Chapter 104: Martial Master-level Physique
Ye Ran was so excited that he didn't even bother to open the door and rushed out of the room.
He was so strong now that he couldn't even block the wooden door, let alone the iron door. The door was smashed into pieces on the spot, leaving a big hole.
Zhou Shishi: "???"
Her face was confused, watching Ye Ran like a gust of wind, and then returned to the room like lightning.
Everyone was stunned and couldn't come back to their senses.
In the room.
Ye Ran took a deep breath and looked at the express delivery in his hand. When he opened it, it turned out to be a palm-sized black iron box.
There was a silver seal on the iron box.
Wumeng-Silver Arsenal.
"Silver Arsenal?"
Ye Ran raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Silver Arsenal is the exclusive treasure house of Wumeng, which contains many martial arts, war weapons and other treasures.
People with Wumeng contribution points can exchange treasures in the treasure house.
Then these treasures will be delivered by special Wumeng personnel to ensure that the treasures will not be lost.
This kind of items will have a seal of the Silver Arsenal on them.
He was slightly moved, thinking that it was probably Grandmaster Hengyang who sent it through the express delivery system of the Silver Arsenal for safety reasons.
The Silver Arsenal is not accessible to ordinary people, but it is not a big deal for the Grandmaster.
Thinking of this, Ye Ran did not hesitate to remove the seal.
At this time, the phone rang.
Ye Ran glanced and found that it was Teacher Zhu's call, which was a bit unexpected.
But he still answered it.
"Ye Ran, do you have time to come to school in the afternoon?"
Teacher Zhu's voice was a little tired.
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
"Do you remember, I... I told you before, the seed... the quota of the seed, right?"
There were several noises from Teacher Zhu's side, making his voice a little vague.
"Remember."
Ye Ran nodded. In the Ningjiang Star Competition, there were several thousand high school students in the third year of high school.
With so many people, it is definitely impossible to follow the routine.
Therefore, it is divided into inner and outer competitions.
Players in the inner round can play fewer games and go directly to the last few games.
But those who can directly participate in the inner round are all seeded players from each school.
There are only ten seeded player quotas for a school.
When the seed quotas were announced, he was the first one to apply for the school, and Teacher Zhu also mentioned it to him, so Ye Ran remembered it very clearly.
"There are a few students who have just transferred to my...our...school, who want to challenge you..."
Teacher Zhu's voice was still unclear, and it was particularly noisy over there.
As he spoke, Teacher Zhu suddenly raised his voice, with a bit of anger in his voice.
"Students, this is the office, can you lower your voice!"
"Got it, teacher."
"Teacher, you should inform him quickly and tell him that I want that quota. Otherwise, tell him to withdraw obediently, or come to me in the afternoon to give him a lesson."
"That's right, it's such a simple thing, just say it directly, teacher, you are so slow."
Several lazy young voices sounded, without any respect in their tone.
After speaking, they chatted with themselves again.
The sound was so loud that it was hard to hear Teacher Zhu's voice. One could only hear him slapping the table and scolding angrily.
But those people did not restrain themselves at all. Instead, they became more and more aggressive, and their laughter became louder and louder.
Ye Ran narrowed his eyes.
The students who transferred to the school were those from other cities?
Not only did they want his seed quota, but they also made Teacher Zhu so angry...
He smiled and said, "Teacher, I know, turn on the speaker."
On the other side.
In the office, Teacher Zhu was stunned for a moment and subconsciously pressed the speaker.
The next moment.
A rebellious young man's voice suddenly sounded.
"A few little bastards, since you want to be punished so much, then wait obediently. When I have time, I will beat you up!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a dead silence in the office.
Several boys and girls who were laughing were stunned, and their smiles froze on their faces.
Teacher Zhu was secretly happy, glanced at them coldly, and then hung up the phone.
Although the scolding was good, Ye Ran could not irritate these students from other cities anymore, after all, the gap in strength between the two sides was still very large.
These students were all at the peak of the first level.
Although he was not happy in his heart, he had to admit it.
The students from these cities with developed martial arts were indeed much stronger than the local students in Ningjiang.
…
In the room.
Ye Ran put down his phone, and a bit of hostility flashed in his eyes.
A few ignorant little bastards who didn't know how to respect their teachers, so they would be beaten until they understood.
He restrained his emotions and looked at the black iron box.
He opened the box and found a space ring inside.
The space ring was not big, but it was also dozens of cubic meters, which made Ye Ran astonished.
As expected of a master, he was always so generous.
Although the space ring was large inside, there were only three black wooden barrels half a person's height inside.
Ye Ran took one out, and his face changed immediately.
It's so heavy!
If this wooden barrel is taken out, I'm afraid it will collapse the ground.
"Change the place."
He quickly stood up and went to the Warrior Association.
Half an hour later.
In the Warrior Association, a huge training room.
Ye Ran glanced around and nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you, Secretary Bai."
"It's okay."
The gentle middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled, "You practice with peace of mind, I'm leaving first."
After saying that, he turned around and left, closing the door.
At this time, there were many people gathered outside. Seeing this scene, they were all surprised.
"Who is that young man? Secretary Bai actually opened the door in person. Is this a treatment only for the president?"
"And this practice room, I heard that this is the largest practice room in our Ningjiang City, but it is usually only open to a few martial arts league ministers, and ordinary people can't use it at all."
"That's not clear, anyway, this is definitely not an ordinary person..."
Inside the practice room.
Ye Ran looked again. The practice room is more private, not like a real battlefield, so there is no monitoring equipment.
The practice room in front of him is also the same.
He was relieved and took out a wooden barrel from the space ring.
Dong!
The wooden barrel fell to the ground, and immediately made a dull heavy sound.
Fortunately, the ground was an alloy floor. Although it was loud, it did not collapse after all.
Even so, the ground was still obviously concave.
Ye Ran looked at the wooden barrel. The barrel was full of sticky black blood, and the light was dim and flickering.
"Black dragon blood."
He exhaled lightly, and did not start directly, but swallowed two dragon blood fruits first.
Two dragon blood fruits entered his stomach.
A rich heat flow surged to his whole body, and his bones gradually made crisp crackling sounds.
His physique was improving rapidly.
His physique was originally at the level of the best among the third-level warriors.
And the dragon blood fruit can directly improve the physique of those below the martial artist level.
At this time, the two dragon blood fruits were exerting their medicinal effects, helping him to move towards the martial artist level physique.
Time passed slowly.
Half an hour later.
Ye Ran suddenly moved his body, and suddenly a layer of skin on his body cracked, and then cracks appeared all over his body.
Then those cracks broke open, and pieces of skin fragments fell down.
Exposing his new, smooth jade-like skin.
Slowly opening his eyes, Ye Ran glanced at himself in the mirror next to him.
His skin was like jade, and his whole body was glowing white, but it was not the paleness before, but a kind of crystal-like jade-like luster.
"Is this the physique of a martial artist?"
Ye Ran clenched his fist slightly, feeling this powerful force, and sighed.
No wonder everyone below the martial artist is a mortal.
A martial artist master, with just his physical body, can defeat 99% of the second-level warriors.
He didn't think any more and stood up.
He jumped into the wooden barrel full of black dragon blood.
