Fang Han thought about it and had a third path, to practice Dragon Yuan, and the nine-turned-dragon breathing transformed the mortal into a saint, but after the nine-turned-dragon breathing technique has not come to an end, and Dragon Yuan is extremely wonderful, and can be transformed into holy power.

The dragon's energy is slowly improving, but it is much faster than the holy power. Before the dragon's energy reaches its limit, it is a good idea to practice the dragon's breath technique.

The only way he has discovered to improve the holy power is to save people, and the nine needles of the Era are crucial.

The key to analyzing saint arts is academic, studying mathematics, and physics. Even if the two worlds are different, stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade.

On Monday morning, after Gao Bo's mathematics class, the two of them came to his office. Fang Han raised his doubts one by one, and Gao Bo stood in front of the small blackboard in the office to answer them one by one.

Gao Bo stopped after an hour, took the tea handed over by Fang Han, sat down and took a big sip, and sighed deeply: "Fang Han, you have learned fast enough!"

Fang Han nodded: "I found that the easier it is to get to the back."

"That's because you have a solid foundation in front of you. You spend all your time studying mathematics, right?"

"Um."

"Be careful not to fail the exam."

“No problem with sixty.”

"Well, don't miss English,... Look at me! You are free from English." Gao Bo patted his head: "You can take more credits, graduate early, three or even two years to study for my graduate school."

Fang Han nodded: "I have this idea, but unfortunately the subject registration has been passed, so I can only wait for the next semester."

"………I'll think of a solution for you." Gao Bo thought for a while, and felt that with his brain, waiting for two years was a huge waste, and geniuses always had special treatment.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Thank you, teacher."

"The question bank still needs to be done." Gao Bo put down the teacup: "It works very well, right?"

"It works!" Fang Han nodded: "I can't learn so hard without a question bank, which is very helpful for future studies!"

"There are still a few books here, you can take them to read them slowly... Come over next week and get a few more books."

Fang Han nodded and said goodbye.

Gao Bo watched him leave with satisfaction. He was so lucky to meet such a student. He would definitely be an outstanding mathematician in the future.

He went to the library to study alone and lost Li Tang. He felt lonely and felt like he was walking on campus.

He quickly dispelled these negative emotions, thinking that he had obtained the most holy power from Mr. Hua in his cultivation, and only a little from his father, which was too far away.

It seems that we have to find a few big men to save them. There are many troubles when saving big men. If you accidentally get into factional struggles, you will be in trouble, and you will cause trouble, but wealth will be accompanied by risks.

As he walked, he thought, when he arrived at the library, he was about to enter and his cell phone rang. He turned it on and saw that it was Wen Xihua, so he connected.

"Haha, Xiao Fang, it's me." Old Hua's voice came from inside.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Old Hua, how are you doing lately?"

"It's pretty good." Mr. Hua laughed gently, "Thank you, Xiao Fang."

"I want to thank Mr. Hua."

"Haha, I thank you." Old Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Fang, there will be no next time."

Fang Han said: "With Mr. Hua's words, I'll be completely relieved that I'll go play chess on the weekend."

"Old man, of course, welcome." Mr. Hua laughed and said, "I won't talk much, see you on the weekend."

"Goodbye Mr. Hua." Fang Han said.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Han shook his head, Mr. Hua will show thunder methods this time, and there will be news that someone will be promoted and dismissed from office soon on the news broadcast.

A healthy Mr. Hua is still very deterrent and will be guaranteed in the future.

As he was feeling, his phone rang again and raised his eyebrows. It was Sun Mingyue's.

"Officer Sun, why are you going to cause trouble for me again?"

Sun Mingyue's calm and crisp voice sounded: "Fang Han, my brother is injured!"

"Hmm-?" Fang Han was stunned: "Brother Sun?...how heavy?"

"He was injured." Sun Mingyue said quietly: "Just just fell to the ground, a group of Japanese masters came to kick the club, my brother couldn't stand the opponent."

"Japanese master?" Fang Han frowned and said, "Which school is from?"

“Infinite Karate.”

Fang Han said: "I'll go there right away."

He turned around and left the library, took a taxi to Tianfu Square and went to the Sun Martial Arts Hall on the roof. The huge martial arts hall was quiet and no one was like.

More than a hundred people surrounded the boxing ring, and a tall and burly old man on the stage was confronting a thin young man. The two of them had sharp eyes and were motionless.

Fang Han glanced slowly and the crowd was divided into two groups, one was the disciples of the Sun Martial Arts Hall, and the other was four young men, wearing white training suits, with a headband tied up on his head, and a Japanese plaster flag was painted on his headband.

Fang Han pushed the crowd away and went to the audience. Sun Peng was lying on the ground. A thin old man was touching him, or pressing him to ask if it hurts, and confirming his injury.

Sun Mingyue squatted beside Sun Peng, staring at the stage with a pretty face tense.

Fang Han went over: "Brother Sun, Officer Sun!"

When Sun Mingyue saw her, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at Sun Peng: "My brother was beaten down, I don't know how hurt he was."

Fang Han walked over and touched Sun Peng's pulse.

Sun Peng lay on the ground with blood on his lips. When he saw Fang Han, he laughed and said, "Brother Fang, I'm going to let you laugh at me, it's okay!"

Fang Han's internal force flowed for a while and frowned and said, "Hidden spirit!"

"This guy is really amazing. He broke my general armor." Sun Peng shook his head and said, "It's thanks to Brother Fang who taught those two tricks, otherwise he would have been dealt with!"

Fang Han shook his head: "There are such masters in Japan, don't talk."

The thin old man glared at Fang Han in dissatisfaction: "Young man, do you understand medical skills too?"

Fang Han said: "Three right ribs, spleen bleeding, and bone fractures of the right hand."

The thin old man was stunned and looked at him up and down: "I haven't asked the young man where he learned his teacher yet, which famous teacher?"

Fang Han said: "Senior, I am arbitrary!"

"Okay, okay." The thin old man smiled and said, "I want to see it."

After touching it for a while, he confirmed that three ribs of Sun Peng were broken and he did not notice the cracks in his right hand. The young man was young but possessed unique skills.

Fang Hanzhong rubbed Sun Peng's chest with his palms and then his right hand: "Don't engage in others within three days, rest well."

"Comfortable!" Sun Peng smiled and said, "Brother Fang, only you can help us!"

Fang Han looked up at the boxing ring and frowned and said, "Why do they play the hall?"

"Oh..." Sun Peng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's the case. Our Sun Martial Arts Hall is quite famous in Haitian. If these little Japanese want to become famous, of course they have to step on us!"

Fang Han shook his head: "Japanese master..."

If he is a master in China, he will not want to mix with grudges. Once he is involved, he will be troublesome and will not die.

Japanese masters are different. He has no good feelings for the Japanese. His master Jiang Cheng's injuries are done by the Japanese. Japanese martial arts inheritance has its profound heritage and cannot be underestimated.

"I don't use my muscles and bones as my strength." Fang Han said: "Let my uncle come down!"

"Okay!" Sun Peng was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Little sister!"

Sun Mingyue glanced at Fang Han deeply and sang: "Dad, wait a moment!"

The tall and burly Sun Boyang turned his head and glanced at him. The thin young man on the opposite side slashed at Sun Boyang's waist like a knife, fast and fierce.

Fang Han snorted lightly and used the Dragon Roaring Technique! Qing's ears were like thunder exploding, his face changed drastically and he was backing back, turning his head around.!

Fang Han jumped into the boxing ring and clasped his fists and said, "Uncle, why use a knives to kill chickens? Let us young people have fun."

"Okay." Sun Boyang turned the brow and smiled and said, "Still the competition and exchange, don't be hurt."

Fang Han smiled and nodded: "I understand."

Sun Boyang was talking nonsense, and he just told him to take ruthless actions and not be killed.

Without energy, he could not open such a big martial arts school in Haitian. He could handle many things as long as he didn't die.

Fang Han smiled contemptuously at the young Japanese youth and waved provocatively.

Everyone in the audience whispered, some were excited and some were confused and excited, and those who were excited were busy spreading the competition between Fang Han and Sun Peng. Fang Han was so powerful that he would be in trouble with him.

The Japanese youth narrowed his eyes in the face of Fang Han's provocation, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was not in a hurry to attack, but became more cautious.

Fang Han smiled and slid to him, and his fists hit the other side like a rainstorm, and he was surprised and reached out to block it helplessly.

Fang Han's fist was too fast, and people saw a shadow, "Bang bang bang bang..." The Japanese young man was hit in succession like a sandbag, and was hit more than twenty punches in one breath, and finally got knocked away with one punch.

"Bang" He fell heavily to the young man with four plaster flag headbands.

"Baga!" A burly and handsome young man shouted angrily, glaring at Fang Han with his eyes fiercely.

Fang Han stood on the stage calmly and hooked his finger provocatively.

The burly young man roared, jumped onto the stage, pulled out the long sword from his waist and slashed it out, and the knife was like a horse, which made everyone in the audience furious and scolded.

Fang Hanpiao retreated and avoided two swords. The sword light was like lightning. This young man was so ruthless and accurate that his sword technique was so powerful that he could not breathe.

"Baga!" Although the burly young man's sword was fast, he could not touch Fang Han. He was always avoided in a slightest bit of a sudden. He was furious and swung his sword faster.
To be continued...