2121, May. China, Jiangnan Province, Su City. The classroom of Su Cheng No. 2 Middle School, Class 7, Senior 3! "Practitioner, there is still one month before the Practitioner's assessment!" "I hope that our Class 7 will make a good sprint. If we can produce a prospective Practitioner, as a teacher, I will be proud!" "Did you hear that?" A teacher on the podium was speaking passionately, but all the students in the classroom seemed listless. "Becoming a Practitioner? It couldn't be easier!" "That's right, this Martial Dao Epoch Times has been open for more than a hundred years, but I have only stepped into cultivation for two years!" "At the very least, one punch needs to have a force of 1 ton before I dare to hit a prospective practitioner... I have been taking drugs and food supplements for the past 2 years, and now my strength is only 500 kilograms..."
"The gap is a bit big!" The students were whispering, but Luo Xiu, who was sitting in the corner, was staring at him in a daze. [Put two identical objects here to synthesize them! 】 "..." what's the situation? Didn't it just fall asleep, how did he wake up, a virtual synthesis frame appeared in front of his eyes, and there was such a sentence below. At first he thought that he had not slept well and had hallucinations, but now, he has believed it, because hallucinations cannot be so real. This synthesis box looks like an interface for synthesizing things in the game. There are three spaces on it, two white spaces next to it, and a golden synthesis box in the middle! "Could it be possible... to put real things in and synthesize them?" Luo Xiu guessed there, he could accept Gold Finger and so on. After all, who would have thought that a Practitioner would be born on the earth more than a hundred years ago, who could crush steel with one hand, and even smash mountains with his fists. Flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, pushing mountains and filling seas is omnipotent. In the beginning, everyone thought that he was the unborn Martial Forest master in the legend, but later, as strange incidents broke out in school and society, the strength of ordinary people began to increase unconsciously, and their physical fitness gradually increased. Strengthening... Various countries have finally begun to announce that the earth has entered the Martial Dao era! Whole Earth, Spiritual Qi revives! Human beings all over the earth began to undergo the second evolution. Over the past hundred years, there have been more and more Practitioners that originally only existed in martial arts novels. The school has also included the selection of Practitioners as one of the compulsory items. Once someone is detected as a Practitioner Talent, it means that he is a master! Everyone wants to be a Practitioner, but although Practitioners have sprung up like mushrooms in recent years, compared with the billions of people, the number is still very small. It is already a great honor for a school to have a Practitioner.
"Luo Xiu, what are you thinking?" "After school!" Fang Ping at the same table poked Luo Xiu's arm, Luo Xiu raised his head, glanced at the classroom, and found that all his classmates had left. "You bastard, do you think Practitioner is crazy?" Fang Ping jokingly said: "But it's true, the only way to get ahead is to rely on this kind of scumbags like us, but damn, daddy practices like this every night, and his one-handed strength is only more than 200 kilograms. This 1 Ton...how long will it be?" The thrust of a single arm reaches 1 ton, which is the entry standard for a quasi-Practitioner. "Okay, think about the human beings a hundred years ago, and think about the present!" Luo Xiu picked up his schoolbag and said solemnly to Fang Ping, "People, you must know how to be content!" After finishing speaking, Luo Xiu left the classroom without looking back, leaving Fang Ping with a messy face in the wind. "Fuck, this kid...did he take the wrong medicine today?" Fang Ping pointed his middle finger fiercely towards Luo Xiu's back. ... More than a hundred years ago, no one would have thought that they would one day become boxing champion Tyson. The body is rarely sick. This is the grace bestowed by God, and Luo Xiu knows how to be grateful, because he is an orphan. He also wants to become a Practitioner, but he knows very well that the difficulty for ordinary people to become a Practitioner is comparable to the sky. As Fang Ping said, his physique has indeed been subtly strengthened, and he can even push out a force of 200 kilograms with a single arm, which was unimaginable more than a hundred years ago. But now, it is 2121! The Practitioner has been born for more than a hundred years. During this century, there have been many guys who can breakthrough several tons with one hand. How did you do it? resource! Ordinary people, no matter how they evolve, without supplementary resources, they will only be like Fang Ping. In 5 years, the strength of their arms has increased from 50 kg with one hand to 200 kg! This kind of improvement looks very powerful, but compared with the power of several tons of Practitioner, it is simply incomparable. "The social class, because of the emergence of Practitioner, has created a greater gap!" "The rich become stronger, and they can use the money to buy various Medicine Pills, Cultivation Techniques... and even foreign genetic medicines!" "And the poor can only rely on themselves..." "No upgraded, no adventures... The reality is far more cruel than the novel!" Sitting on the subway back, Luo Xiu fell into deep thought.
However, the synthetic frame that suddenly appeared in front of him gave him a glimmer of hope. This is own adventure! If you want to become a Practitioner, this is definitely a shortcut. After getting off the subway, Luo Xiu came to a deserted area and took out two blank sheets of paper from his schoolbag. Swish! He tried to put two pieces of white paper into the white grid of the synthesis frame in front of him, and suddenly, a row of words jumped out under the white grid. [Ordinary white paper]: A very ordinary white paper! [Is it synthetic? 】 "synthesis!" Luo Xiu pressed the synthesis button, a flash of light suddenly appeared, and then a piece of snow-white flawless paper appeared in the golden frame of synthesis. [A white paper with a good color]: A piece of white paper with a good color! "call……" Luo Xiu guessed right, this synthesis box can turn two ordinary things into something extraordinary. Moreover, it can be synthesized infinitely. [Whether the white paper with good color is synthetic? 】 Swish! 【Excellent White Paper】: Paper with very good texture! ... Luo Xiu tried again and again, and after 5 synthesis times, a piece of golden paper glittering with pearls suddenly appeared in the golden synthesis frame! [Mica rice paper]: High-quality muscovite is used as raw material, which is broken into pulp and paper by thermal chemical or hydraulic stripping, and then cut into high-quality top-grade paper. Unit price: 500 yuan/knife! [1 knife = 100 sheets] Looking at the mica rice paper in the synthesis frame, Luo Xiu's expression... finally felt a little moved. Ordinary white paper costs a few cents a piece, or even less. And mica rice paper is 5 yuan a piece, hundreds of times the price of ordinary white paper! "16 sheets of ordinary white paper can be synthesized into 5 yuan mica rice paper..." "This synthesis makes a lot of money!" Luo Xiu closed his eyes, he knew... that he had made a fortune. With this synthesis bar, he can synthesize ordinary Medicine Pill, Cultivation Technique... all into top-level resources.
The barrier of the rich will not have any advantage in front of him! "Practitioner!" Luo Xiu clenched his fists, and for the first time felt that he was... so close to the Master!
