The sun shines brightly, and the windows are bright and clean.

The white-haired professor coughed twice, turned around and wrote the formula on the blackboard, explaining while writing.

"...In ancient times, productivity was low, and the methods of exploring nature were backward and limited. In this case, can we achieve controllable nuclear fusion, release huge energy to break through the space-time barrier and open a space-time door? Releasing nuclear energy, we must first have ultra-high temperature pressure to free the electrons outside the nuclear from the junction of atomic nuclei..."

All students took notes carefully and made a rustling sound, like a group of silkworms quietly gnawing on mulberry leaves.

Smack...

Only the boy in the middle of the front row suddenly stood up, smashed the book hard at the blackboard, and shouted irritably.

"There is no conditions for realization at all, so why do I have to learn it and learn it every day?"

The old professor stopped instantly, and the drifting chalk gray hovered in the air.

The students maintained a stunned and raised their heads, like a bunch of small puppets, without saying a word or moving.

Then, the characters and tools, and the environment quickly faded, dissipating like flying snowflakes, and the background showed a deep blue. The boy stood tall, with his hands on his hips.

The sky rolled over the sound of thunder.

"Xintianyou, you kid is starting to be lazy again. You only know how to play, play, play... sooner or later you will degenerate into an animal in the mountains."

The boy looked up unconvincedly and danced.

"Master, the technological civilization has been destroyed long ago, and you still hold on to it. Is it interesting to learn the old knowledge from ten thousand years ago? Look, I can build atomic bombs. But even if I find a uranium mine, can I purify nuclear matter, make fuel rods, and build reactors with a pair of hard-working little hands? By the way, I also have to create explosives, electricity, machinery, computers... Oh my god, I almost rebuild the entire civilization, and even gods can't do it! Today, it's the world of monks. They fly and hide in the sky, where is it wrong?"

A muffled above the sky.

"If you practice to kill hundreds of flowers, you can beat the turtle son."

"I protest, Baihua Killing is too sissy, why not call Qianlong Slash?"

"The protest is invalid. You know how to be rude... I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom, and I will be domineering!"

Xin Tianyou shrank his shoulders and hugged his arms, pretending to be pitiful, and said:

"But... I can't practice, I lack resources. The monk has endless spiritual energy. What do I have? I rely on food to provide a little pitiful chemical energy, and later absorb heat energy. I recently opened the gene lock to absorb light energy... I was exposed to the sun all day and turned into coal carbon, and the energy storage was not enough to boil a pot of water. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't find myself at all. I just saw two rows of teeth... Master, look how pitiful I am... Hehe, if I opened the magnetic energy lock in advance, I could lie down and increase my strength."

At the end, the boy was happy, and the sound from the sky was even more severe.

"How can you reach a thousand miles without accumulating small steps? Don't fantasize about reaching the sky in one step, and practice honestly according to each level of realm."

Xintianyou curled his lips after hearing this, dragged his voice and spoke faster and faster.

"Master, the name is too boring. At least you can get some creativity. People's practice is to gather energy, condense the gang, open the sacred, transform the elixir, transform the elixir, holy fetus, excrete the spirit, merge the body, pass the tribulation, reach the ten realms of heaven, Baihua Killing produces murderous aura, killing the gang, killing the sacred, killing the light, killing the elixir, killing the fetus, killing the god, killing the body, killing the thief, killing the heaven ten realms... Killing, killing, you have a grudge with the cultivator!"

"The way is simple."

"Master, I think you are lazy... murderous intent, killing disaster, people think they play Go and kill You, but if you accidentally hear it, it will kill cows, and it will be a waste of soil. You can also kill fetuses. What do you mean? I am afraid that after I say it, I will be disgusted to death by the spitting star."

"Stop talking, do you practice?"

Hearing this, Xin Tianyou jumped up and shouted in a trumpet-shaped voice.

"Why don't you practice, force me to practice? Do you think of me as a guinea pig?"

"Get out!"

A flash of lightning slashed down fiercely.

With a scream, the boy ran away with his head in his arms.
Chapter completed!