Countless information crazily poured into Xinyuan's brain, pressing the limits of his will.

At this time, in his mind, there seemed to be an endless starry sky in front of him, and floating in it was a simple spear that had experienced eternity.

The spear seemed to be shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see the details.

But from the outside, it is an ordinary thing without any special patterns.

But what is condensed above is the domineering feeling that belongs exclusively to the King of Hundred Soldiers!

One scene after another flashed in Xinyuan's mind, the ancient battlefield that made people feel unreal, the bloody scenes.

Although he didn't really see it, in his heart, he seemed to see an ancient existence that spanned tens of millions of years.

He holds this spear and engages in endless fighting in the infinite universe and endless years.

The color on the spear seems to have long been separated from its own substance, but is made of various kinds of blood.

There is too much information that is difficult to understand, and there are too many faces that are difficult to look at. These things make Xinyuan unable to help but indulge in them.

It wasn't until a voice rang in his ears and became louder and louder that he suddenly woke up and broke away from these pictures.

His eyes blurred, his body trembled slightly, he saw everything in front of him clearly, and returned to the ice and snow world.

Next to him was Jun Anyi.

From the moment she saw Xinyuan's eyes wandering, she realized something was wrong and kept calling Xinyuan's name.

Bang!

The two-meter-long stick fell to the ground, and Xinyuan's hands could no longer hold it.

Breathing heavily, calming his heartbeat, he slumped down on the chair.

At this time, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have a little difficulty remembering the scene just now.

After a few more seconds, he had forgotten almost everything, only vaguely remembering a spear that stretched across the universe.

"Can't you control this thing?"

After resting for a few minutes and watching Xinyuan's wounds gradually heal, Jun Anyi asked from the side.

She also didn't expect that even Xinyuan's mental strength would be suppressed by this thing.

This kind of serial weapon that can control people's minds basically has the possibility of backfire on its owner.

Logically speaking, if it is such a thing, it cannot be used temporarily.

"Fortunately, I saw a lot of things. It was like having a dream, and then I forgot all about it."

"But this thing is a spear! Now, the tip of the spear is still missing."

Xinyuan calmed down, and after finishing speaking, he reached out and picked up the thing from the ground.

At this time, the aura of faith unique to gods still came from above, but it was relatively weak and Xinyuan himself could suppress it.

It's no longer like it was before.

The long stick, which is a little over two meters long, still has a small break on it.

The whole stick was filled with a coquettish aura, and Xinyuan could feel that if this thing were to deal with ordinary people now, it would probably be able to control their thoughts instantly.

"Spear? Show me." Jun Anyi said.

After taking the spear handed over by Xinyuan and shaking it slightly in his hand, Jun Anyi couldn't help but be speechless.

The feeling of this thing now is obviously very different from the two short sticks before!

If this thing were to be evaluated now, it would be at least a B-level serial number!

"Now, it's just the top part that's missing, right?"

"Not necessarily. Anyway, there is still something missing on it, but I don't know if it may have been broken into several pieces." Xin Yuan said.

"It seems that you have to pay attention when you go out or do anything in the future. When the gun head is attached, this thing may be very scary."

With that said, Jun Anyi handed the long stick back.

In a sense, this thing is a double-edged sword. It is very powerful, but the uncertainty is too high.

"The gun head? Not necessarily. It doesn't matter whether the gun head is in this world or not." Xinyuan took it with a wry smile and replied.

He has a bit of a perfectionist tendency, but he also knows that the difficulty of putting this thing together is probably quite high.

"This thing is so old. She is probably older than the planet below us!"

"The gun head might be wandering somewhere in the universe."

Standing up and waving the short stick, Shinyuan felt that it was much smoother to use it now with this length.

"You can make up your own mind. You should be careful when using this thing."

"Besides, I have to tell the school about your registration. You can practice here."

"The registration you refused this time has also made history. I can only imagine what Vice President Tang's expression would be like when he heard it."

Jun Anyi said, showing a helpless smile.

There are always different things happening to Xinyuan.

"Okay, do you want to play games later? It's been a long time since we played together."

Xinyuan solved the problem at hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his mobile phone and adjusted his eyebrows.

"You should train well first, don't play around every day!"

Jun Anyi said angrily, left Xinyuan in the training room, and left.

In the next few days, the life was quite dull, so dull that it would be boring to talk about it in detail, and I couldn't help but want to fast forward.

Niu Jingyu has been receiving treatment, and a substitute teacher came.

The new teacher is obviously much gentler, and he treats these talented students mainly with encouragement and praise.

The students in Class 1 were quite happy at first, but as time went by, they began to miss that stern black-faced man.

In the world of superpowers, strength is a privilege, and Xinyuan is no exception.

Since his strength exceeds the current teaching level, Xinyuan usually only attends theoretical classes to learn some common sense.

During the remaining time, he was specifically granted the right to skip classes legally and could practice at his own pace.

On weekdays, he basically practiced in Jun Anyi's training room, and by the way, he got familiar with the use of the short stick of faith from time to time.

The hand of reproduction has been used several times, but it has not been successfully copied. Xinyuan can only comfort himself. This is to prepare for the future.

Until one day, Vice Dean Tang Jinyi came over.

"Niu Jingyu is back, he wants to see you."

Xinyuan:

Knock knock knock!

Ten minutes later, Xinyuan knocked on the door of a room, then pushed the door open and entered.

Directly in front of him was a big bed, and Niu Jingyu was half-lying there.

"You brat, why did you come here at this time? Aren't you in class now?"

Seeing Xinyuan coming in, Niu Jingyu smiled and cursed.

"Haha, I just skipped class. After you're gone, other teachers won't care about me."

With that said, Xinyuan put the fruit basket he bought on the bedside table and said with a smile.

"Hmph! I knew you didn't work hard."

"Why do you want a fruit basket? Do you still have such a heart? It's rare for you to be generous."

"The supermarket downstairs is just having a sale," Xinyuan replied.

As soon as the two met, they started bickering. As Xinyuan talked, he naturally sat beside Niu Jingyu's bed.

He moved his gaze downwards, his eyes becoming a little more complicated.

Niu Jingyu's lower body was very different at this time.

Because the original legs have disappeared.

Patting the empty sheets, Xinyuan said:

"How is your body now?"
Chapter completed!