Hu Huan picked up the group of air-eating insects and put the shell 28 into his body.
The red blood poison circulates lightly in the body, and after going through a strange trajectory, it turns into an extremely compressed mass of spiritual power.
Hu Huan introduced it to the index finger of his right hand. He gestured curiously, but gave up the idea of dying in the mysterious conch.
If this place was destroyed, Hu Huan would not even think of the tone in which he would cry.
He couldn't try to shoot, so he tried again.
The red blood poison circulated lightly in the body, and after a strange trajectory, it turned into an extremely compressed mass of spiritual power. This time, this mass of spiritual power was directed to the index finger of the right hand.
Hu Huan slightly sensed the spiritual power in his body, and it seemed that there was still plenty of it, so he started to compress the "spiritual power bullet" for the third time.
When all ten index fingers were loaded with spiritual power bullets, Hu Huan felt that he still had about 50-60% of his spiritual power left.
He kept doing nothing and continued to activate Shell 28's superpower.
When Hu Huan almost exhausted the red blood poison spiritual power in his body and stored all ten of his toes with spiritual power bullets, he was quite exhausted, but very happy.
Classmate Xiao Hu secretly thought: "I am also a very capable young man now."
"I just don't know how powerful these psychic bullets are."
"Next time I go to the closed area with Sister Ling Xiao, I must try to see what it feels like to shoot a spiritual bullet."
Hu Huan stayed in the mysterious conch for a while, and he was so excited that he went to read a few diaries.
The three authors on the bookshelf have completely different styles. The first author he read was called Huang Shizhi. He had a very irritable personality and loved learning, especially foreign literature.
In addition to various technical studies, the diary also contains discussions about literature, language, philosophy and other insights with a certain foreign woman.
Hu Huan also flipped through the diaries of the other two people. They were relatively boring, so he flipped through them and didn't read much. However, he had already flipped through one and a half of Huang Shizhi's diaries, and roughly glanced through seven or eight of them.
Hu Huan flipped through most of the book and felt a little bored. He was about to put it back and turned a page at random, but a few sentences caught his attention.
"I was fooled. It turns out that the method of fetishism is not used in this way. No wonder we have always felt that there is something wrong with it. It is not for people to have supernatural powers at all, nor is it a system of practice, but to provide materials for practice."
"Friend Sun Mo, this grandson is really hidden."
"Hu Huan is not a good person either. I reminded him that Sun You might have a problem, but it turns out that he and Sun You are in the same group."
"Fox friends and dog friends, colluding with each other!"
"After I exposed his true identity, Hu Huan not only showed no shame, but also shamelessly asked us to support him in researching the newly emerging Mechatronics."
"Can a pile of soulless steel be cultivated? Or should living creatures be cultivated into a pile of steel?"
"This kind of practice concept is unbelievable, deviant, and has no chance of success..."
Hu Huan's eyebrows were slightly swollen, and various memory fragments related to the machine magic appeared inexplicably. More than ten half-human, half-mechanical monsters appeared in his mind, but the various pictures were fragmented and could not be pieced together in the end.
Something of value.
"It's okay, you should still read more. I always feel like there are big secrets hidden in these people's diaries."
Hu Huan calculated the time, put the diary back on the bookshelf, chanted the spell, and exited the mysterious conch.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were classes tomorrow, so Hu Huan decided to go to bed early.
He was lying on the bed, thinking a little, but after thinking wildly for a while, he became sleepy, and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, Hu Huan woke up very early. He gradually got used to this rhythm of life. He went downstairs first, went to the underground cafeteria to have breakfast, and then strolled in the yard for a while.
When it was almost time for class, Hu Huan returned to the teaching building.
Although the training course has only started for a few days, the phenomenon of skipping classes is already very serious, with just over two-thirds of the students attending class.
Yan Lingse didn't care about this matter, because most of the students who skipped classes were professionals, and the courses at the beginning were all common-sense lectures for awakened people and professionals, which really meant little to these people.
Hu Huan felt that he had gained a lot from attending this special training class and really learned a lot.
In the morning of this day, a young scholar from Kunlun gave a lecture. He talked about the creation of spiritual weapons, as well as the overview and prospects of spiritual weapons in various countries.
This young scholar's language is humorous and the atmosphere in the class is relaxed and warm, making him very popular among the students.
When the get out of class was about to end, the scholar said with a smile: "After listening to my class, you should be very interested in spiritual weapons. The afternoon class is also attended by people from Kunlun, but it is not in the classroom. I’m taking everyone to see the spiritual weapons.”
"We will also give everyone the opportunity to try and use these spiritual objects. There are some taboos. You must not take it lightly. After all, unexpected situations often occur when using spiritual objects. There are thousands of professionals abroad who have been backlashed by the spiritual objects and lost control on the spot.
get up."
"The control of spiritual objects in our country is relatively strict, but there are not many such vicious incidents, but there are nearly a hundred, so I would like to give this final warning to all students."
"Be sure not to rashly try to integrate spiritual objects into the body. Without strict scientific testing and exploration by high-level professionals, any spiritual object may be fatal."
After saying these words, the young scholar announced the end of get out of class.
Hu Huan felt the two god cards in his body, especially the shell 28, but he didn't feel that there was any danger in this spiritual object.
He was very interested in the afternoon visit and was about to go back to his room to stay for a while. When the cafeteria started serving lunch, he saw Zhang Mingyu hurriedly walked in from outside.
When he saw Hu Huan, he was very excited and waved. Hu Huan wanted to pretend that she didn't know him, but she had no choice but to stand up and asked: "Can you see me if you have anything to do?"
Zhang Mingyu nodded and said: "I have completed the procedures and have been transferred to the Qianlong Army in your province. He will probably be the person in charge stationed in a certain city."
"One more thing!"
"We'll talk in the room."
"That's it, what room should we go back to?"
Hu Huan really didn't want to be in the same room as Zhang Mingyu. He always felt that the two of them were alone together. They were too close and could easily arouse criticism.
Zhang Mingyu glanced at the students who were walking out of the classroom one after another, and said in a low voice: "This is top-secret news. No one can hear it, not even Xiao Jianseng."
Only then did Hu Huan pay attention and said helplessly: "Then go to my room."