God level funny comparison system

After five days of practice, Zhang Long had already vomited all kinds of meat and eight vegetables, the sun and the moon were dark, his liver and intestines were broken, and his whole body was sluggish, so he fell asleep even more during class.

However, the hair remained motionless, and all of Zhang Long's mental power could not be concentrated on it.

Xu Xianlong and Yu Fanjian were worried that Zhang Long would be completely nervous if this went on, and worried that they would follow suit, so they persuaded Zhang Long to give up, because Zhang Long hadn't made any progress in the past five days.

Zhang Long's mental power was already very strong, but he couldn't condense it into shape within five days. Everyone thought that this practice method had no effect other than nausea.

Yao Zicheng has completely become the punching bag of everyone in the past five days. Once he couldn't bear the nausea, Xu Xianlong and Yu Fanjian would hold Yao Zicheng and beat him up, and then they would vomit endlessly due to the smell of Yao Zicheng.

In order to achieve a better effect, Shi Zhijian also joined the ranks of interference, changed into the bikini clothes, and twisted and twisted in Zhang Long's sea of ​​knowledge, screaming and screaming, but unfortunately, Si Zhijian obviously didn't learn dance, so he just hugged his feet temporarily Next, she learned the simplest Yangko dance that everyone on earth would know, uh, dancing Yangko in a bikini, her head shaking like a rattle, it was no less disgusting than Yao Zicheng's hair.

Under the ravages of all parties, Zhang Long persisted until the tenth day, and his spirit had reached the point of trance. However, that hair finally reacted and moved. It ripples towards the rear, and a deep vortex will appear in that void, which can be seen almost with the naked eye.

Seeing this astonishing effect, everyone finally stopped trying to persuade Zhang Long to give up, but increased their efforts to interfere with Zhang Long. Xu Xianlong and Yu Fanjian were in charge of singing while stripping, and Yao Zicheng was in charge of disgusting Zhang Long in various ways. For the cheap Yangko who died in the sea of ​​knowledge, the entire dormitory basically became a mental hospital.

On the day before the summer vacation, Zhang Long didn't go to class in the morning. He was exhausted for several days, so he slept until noon and woke up. The first thing he did was to stand one meter away with his head that hadn't been washed for several days. Staring at the hair from a distance, and using consciousness to imagine condensing the mental power into a sword shape, cutting off the hair.

Finally, under countless efforts and devastation, a miracle appeared.

When Zhang Long stared at the hair, there was a tremor in the void, and a small transparent sword appeared, passing through the hair accurately, so the hair broke.

It worked!Spiritual power condenses essence, what almost no one can do except the people of Dark God Sect, Zhang Long has done it.

He couldn't even believe it, and turned his eyes to other places, and saw that under the control of Zhang Long's consciousness, the small blade-like sword could appear at will, piercing through all the places where Zhang Long was staring. .

In the end, looking at the countless small sword marks scattered on the walls of the dormitory, Zhang Long was finally convinced of this miracle.

However, although he has been able to condense his spiritual power, Zhang Long's spiritual power cannot be fully condensed, but only a part of it, so the power of the small sword is not great and needs to be improved.

Even so, Zhang Long is already very happy. As long as he can condense the sword shape, no matter how much spiritual power he condenses, he has already succeeded. As long as he practices more in the future, the sword shape will naturally grow slowly.

This harvest can be regarded as a great gift when the summer vacation comes.

The next day, after the official holiday, Zhang Long summoned a group of brothers and boldly announced the plan to take down the main rudder of the Wanyao Pavilion. The brothers were extremely excited, just to test their cultivation during this period.

Ever since, Zhang Long carried the Scorching Flame Demon Sword on his back and led everyone to the main rudder of Wanyao Pavilion overnight.

In addition to the dozens of brothers, Zhang Long also contacted the sisters Meng Hongchen. After all, Meng Hongchen was from Wanyao Pavilion and was very familiar with the chief rudder of Wanyao Pavilion.

With the strong support of Wanyao Pavilion in Jiangcheng, all the brothers held silver long swords, wore black school uniforms approved by Kewu University, and flew across the night sky in more than 20 black cars, heading towards the main rudder of Wanyao Pavilion .

Under the silvery moon starry sky, the black speeding car, like a group of giant bats flying, mighty and mighty, wherever it passes, the ground hundreds of meters below will pull up large pieces of dust and fly in the strong wind.

It was almost dawn when they arrived at the island where the main rudder of Wanyao Pavilion was located.

The sound of sea water splashing endlessly echoed in my ears, the starry sky became extremely sparse, only a few scattered brightest stars were left, and the round moon lost its brightest light and became a little pale. On the surface of the sea, a white full moon of the same size is left in the sea, like two moons.

More than 20 vehicles landed on the shore. The mighty crowd led by Zhang Long, Meng Hongchen, Meng Bingya, Xu Xianlong, Yao Zicheng, Dynasty Ma Han, Zhao Hu, Ji Chen and others with the highest cultivation levels. Looking at the quaint compound of the headquarters of Wanyao Pavilion on the island, he walked past.

There was no sound, and the dense footsteps stepped on the flowers and plants, rustling all over, and the island blown by the sea breeze suddenly had a strong sense of chill.

People's sharp eyes have unkind rays of light, like a pack of wolves at night, silently moving towards their prey.

After walking not far, Zhang Long frowned, feeling something was wrong.

The chief rudder of Wanyaoge seems to be too quiet today.

It was less than [-] meters away from the compound. The compound looked like a protruding round turtle shell, buckled in the waist-high flowers and plants, and the night was dimly shadowed.

Under the detection of mental power, he couldn't feel any energy fluctuations.

"Damn, ran away? How is it possible?" Zhang Long grinned, then raised his hand and rushed out.

Suddenly, the wind blew and the grass blew, and a team of hundreds of people flew together on the tip of the grass. Under the excitation of energy, the black clothes were hunting, and the grass turned into waves and made a noise.

Soon, everyone jumped over a high wall, like countless bats, and fell into the courtyard one after another.

When his eyes scanned the courtyard, Zhang Long vetoed the guess in his heart, the person at the helm of Wanyao Pavilion did not escape, but died.

Black corpses were scattered everywhere, all dressed in black robes, most of the criss-cross walls collapsed into piles of ruins, the torn green vines were covered with dust, or broken, or twisted, scattered into a mess, On the ground, blood is accumulated everywhere.

The most shocking thing is no different from Meng Hongchen. As the owner of the sub-rudder in Jiangcheng, she has never received any urgent news from the main helm. Moreover, not everyone knows the location of the main helm of Wanyao Pavilion, but the place is full of people. What happened to the dead man?

Judging from the weapons and clothes, there is no doubt that these dead people are masters at the helm of Wanyao Pavilion, there are hundreds of them, what kind of strength can kill so many people?
"Brother, these people just died not long ago." Chao Chao squatted in front of a corpse, rubbed the rather fresh blood with his fingers, and said to Zhang Long with a frown.

This group of students are all students of Kewu University, and their quality in all aspects is beyond the reach of ordinary college students. It is normal to be able to judge some difficult problems that ordinary people cannot judge. However, the scene of dead bodies in front of them did not make them feel Fear made them even more excited.

Hearing this, Zhang Long rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Everyone be careful, maybe the murderer hasn't left yet."

All the brothers nodded, tightened their swords tightly, and opened up their mental power, covering the entire courtyard heavily. The students in the back row all turned their backs and stared at the darkness behind them, while the students on both sides also turned around and stared at the darkness. The situation on both sides, for a moment, the students standing in a square formation investigated all the places in all directions.

Zhang Long started, stepped over the corpses, walked straight forward, and finally stepped over several collapsed walls, and stood in front of the stone table with only half of it left. The other half of the stone table fell to the ground , smashed the ground into countless cracks, and a corpse was lying on the half-round stone. The corpse in a white robe was none other than Yu Bolei.

Zhang Long took a deep breath, looked up and looked around, and found that Yu Bolei's four protectors had also died around him, especially Bo Lin, who was the most tragic. He couldn't come out, but his head flew to nowhere.

The whole quiet scene was hideous and bloody.

Zhang Long withdrew his gaze, and glanced at Yu Bolei for a few more times. He was dying, with fear of dying in his eyes, and deep unwillingness, as if he never thought he would end up like this.

On his chest, there is a palm-long crack, the crack is as straight as a long sword inserted, if you look closely, you will find that the cracked flesh and blood are extremely smooth, without the slightest roughness, and the flesh and blood on both sides of the crack are not even a little messy, It really seems to be the crack that the cells of the chest split open automatically.

It is a person from the Dark God Sect.

Zhanlong narrowed his eyes. Only those monsters from the Dark God Sect could condense spiritual power into substance that could cause such wounds.

"Is it murder again? For what?" Zhang Long squinted at Yu Bolei's protruding eyes without any anger, and murmured in a low voice. .

"call……"

"who!"

"Shh!"

Suddenly, a light wind flashed by, and the whole quiet scene was in an uproar. All the brothers instinctively raised their long swords and pointed at the place where the sound of the wind passed by. few.

Zhang Long also felt this same feeling, he slowly straightened up, raised his eyes and looked in front of him.