Looking at the spiritual power value displayed on the screen, Lu Chuan directly uttered two polite syllables.
"What's wrong? Is it too low? Let me take a look." Hu Feifan also leaned over.
But in an instant,
"Fuck!"
He also fell into despair.
call--
Lu Chuanshen exhaled and took the lead to calm down: "I guess there is something wrong with the machine. Let's test it again."
As he spoke, he operated the spiritual detector and put his right hand on it again.
The light on the screen of the spiritual detector flickered, and Lu Chuan's heart also jumped.
Finally, the light fell and the number was displayed - 239!
Lu Chuan didn't believe in evil, so he clicked on the screen and it happened again.
Still 239!
Lu Chuan and Hu Feifan looked at each other, and Hu Feifan's eyes nearly popped out: "How about... do it again?"
"Can you hurry up? I've been waiting for you for a long time!" But as soon as these words came out, dissatisfied voices came from behind.
"Right now!" Lu Chuan quickly clicked the print button, printed out the spiritual power value receipt, and pulled Hu Feifan away.
Along the way, Hu Feifan muttered, fully expressing his disbelief:
"Brother Chuan, did you use the ten hours of meditation this week specifically for this spiritual power test?"
"It's impossible..."
"It's just ten hours of meditation. It's impossible to increase so much spiritual power..."
"It's almost 40 o'clock..."
"This is the central library's psychic instrument. It can't be wrong."
"Why is that?"
"It's so weird, brother, I really can't figure it out."
"..."
Listening to Hu Feifan's muttering, Lu Chuan's heart was beating fast.
He was not sure before testing his spiritual power, thinking that the ancient book last night was just a dream.
But now it seems that it was probably not a dream. It was most likely my golden finger as the first time traveler to travel through the world while sleeping between classes.
Since it's a golden finger, you can't talk nonsense, even if it's Hu Feifan.
Thinking of this, Lu Chuan coughed dryly, and with enthusiasm on his face, he said affectionately to Hu Feifan beside him: "Fanfan, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
Hu Feifan was stunned and said with a strange expression: "Brother Chuan... what did you call me just now?"
Lu Chuan pinched his throat: "I ask you what to eat for lunch? What a f..."
"No! I'll eat rice porridge and rice!" Hu Feifan's horrified voice sounded.
"Rice porridge rice bowl, what is that?"
"Hmph, brother, let me take you to see it."
"Fine……"
"..."
[It is the best strategy to change the topic by starting with a name that disgusts the other person and making false claims in the east.]——Writer Hao Xun.
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After dinner, Lu Chuan excused his parents to urge him to go home, refused Hu Feifan's invitation to play, and quickly returned.
Although it is Saturday, my parents are not at home, and workers do not have weekends.
Lu Chuan rushed to his room in a few steps, took out the book "Master Teach You to Read Monster Palmistry" from his bag, and looked through it carefully.
"Chapter 1, the footprints of the horse monster - like the moon."
"Chapter 2, the footprints of birds and monsters - like bamboo leaves."
"Chapter 3, the footprints of canine monsters - like biscuits."
"Chapter 4, the footprints of elephant monsters - like big cakes."
"..."
Lu Chuan scratched his head, why do you think this catalog is a bit catchy?
Finally, after searching, Lu Chuan finally found the chapter corresponding to the claws in the ancient book.
"Chapter 18, the paw prints of ape monsters - like humans."
Lu Chuan kept flipping through Chapter 18. Finally, his eyes lit up and he found a picture that was exactly the same as the paw in his dream.
The five fingers are ferocious, and the back of the hand is covered with golden-colored hairs like steel needles.
"The Suan Beast is an ape-like monster. A strong person has traced its bloodline, but has not found the corresponding ancient beast. According to the writings left thousands of years ago, it is speculated that this beast may have the blood of the Suan Ni."
."
Lu Chuan's body trembled, Suan Ni's bloodline?
Is it the Suanni who gave birth to nine sons from a dragon?
Keep looking down.
"It's just a pity that even if the Suan Ni really existed, today's era is too far away from that time, and the blood of the Suan beast has long been thinned."
"Characteristics of the Suan Beast: It has a stronger body than the same level of monsters, but its strength is not strong. The ordinary Suan Beast is just an intermediate monster beast equivalent to an intermediate Qi practitioner."
"It doesn't seem too strong..." Lu Chuan closed the book and muttered in disappointment.
Regarding monsters, Lu Chuan didn't find much information on the Internet. He only knew that powerful monsters were entrenched in deep mountains or deep seas, posing a huge threat to humans, while weak monsters could only be placed in monster gardens and be used by urban residents.
visit.
Although the efficacy of this ancient book is not clear yet, it is obvious that the image on the first page of this ancient book will be closely related to one's own practice. The stronger the better.
Gulu~~
"I'm a little hungry." Lu Chuan covered his protesting stomach and was a little speechless. He found that his appetite after traveling through time was much larger than before.
The rice porridge rice bowl that Hu Feifan and I had for lunch was said to be Japanese cuisine. It had no protein at all and was not suitable for human consumption at all, but he still finished two large plates.
Just like that, it was only more than an hour before dinner, and he was hungry again.
He was even so hungry that when he looked at the strange monsters in the book, he thought they were delicious...
stare?!
Suddenly, the cell phone on the table rang, interrupting his outrageous thoughts.
Lu Chuan clicked on it and saw that it was a group message for Class 8, the second grade of high school. A bunch of people were chatting in it, and they had already chatted 99 times.
Hu Feifan is very big. Please bear with me: "Let me tell you a secret. Today, Lu Chuan and I went to the library to measure our spiritual power with a spiritual instrument! What do you think my brother Chuan's spiritual power is?"
Wang Yan: "How much? Tell me."
Study committee member Yuan Menghan: "I remember that Lu Chuan's test result at school last week was 201. Is there too much error in the school? Lu Chuan's actual spiritual power value is 211?"
"Or...seeing how surprised you are, he has reached 220 after this week of practice?"
Yang Zihao: "Wow, it's 220! This spiritual power value should be among the top ten in the class!"
Wang Zhiwu: "Awesome! Lu Chuan has made great progress!"
Zhang Mengdie: "As expected of us, he is the most handsome boy in Class 8. He has worked hard to catch up."
Chen Meng: "Yeah, look at Lu Chuan and Hu Feifan. They just lie down in the back row every day. They don't see how hard they work. Their spiritual power is so high. It's really annoying to compare people to each other..."
Hu Feifan is very big. Please bear with me: "Hey, I guessed it wrong. It's higher than 220!"
"It's 239!"
"Wow!"
"I go!"
"so smart!"
"This spiritual power value seems to be matched by no one except Zhao Yu's 253 and the squad leader's 250, right?"
"It's increased so much in one week! Did Lu Chuan take some magic pill?"
"Lu Chuan, the person involved comes out quickly!"
"Red envelopes"
"Hand out red envelope 1"
"Hand out red envelope 1"
"Hand out red envelope 1"
"..."
Lu Chuan read through 99's messages in one breath, and the dozens of messages that followed were all repetitions of the words "send red envelopes."
Take a look at the wallet balance,037.
Just pretend to be dead.
At the same time, he secretly complained in his heart, it's not that he is stingy and doesn't give out red envelopes, it's that he really has no money...
In fact, Lu Chuan is a very generous person. For example, when he was reading novels in his previous life, he never hesitated to collect the authors' books. He was also very happy to review, leave messages, give five-star reviews, give gifts, and give authors whose math ability did not exceed the fifth grade of elementary school.
Share with friends.
At the same time, he also firmly believes that readers who are as handsome as him, or even more handsome than him, will have the same qualities as him.