I get stronger when I get hit

After all came out anyway, Dashuai Zhang simply stayed by the small pond, feeding his magic knife.

He has raised the magic knife to an impressive eight meters, and he doesn't know where the limit is.

However, the magic knife's increase in one's regular combat power is particularly useful, and it has almost become a standard equipment for counter-attack and anti-kill, and eating skills cannot be lost.

Raise it, and see what kind of monster you can raise.

Huan Dao Jue, start!
Perhaps he has already been appointed, or perhaps he knows that resistance will only make Zhang Dashuai even more excited.

The magic knife swallows essence and blood, and swallows it very numbly, and eats it when it comes.

"Son Dao, give me some reaction. I'm worried about your insensitivity."

There was no emotion coming from the magic knife, like a tortured refugee.

The essence is lost, and the holy body is improved.

The data is too small to even be read by the system. Anyway, Dashuai Zhang feels that his physique is constantly improving.

After about half a day, the magic knife shut up, no matter how Zhang Dashuai beat it, there was no response at all.

He was probably full, and refused to communicate with Dashuai Zhang.

Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so let him.

Looking at the Eucharist column again, it has increased by 0, which is not bad, just barely.

And after Zhang Dashuai summoned the magic knife, although he had expected it, he also covered his forehead with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

12 meters!
Twenty poked his head out and yelled, "Hey, Marshal Zhang, you've grown up again."

"Can you stop talking, I want to be quiet."

Dashuai Zhang put the magic knife aside, it was taller than the crooked neck tree.

He was sitting by the pond, blowing in the wind, very melancholy.

If possible, he would rather not have a system, no cultivating magic knife, and no cultivation of the Holy Yuan Daozang.

The more others practice, the better they look, and the more they practice, the more energetic they become, which is better for themselves.

The hair is gone, the person is cute, and a portrait is hung on the wall, a bed sheet of Mr. Sponge, a bad thief bird, and a knife are taken out to either scare people to death or laugh people to death big knife.

I don't know what unpredictable situations will appear on the road ahead.

Hey……

Dashuai Zhang sighed, why was a melancholy boy with such an outstanding temperament silenced by God?

Thinking back three months ago, although the combat power was completely incomparable to what it is now.Anyway, I am still a genius on the potential list, a representative of the common people, with countless female fans, with a strong wind chopping and flying out of the dust, people give birth to monkeys for me wherever I go.

Dashuai Zhang's thoughts were racing, he felt pity for himself, and a voice came from behind him.

"Big guy!"

"Iron pillar!"

If this person is depressed, think of someone worse than himself.

Dashuai Zhang, who was still depressed just now, suddenly felt better when he saw Tie Zhu whose painting style was worse than his own.

"Marshal, I heard that you saved a whole building of girls and were injured. Let me come and see you."

Tie Zhu is here to visit a patient, although he looks more like a patient than Zhang Dashuai.

Dashuai Zhang grinned: "Really? I feel much better seeing you, thank you Tie Zhu."

"We are all brothers, you are welcome."

If Tie Zhu knew the reason why Zhang Dashuai was in a good mood, he wondered if he would continue to recognize Zhang Dashuai as his brother.

"By the way, the graduation ceremony of the Martial Academy is about to start in two days. I heard that you are the representative of the graduates. Have you written your speech yet?"

Tie Zhu will also attend the graduation ceremony, but he is the represented graduate.

"Not yet, busy with other things. Any questions?"

"Do you know? Sima Feitian suddenly broke through Huaqi for some reason, and he is also going to give a speech as a representative. I am worried that your manuscript is not powerful enough and will be suppressed by others. I specially asked an expert to write it for you." article."

Dashuai Zhang smiled and said, "Tie Zhu, you are more thoughtful. As for the manuscript, show me."

"Still writing." Tie Zhu patted Marshal Zhang on the shoulder, and smiled confidently. "Don't worry, commander, this expert is a celebrity in the cultural circle of Minzhou City, Fengyin Shixian!"

Dashuai Zhang has no culture, and he doesn't know any cultural circles. Fengyin Shixian has never heard of it.

However, his virtue is absolutely impossible to show weakness in front of others, and he was surprised and said: "Oh, so it is him, I know, and I have read his poems."

"That's right, it's very powerful. I have a little friendship with him. He said that the speech script is not a trivial matter, and it must be carefully crafted. Then you will definitely make you shine."

"Great."

The two chatted for a while, Tie Zhu was going back to prepare his resume for graduation delivery, so the two said goodbye.

Dashuai Zhang's melancholy was swept away, and now there is nothing else to do, just concentrate on waiting for graduation.

Two days later, the graduation ceremony came as scheduled.

In fact, Zhang Dashuai originally thought that if he sacrificed his appearance and succeeded in saving the world, there would be a lot of rewards waiting for him.

In the end, the reward came, Kong Zhibei's verbal praise.

Then there is not a single hair.

Dashuai Zhang was in a bad mood. He always felt that what he gave was out of proportion to what he gained, so that at the beginning of the graduation ceremony, he was also depressed.

In the early days of Wuyuan, the sky tower, the open space under the towering ancient tower, was arranged by the Wuyuan as a graduation ceremony venue.

But all the attendees, no matter men or women, were all dressed up in fancy clothes, wanting to leave the best silhouette in the martial arts academy.

As for Zhang Dashuai, as one of the graduate representatives, he has worked hard for his debut today.

Three miles away from the venue.

"Tie Zhu, how is it? Have you finished debugging?"

"almost."

Dashuai Zhang was sweating profusely as he waited. As time passed, Tie Zhu was still like a repairman, with his head buried in tinkering with a giant four-wheeled cannon.

Dashuai Zhang glanced at his mobile phone from time to time, oh my god, it's almost noon, I guess it's time for him to give a speech.

"Tie Zhu, is it okay? No, I'm starting plan B."

Tie Zhu raised his hand, his eyes were piercing with a desire to transcend the sky.

"Master, trust me!"

Dashuai Zhang closed his eyes, he really couldn't stand Tie Zhu's gaze, forget it, just let him go.

After another 10 minutes, finally...

"Okay, handsome, get in the car!"

Dashuai Zhang quickly got into the muzzle, only showing his head.

"Every department is ready, let's take off, commander! Fire!"

boom!Dashuai Zhang flew up in response.

on the venue.

"Hello everyone, I am a graduate who has studied for half a year, Sima Feitian. We nobles are born tough. Compared with some ordinary people who have graduated for more than two years, we are twinkling stars in the sky. We are big people they will always look up to.

We are the adjudicators, civilians like Zhang Dashuai are the ones who are adjudicated by us.They will definitely miss the days when they were in the same school with us, because this is the time when they are closest to us. "

On the podium, Sima Feitian gave a speech with joy.

It's not so much a speech as it is Quantu mocking Dashuai Zhang.

When he broke through the gasification, he was in the midst of the spring breeze, and he had long wanted to grab Dashuai Zhang out and rub him on the ground.

But today, I don't know if Marshal Zhang felt his killing intent, and actually retreated to a place he didn't know.