Qin Muchu looked at the crowd, standing in a row like a group of taxi soldiers waiting for inspection, and couldn't help but chuckle, "How is it? Have you been wasting your practice this month?"
"Don't worry, Brother Qin, we haven't been lazy at all this month. Now with the control of Soul Power, each of us can control 100 Silver Needles to write on the stone wall. Write different words. In the disassembly of Soul Skill, we also dismantled and reconstructed all the existing Soul Skill." Ma Hongjun stood up and said with his head held high.
Qin Muchu looked at everyone's eagerness to try, but did not dampen their self-confidence. "Okay, then I will check, which of you will come first."
"I'll come."
"I'll come."
Several people were vying to be the first to show Qin Muchu the results of their cultivation over the past month.
"Okay, okay, don't argue. Fatty, you come first."
"Okay." Ma Hongjun, who was named, cheered and took out the box of Silver Needles that had been with him for two months. With a thought, all 100 Silver Needles in the wooden box floated into the air., and then under his control, it began to outline on the ground like dragons and phoenixes. Not long after, a lifelike Fire Phoenix slowly appeared under his Silver Needles.
"Hey, Brother Qin, how about it? Let me draw a likeness." Ma Hongjun scratched his head and looked at Qin Muchu with a grin.
Qin Muchu patted his head. "I asked you to write, why did you draw a grass chicken?"
After hearing Qin Muchu's words, the people at the scene burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, fat man, I just said that your Martial Soul is a grass chicken, but you still have to say what Fire Phoenix it is. Look, now Brother Qin is saying that your Martial Soul is a grass chicken, and you still don't admit it." Dai Mubai said while laughing and patting the shoulder of Oscar next to him.
"You're just a fat man, what's the difference between your Martial Soul and the Fire Chicken we usually use to make Fire Chicken noodles?" Ning Rongrong also covered his waist and laughed so hard.
"No, Brother Qin, I won't do this with you." Ma Hongjun said with a bitter look on his face.
"Okay, okay, it seems that you are not lazy. You can control a hundred Silver Needles. Not bad." Qin Muchu patted his shoulder.
Ma Hongjun, who received the compliment, immediately grinned, turned around and walked towards the team, but behind him came Qin Muchu's muttering, "Isn't this just a grass chicken?"
"Brother Qin!"
"Hahahahaha."
Following Ma Hongjun, several other people also stepped forward to show off their cultivation results. Ma Hongjun was right, all five of them could indeed control 100 Silver Needles. Qin Muchu was not surprised by this result. The five of them were all geniuses, and with the blessing of his own Three Top-Tier Cultivation Techniques, there would be trouble if he couldn't do it.
After everyone had finished showing off, Qin Muchu nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, everyone has fulfilled my request. You will have a day off tomorrow and start Furnace Plan's third and final phase the day after tomorrow. This phase will be the final test of your results in these two phases, and it will also be a comprehensive integration of the training in the first two phases."
"There's more!" Upon hearing these words, the people present immediately cried out in agony. Although everyone's strength has improved by leaps and bounds in the past four months, the pain is really hard.
"Brother Qin, besides Furnace Plan, do you have any other plans for forging iron or sharpening swords?" Ma Hongjun asked tentatively.
Qin Muchu looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile, "Guess."
"Damn, I shouldn't have talked so much." Ma Hongjun wanted to give himself a big mouth. Looking at Qin Muchu's expression, he knew that there must be other plans later. He didn't know that he could not think about it at first, but now that he knew it, he had to be wary of what "surprise" Qin Muchu had prepared for them.
The next day, when Qin Muchu was telling Snow Girl about some rules of the human world, Ma Hongjun sneaked in from outside the Academy and wanted to sneak into the Dormitory building. For some reason, this guy covered his face with his hands while walking, as if he was afraid that others would see him.
Qin Muchu instinctively felt something was wrong. "Fat man, what are you doing sneakily?"
Unexpectedly, when he heard Qin Muchu's words, Ma Hongjun was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He quickly turned his back to the two of them and said vaguely, "Nothing, um, Brother Qin, Miss Snow Girl, you guys talk first, I'm going back to Dormitory."
Ma Hongjun The more this happens, the more Qin Muchu feels something is wrong. "Turn your head around."
"Qin... Brother Qin, no need."
"Cut the nonsense."
Ma Hongjun had no choice but to slowly turn around and face Qin Muchu.
When Ma Hongjun turned around completely, Qin Muchu finally knew why his back was turned to her.
At this time, Ma Hongjun was in an extremely embarrassed state. Not only were his clothes damaged in many places, but his originally round face was swollen and looked even rounder. There were large bruises hanging from both eye sockets, and there were some dried blood at the corners of his mouth and under both nostrils.
The most important thing is that there is a long strip of mark on his face, which looks like it was left by someone stepping on it.
"Fuck, who did this?" Qin Muchu stood up angrily and walked over. Ma Hongjun's look at this time could be described as miserable.
"Damn, I was beaten by such a wretched uncle. It's so embarrassing. It's so embarrassing." Seeing that Qin Muchu had already noticed, Ma Hongjun didn't hide anymore. He sat down on the ground with his legs weak and began to tell his story.
It turned out that Ma Hongjun, who had been training hard for two months, finally had a vacation, and wanted to go to Suotuo City to relax for a while. However, when he was wandering around, he saw a middle-aged uncle following a girl intentionally or unintentionally.
He used to often go to the city to fool around and guessed what was going on at a glance. Remembering what Qin Muchu usually said with great power comes great responsibility, he wanted to have a scene where a hero saves a beauty.
"The uncle looks to be in his forties, has short hair, and looks quite honest, but if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are full of obscene light."
"I thought at the time that such a beautiful little girl couldn't be ruined by such a wretched uncle. So I stopped the man when he was about to take action." Ma Hongjun said angrily.
"Then what? You haven't beaten that guy, have you?" Qin Muchu vaguely guessed who the wretched uncle Ma Hongjun was talking about.
"That's not possible. Although that wretched uncle is a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, my training in the past few months has not been a vegetarian. Strangely speaking, the wretched uncle's Martial Soul is simply more wretched than himself. It is purely a girl's." Ma Hongjun said and stretched out his hands, bending his fingers and making gestures.
Snow Girl on the side saw that Ma Hongjun only spoke half of what he said, and couldn't help but curiously asked, "What about women?"
When Snow Girl asked, Ma Hongjun was immediately at a loss. He couldn't directly tell Snow Girl what it was, right? But he didn't dare not reply to Snow Girl's question, so he had to look at Qin Muchu for help.
"Uh, Snow Girl, don't ask, it's not a good thing anyway."
Seeing that Qin Muchu was unwilling to answer, Snow Girl said reluctantly, but did not continue to ask.