Its body was filled with countless red lights, falling towards the place where Zhuang Wuming was.

The cat-shaped monster, which was pitch black and without any emotions, seemed to explode at any time, although its whole body was filled with violent fluctuations of qi and blood.

But he attacked Zhuang Wuming in mid-air and grabbed his head with one claw.

Zhuang Wuming's eyes are sharp, and his thinking has already captured all the information about this strange cat-shaped creature.

When it was bombarded by Wang Bing, a large amount of qi and blood were deposited in its body.

At this time, it was just a qi and blood bomb, and the qi and blood in its body could explode at any time, blowing it into ashes.

This blow to yourself is its last blow.

Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes, paused, and raised his foot to blast towards its abdomen.

Zhuang Wuming's movements were not fast, but he grasped the timing very well.

This attack was nothing outstanding, but there was no mistake, and the result was that it saved his life.

Boom

With a muffled sound like a shattering bubble, the strange creature exploded.

Countless red and black air flows swept around.

Zhuang Wuming was flooded by the airflow, and his expression changed slightly.

He felt cold all over, and an inexplicable force entered his body.

This force hit his forehead, where his thinking and talent lies.

At this moment, he felt a cold feeling arise from his talent, which complemented the cold feeling.

A muffled sound in his mind, and Zhuang Wuming felt a cold feeling in his mind.

My own talent seems to have become a substantial existence, emitting a cold breath at any time.

Wang Bing flashed in front of Zhuang Wuming and looked at him tightly, "Are you okay?"

Zhuang Wuming shook his head, "It's okay."

Although he felt that his talent seemed to have problems, Zhuang Wuming did not show it.

Wang Bing looked at Zhuang Wuming and said calmly, "You go with me."

Looking at Wang Bing's solemn expression, Zhuang Wuming seemed to be thinking.

"I'm afraid it's related to a mysterious cold breath when the monster died just now."

Without rejection, Zhuang Wuming also wanted to know what was entering the talent.

His talent has only evolved once, and now it has changed, which is most likely the second time.

Zhuang Wuming had a little expectation in his heart. Perhaps this change would lead to unimaginable things.

Following Wang Bing, Zhuang Wuming came to the experimental building of the martial arts school, which is the place to study cultural subjects.

Entering an elevator, Wang Bing directly took out his identity card and swiped it.

The elevator quickly began to enter underground.

What surprised Zhuang Wuming was that the speed of descent had exceeded 100 meters in a short period of time.

"Is the large underground base? It is worthy of being a national behemoth."

It took them five minutes to reach the bottom and walk out of the elevator, a huge hall, with crowds of people.

All kinds of staff were walking around the hall.

Projection screens appear in front of each machine, and the staff are doing their own things.

Wang Bing took Zhuang Wuming into the hall and walked straight towards the end of the hall.

There are several passages to the deeper.

Wang Bing looked serious and walked in a hurry, and Zhuang Wuming always followed him.

Zhuang Wuming could sense that Wang Bing was watching him at any time.

It seems that as long as you have any problems, you will immediately attack yourself.

"When this monster dies, there will be problems, otherwise this Wang Bing would not have looked at me like this."

Five more minutes later, they passed through the hall, entered the passage at the end, and came to a metal gate.

Wang Bing swiped the card quickly, the door opened, revealing a huge vessel cabin inside.

Several doctors in white coats were already standing there, their eyes showing a look of vigilance.

Two men in general's uniforms stood on both sides of the gate, with a magnificent atmosphere, locking the entire room.

Wang Bing arrived and looked at Zhuang Wuming, "Tan Long, the strange creature he just encountered was of extraordinary origin."

"When you die, you will most likely infect the surrounding creatures, so you need to check it immediately."

Zhuang Wuming looked "shocked" when he heard this.

However, Wang Bing ignored his "shocking", grabbed his arm and flashed to the front of the vessel compartment.

At this time, the hatch door had opened, and the next moment, Zhuang Wuming had been thrown into it.

Wang Bing exerted his force very accurately, and Zhuang Wuming's body did not feel shaking, and he was already standing in the vessel compartment.

The next moment, the hatch door closed, and there were crowds of people outside, and doctors began to act.

Zhuang Wuming's face was calm, and various lights lit up in the vessel compartment.

Light swept through him and penetrated into his most basic genetic level.

His mind can easily feel the effect of these lights.

Some scan their genes, some scan their energy, and some even read consciousness.

Every deep part of his body was being scanned.

His thinking has narrowed to the extreme and has entered a one-dimensional space and time.

Thinking becomes a pure point, hidden in the surface brain fluctuations.

Countless lights could not detect the existence of his mind.

Half an hour passed before the scanning of light ended.

Outside, Wang Bing and a white coat shouted side by side.

"It's been checked, and he is not infected with the mysterious black gas."

"It's a safe existence, but we checked it and he has reached the level of a first-level warrior."

"The first-level warrior of the 18-year-old level, and he has only completed the transformation of a first-level warrior in the past three months."

Wang Bing raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Is that true? But it's very powerful. You can be promoted to the first-level warrior level in a few months."

"In this era, he is also an absolute genius and worth cultivating."

At night, Zhuang Wuming returned to his dormitory, and a new address appeared in his student card.

There is the place where he starts to go to school tomorrow, and the place where he truly cultivates elites in the martial arts school.

He sat cross-legged on his bed, his mind trembling and directly entered a state of pure thinking.

He began to examine his talent, and there seemed to be a change.

His talent takes a flat, pure round shape.

In an illusory state, countless mysterious illusory patterns are spread all over it.

The patterns gather at a little in the center to form a mysterious pattern.

It is a pattern that cannot be expressed in words, very beautiful, and even changes every moment.

So far, Zhuang Wuming has not understood what his talent is.

The mystery of talent seems to involve some fundamental rule in this infinite airspace.

At least Zhuang Wuming still cannot analyze its existence.

But at this time, this mysterious round flat talent is changing.
Chapter completed!