When Fang Yuan returned to his small courtyard, he did not realize that his punch on the main sports field had caused the security guards to be so shocked and suspicious.
At this moment, Fang Yuan was holding a green quality ball in his hand, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
This green quality ball had dropped from Bro Flattop.
He still remembered that Bro Flattop and Ying Keer had met at the foot of his mountain and almost forced Ying Keer to use her trump card.
In the end, this Bro Flattop was punched into a pulp by him.
And among the items dropped by Bro Flattop, there was a memory.
It was the blue ball in his hand.
Inside the blue ball was a smoke-like object.
According to the system prompt, this was the memory of the high-level beast, Bro Flattop.
At the same time, the system also reminded Fang Yuan that it was best to look at this memory when he reached the martial artist realm. Otherwise, his mind might be affected to a certain extent.
Now that Fang Yuan had jumped from the tempering realm to the martial master realm, he could naturally read this memory.
Fang Yuan's eyes revealed a trace of curiosity. What was so special about this memory that it was evaluated by the system as a blue-quality drop?
At this moment, Fang Yuan had a deep understanding of what the system meant when it said that anything could drop.
Even his memories could be exposed!!
Fang Yuan was a little regretful. Why didn't any memory fragments drop when he hit Ling Huayu? If this was...
Swish.
Fang Yuan sucked his nosebleed and stopped letting his thoughts run wild.
"System, look at this memory!"
As he chanted in his heart, a feeling of heaven and earth turning upside down appeared. When he opened his eyes again, it was hazy.
It was like a dream.
However, in this dream, he seemed to have become the protagonist of the dream, the owner of this memory, the high-level beast, Flattop Bro!
Fang Yuan had a strange feeling in his heart. He knew that he could only watch this memory as a witness. He could not control it or affect anything.
Because this was already in the past.
However, even in his dream, Fang Yuan was still not used to suddenly turning into Bro Flattop.
Fortunately, this memory quickly got to the point.
Because Fang Yuan saw a mutated spirit plant!
This was a small grass.
Fang Yuan's eyes widened the moment he saw the grass.
This was because this little grass was emitting sword qi!
Streaks of extremely sharp sword qi were emitted from its slender leaves, slashing the corpses of the nearby ferocious beasts!
In his memory, Bro Flattop had immediately escaped through the earth when he saw that the situation was not good!
At this moment, the memory ended and the dream vanished!
In the small courtyard, Fang Yuan opened his eyes!
His eyes were unprecedentedly bright!!
Sword Energy Grass!
That mutated grass could actually emit sword qi!
Moreover, the power of that sword qi was actually beyond imagination!
Fang Yuan was tempted!
If he could get his hands on this blade of Sword Qi Grass, it would probably drop an extremely powerful sword technique!
That was just a small blade of grass!
If any sword technique dropped, his combat strength would probably instantly soar by another major realm.
It was not impossible to kill a Zongshi realm expert!
His current strength had already reached the standard of the Grandmaster Realm with the support of various combat techniques!
……
Outside the Demon Capital.
Wu Wudi slowly walked out of the city gate. None of the soldiers dared to stop her. They even looked at her with fanaticism and reverence.
This was a genius who had reached the Xiantian realm at the age of eighteen!
The pride of Shanghai.
After leaving the city gate, Wu Wudi found a rock and sat on it without any regard for his image.
A cold glint flashed across her eyes.
She was waiting for someone.
Waiting for an idiot called Ling Yue.
If her Brother Fang Yuan didn't kill him, then she would do it herself.
……
Nothing happened that night.
Early the next morning, Fang Yuan packed his things and prepared to go out.
He had to find the grass in the suburbs that could emit sword qi.
Although that memory was not long, he could still see the terrain where the grass was.
What was certain was that it was in the suburbs.
After locking the door of the small courtyard, Fang Yuan left the Bell Valley Martial Arts University and headed straight for the city center of Bell Valley.
Before heading to the suburbs, he needed to get a suitable weapon!
Now that his basic strength had reached more than 80,000 pounds, the weapons from before were no longer suitable for him.
Not to mention fighting, that sword might not even be able to withstand Fang Yuan's current strength.
Walking on the bustling street, Fang Yuan sighed softly and could not help but feel a little emotional.
This scene was so similar to Earth in his previous life.
Although it had been more than 120 years since the recuperation of reiki, most people were still ordinary people.
Those who could become martial artists were still a minority.
After all, just wanting to reach the limit of the tempering realm had stopped most people at the door.
Not everyone had the willpower to train day after day, so their strength kept increasing until they could punch a thousand pounds.
Not everyone had the financial resources to support the consumption of becoming a martial artist.
"Daddy! I want to eat candied haws!"
"Ciba, Ciba, it's delicious and not expensive.”
“……”
Fang Yuan's expression gradually softened when he heard the peddlers on the street.
Although the Spirit Herbal Academy was quiet, there was less smoke and fire.
"How about…I cook for myself in the future?”
Fang Yuan shook his head as soon as he thought of this.
"It's better to discuss it with Ying Ke 'er and let her do it.”
Fang Yuan's lips curled into a smile. Ying Keer was considered to have gained access to his courtyard. She came to the courtyard almost every day to relax.
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