Reborn as Ma Hongjun, Xiangxiang, don't cry, I'll take you back to the realm of gods.

Chapter 142 Restored Mental Power
Dugu Yan's heart trembled, still immersed in the magnificent sword that Ma Hongjun had just wielded.

This sword looked like a golden sword, which left an extremely deep impression on her.

This was the most terrifying soul skill she had ever seen in her life.

It's terrifying just to imagine that all the power is limited to that sword.

"The things are done, it's time to go." Ma Hongjun patted Dugu Yan on the shoulder, then ignored him and walked directly out of the park.

"Did you already know that someone was following you?" Dugu Yan asked.

"I know." Ma Hongjun replied: "Otherwise, if I am full and full, you will come with me?"

Dugu Yan was stunned. She thought her charm was high enough, but it turned out to be like this!

"I'm leaving first. Say hello to your grandfather for me." Ma Hongjun's voice spread farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

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Shrek Academy, in Ma Hongjun's independent courtyard.

After all this trouble, when Ma Hongjun came back, it was already close to two o'clock in the morning.

He sat down in the yard and took out the Qingling Fruit from the Najie.

This Qingling fruit is as big as a grapefruit. There are vaguely complicated lines on the smooth skin, and a small opening is opened at the base of the fruit. This is the standard for the maturity of the Qingling fruit.

Most people only think that the use of this fruit is to consume the pulp, which can increase soul power and mental power.

But Ma Hongjun knew that the best way to use Qingling fruit is to roast it over low heat and smell its fragrance.

In this way, its usefulness for mental power can be maximized.

A golden flame emerged from Ma Hongjun's fingertips. He carefully controlled the temperature and placed the Qingling Fruit on top of the flame.

Soon, a wisp of green smoke emerged from the break in the stem.

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up, and he immediately put his nose up and started sucking.

The scent was elegant and sober, but it instantly aroused Ma Hongjun's hunger.

In order to absorb Xiaohuo into a soul, he spent a lot of mental energy. When he smelled the fragrance of Qingling Fruit, it was like a fish that landed on the water. He felt extremely comfortable for a while, and at the same time he couldn't help but inhale more. of smoke.

As wisps of smoke penetrated Ma Hongjun's nose, his mental power gradually recovered. After about half an hour of touching it, the originally green Qingling Fruit turned dark, and the last wisp of smoke rose up and entered his nose. in the nose.

Ma Hongjun opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he glanced at the dark green spirit fruit in his hand, with a slight smile on his face.

The effectiveness of the Qingling Fruit has been squeezed out by him, and of course, the results are equally remarkable.

His damaged mental power has been completely repaired. Although he has not returned to his original state, it will not be too difficult to recover.

He took a deep breath, put the useless Qingling Fruit into the ring, then closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and felt the starlight.

The magic of gathering light and forging is working again.

Previously, it took him half an hour to get started, not only because he was not very proficient in practicing for the first time, but also because the source of his mental power was damaged at that time, and any act of using mental power was extremely difficult.

At this time, he was able to operate the Light Condensing Divine Art with great ease. In just a few breaths, his whole body was covered with a hazy cold light, flickering like starlight.

At the same time, the spiritual power in his spiritual sea was also growing rapidly.

This is of course not normal, it is just restoring the mental power that Ma Hongjun had before. If he wants to open up the sea of ​​​​spirituality, the speed will never be so fast.

Finally, when the sky turned white, Ma Hongjun stopped practicing.

He opened his eyes, feeling extremely excited even though he hadn't slept all night.

"Although I have not recovered my previous mental strength, at this rate, I will be able to fully recover in about two or three weeks, and even be able to go further."

Ma Hongjun thought, stretched and sat up from the ground.

It's time for him to go back. ————

Shrek Academy entrance.

Flanders, Dai Mubai and others stood in front of Ma Hongjun with a look of reluctance.

Liu Erlong also dragged the master here, but judging from the master's appearance, he seemed a little reluctant.

Ma Hongjun looked around, but Tang San, or rather Tang Yin, was nowhere to be seen.

"Hongjun, do you really not want to stay for another two days?" Flanders advised.

"Teacher," Ma Hongjun glanced at Dai Mubai and others and said, "No, the elite league is about to start, and Mubai and the others still have to train."

Seeing what Ma Hongjun said, Flanders had no choice but to give up.

Compared with entertaining Ma Hongjun, training is indeed a more critical thing.

But the master's face looked particularly arrogant at this time.

As the team's instructor, he has extraordinary confidence in this elite competition.

All this was because of Tang San's arrival.

Tang San had already revealed his strength to the master, and even the master with profound theoretical attainments was quite surprised.

It has been torn apart and restored over the past two years, a physical body that has been built up over time.

The fourth soul ring is 5000 years old, and the fifth soul ring is 5 years old.

And what shocked him was the 5-year-old soul bone!

Any one of them can be used as a weapon in the team, but Tang San has them all!
But, that's not all!

Tang San said that Ma Hongjun's spiritual source was damaged!

In a normal battle, there might not be any problem, but for someone like Tang San, who has cultivated the Purple Demon Eye to the mustard level, he can easily capture the weakness of the opponent's mental power, and then prescribe the right medicine to easily win.

With these trump cards, he has great confidence in winning this elite competition.

As long as he wins this championship, everyone will notice Tang San, and everyone will notice Tang San's teacher, who is himself!

Your theory will definitely be proven!
When the master was climaxing in his mind, Liu Erlong poked him with his elbow.

"Ma Hongjun is leaving. Say goodbye!"

Uncharacteristically, the master walked up to Ma Hongjun with a smile and said, "Ma Hongjun, see you later!"

If he had previously regarded Ma Hongjun as a stumbling block on his way to the championship, now he regards him as a stepping stone.

The more gorgeous the stepping stone, the higher the weight of the championship.

Flanders, after all, my disciple is better!
Ma Hongjun nodded to the master tepidly, glanced meaningfully at everyone in Flanders, and said, "Goodbye, everyone, I'm leaving."

Today we say goodbye and meet again, on the ring.

He turned to leave, but couldn't help but sigh.

Flanders' eyes were red, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of melancholy as he looked at Ma Hongjun's back walking further and further away.

My disciple is too good, so good that I can't even grasp it.

farewell……

He thought to himself, took off his glasses, and wiped away his tears with his sleeves.

(End of this chapter)