Chapter 1,219 Perfecting the Kung Fu

Wang Xing knew that it was useless to think about this. Taking every next step well was the key.

"Teacher Fengyun Wuji, you have only been teaching in the college for one year, which is extremely precious to our college. It has been a month now, and you have a certain understanding of the situation in the college. What do you think based on the current situation of the college? , what is the most appropriate way to teach?”

"Me?"

Feng Yun Wuji was startled. He had thought that Wang Xing had already arranged everything.

But since Wang Xing asked him to say it, he still had some ideas: "Teach the class in a preaching manner, just like the open classes of the Earth Federation University. Then all students will come to listen. As for what they can learn, it depends on them personally." Good luck."

"That's fine." Wang Xing nodded. He actually thought this was more appropriate.

Feng Yun Wuji was strong and experienced in cultivation, so he definitely could not become the teacher of a few people. This kind of public preaching could benefit everyone and ensure fairness.

"Since the dean agrees, I will prepare now and try to tell the students everything I know within the teaching time."

"Good work."

Wang Xing said sincerely, he knew that this sermon was very laborious, but for the sake of the college, he still said: "Tentatively, it will be four times. I hope that Teacher Fengyun Wuji can preach four times for the college."

Feng Yun Wuji thought for a while and finally agreed.

After Wang Xing returned, he began to perfect his cosmic flow technique according to Feng Yun Wuji's words.

The big explosion mode of cells in the past will definitely no longer work. Wang Xing imitated Sun Wukong's Saiyan transformation and divided it into three levels according to the speed at which his cells burned.

The first level of cell burning increases the strength by three levels, burning 30% of the divine body, and lasts for one hour.

The second level of cell burning increases the strength by five levels, burning 30% of the divine body, and lasts for twenty minutes.

The third level of cell burning increases the strength by seven levels, burning 30% of the body, and the duration is six minutes.

Cell burning beyond the third level takes a shorter time and increases the strength more, but it is beyond the control of Wang Xing.

Therefore, there are only these three levels at present.

However, under normal circumstances, Wang Xing would only dare to activate the first and second-order modes at most. The third-order mode is extremely harmful and cannot be used easily.

For example, this time, Wang Xing should have turned on the third level mode, and his strength has increased by seven levels, reaching half-step emperor. However, the consequence is that in the next period of time, he will be busy repairing his body and cultivating his power. It is difficult to make progress.

The cultivation level that was about to break through to the fourth level of Creation Realm has obviously stalled.

Secondly, Wang Xing sorted out his skills and divided them according to the weight and level of general skills.

Currently, King Planet is in the first stage of the world melting pot, which is the seventh level.

After finishing all this, Wang Xing immersed himself in his Dantian, but the god's arm and broken sword were still inside.

But now, his world furnace has not refined this arm.

"Even if the god is dead, his body will still not decay for hundreds of millions of years. It is extremely difficult for others to refine it."

Wang Xing murmured, understanding what was going on: "For the time being, let's recover the flesh and blood lost in this burning cell first, and then find a way to advance the technique to the eighth level and reach the second stage of the world melting pot. , when the furnace becomes more powerful, it may be possible to refine this arm."

After planning all this, Wang Xing began to practice silently.

Three days later, the college announced the date of Feng Yun Wuji's first sermon, just one month later.

All students, whether they are junior high school students or elementary school students, will be able to listen to Feng Yun Wuji's sermons.

The academy was in a state of excitement because of this incident.

Many students feel that this is their opportunity. If they can gain something from listening to the sermon and understand many of the principles of cultivation, they will definitely have a bright future in the future.

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

Wang Xing's body recovered a lot during this month. He stopped practicing on this day because he also had to listen to Feng Yun Wuji's sermons.

For him, this is something he cannot miss.

In the academy, a dojo has been built a long time ago. It was built by Feng Yun Wuji himself, and it is extremely mysterious.

Early in the morning, before dawn, many students came, trying to grab a good seat.

But something amazing happened. The location of the entire dojo is not that you can sit wherever you want. If you are not cultivated enough, you will not be able to get to the seat in front.

"This is the sixth row." Yu Dianbo said with some helplessness. He has the third level of Zhouguang realm, but he can't even enter the first three rows.

"Haha, let's see where I can sit." Yin Haojun's voice came, and he walked forward step by step, passing Yu Dianbo, but did not stop.

Yu Dianbo looked at Yin Haojun's back and cursed in his heart. This shameless guy was actually stronger than him. Is there any reason for this?

When he reached the fourth row, Yin Haojun felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back and could no longer move forward.

"No, third row, I must sit in the third row."

Yin Haojun gritted his teeth. His body was bent and covered with sweat, but he still crossed the step and reached the third row.

Sitting down, Yin Haojun took a deep breath, and all the pressure disappeared at this moment.

"The third row is fine."

Yin Haojun secretly thought that he had tried his best.

But before his butt got warm, he saw a person sitting in front of him. This person turned out to be Zhang Xiaomeng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Outside the college, many students are still coming quickly.

"Are you free to come over too?" Su Yu was talking to someone, who was Miao Zhenyu.

"How could I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? To tell you the truth, I used up all my rest time in a year just to come and listen to Teacher Feng Yun Wuji's lecture." Miao Zhenyu smiled bitterly. This is what it means to become the President of the Federation. The price of being a director is that there are no weekends or holidays. He is still working when others are off, and he is still working when others are working. He is busy from morning to night.

"Okay, but you have made great progress. I feel that within this term, you will be able to cultivate to the realm of creation."

Su Yu pondered for a moment, wondering if this could be considered comforting Miao Zhenyu: "Okay, everyone over there is jockeying for seats, let's go and try which row we can sit in."

Miao Zhenyu nodded: "You must be in the first row, I can't compare with you."

Around the dojo, many contract employees recruited by the academy are also looking forward to it at this moment.

They also wanted to listen to Feng Yun Wuji's sermon, but because they were not students and teachers of the academy, they could only listen to the sermon at the outermost part of the dojo and could not come in.

But for them, this is also a rare opportunity.