you have all been abandoned by the academy, what else is there to train? Don't take up the resources of the academy. Just give us this field. You can find a corner wherever you want Just go and draw circles."

These four big names are all notorious dudes.

They are the only ones who bully others. Where have they ever been bullied?

They wanted to grab three points unreasonably, and now that they had the reason, they threw their fists at the three rocket students without hesitation.

Zhuge Liang is also a genius among geniuses, how could he stand being called scum by mouthfuls now?

He also raised his fist and rushed towards the rocket class.

But after all, they are too small in number, compared with more than 100 people in other classes, the gap is too big.

Although Zhuge Liang is a level 5 quasi-spirit, he has very little actual combat experience.

If you want him to be one against ten, it is okay, but one against seven or eighty, it is impossible.

In less than a moment, the five people were surrounded by a group of people from the rocket squad, and they were punched violently until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

At this moment, at the entrance of the training hall, Zhang Fan's figure flashed, and he rushed in.