Master Of Martial Arts Has An Advanced Optical Brain

Nebula Academy.

Lin Mingdao glanced at Zhou Tongzheng, the new dean of the martial arts branch standing respectfully opposite, and shook his head slightly.

"President, are you not satisfied?" Zhou Tongzheng asked cautiously immediately.

Lin Mingdao's brows furrowed even tighter.

He is not dissatisfied with the plan submitted by Zhou Tongzheng, but he is somewhat dissatisfied with Zhou Tongzheng.

The former branch dean of the Martial Artist Branch, Semendi, was too strong when he was in office. He almost always had to put on a stance against his dean. Many things were too arbitrary. Of course, he was not satisfied. Several consecutive things took the opportunity to withdraw Semendi.

However, Zhou Tongzheng, who now took over as the branch dean of Semundi, was too respectful to himself. It could even be said that he was submissive and had no opinion. He was also dissatisfied.

As the martial artist branch, the most important branch dean of the Nebula Academy, it is impossible to have no sense of responsibility and opinion.

"Well... Has this plan been discussed at the branch meeting?" Lin Mingdao asked after pondering for a moment.

"Of course, I dared to submit it to you after a detailed discussion." Zhou Tongzheng responded immediately with a smile. "As long as you agree to this plan, Lord Dean, we will continue to implement it like this."

Lin Mingdao shook his head and threw back the paper report in his hand.

"This is a matter of the martial artist branch. Since the internal meeting of your branch has discussed it, you don't need to seek my opinion."

"How can that be done!" Zhou Tongzheng immediately put on a surprised look. "The Martial Artist Branch is the Martial Artist Branch of Xingyun Academy, and it is always under your leadership, Master Dean. How can you not ask for your opinion on this kind of thing? What's more..."

Zhou Tongzheng paused and glanced at the report on the table.

"The person involved in this matter, Dean, you are very concerned about him, I naturally need to ask you what you mean."

Hearing that Zhou Tongzheng changed his name, Lin Mingdao smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, as long as the martial artist branch handles it impartially and acts on the premise of not harming the students, how can I casually point fingers at the branch, you can do it anyway. That's it."

Hearing the meaning of Lin Mingdao's words, Zhou Tongzheng was overjoyed immediately, put away the report, and said with a smile: "Since you have already read it, Lord Dean, then I will go to prepare for the implementation, and strive to finish it as soon as possible."

"Well, let's go. If this matter continues to drag on, it will have a very bad impact on our martial artist branch and the entire Nebula Academy. If it can be resolved as soon as possible, of course it would be the best. But..." Lin Mingdao suddenly increased his tone. "Don't think about it, I don't want to make more trouble because of him. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood, I will handle it carefully and achieve the best result, which will satisfy you, Master Dean."

Zhou Tongzheng nodded in agreement, and after waiting for a while, seeing that Lin Mingdao had no more words, he bowed and quietly withdrew.

Seeing that the door was being brought by Zhou Tongzheng, Lin Mingdao pressed his feet slightly, making the chair he sat down to turn around, and his face was pointed out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the rear.

Looking at the small courtyard outside the window that had become dark green as it entered the deep summer in the north of the earth, Lin Mingdao sighed deeply and shook his head gently.

"This kid has grown to this point now, I'm afraid it's not as easy to satisfy as before..."

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A low-altitude shuttle zips through northern Siberia.

Although the northern hemisphere of the earth has entered deep summer at this time, the extreme north of Siberia is still icy-cold and windy.

The low-altitude shuttle flies at an altitude of less than one thousand meters from the ground, and the surrounding temperature is surprisingly low.

However, in this environment, the side door of the low-altitude shuttle was fully opened at this time, allowing the cold wind from high altitude to pour into the shuttle unceremoniously, blowing the cabin into a whirring sound.

Chunan and Hasklovsky sat facing each other. Although his strong body made him feel the slightest chill, and the strong wind couldn't make him move at all, he looked at several other people in the cabin. The soldier in the military uniform had to leave the seat with his buttocks at this time, his legs were bent, and he remained motionless in a squatting stance. He still had a strange expression on his face.

"I said... is this a special training method?" Chu Nan couldn't help but pointed to the soldiers and asked Hasklovsky.

Major Nariel didn't take him directly to Earth, but just put him on a federal army combat ship, and then he took that ship to Earth, and then was sent there without breathing at all. Siberia, and Hasklovsky was immediately connected to this low-altitude shuttle.

Because of the military's actions, the at least three-day trip to Earth was abruptly compressed into one day.

Now he is in Siberia and is about to meet Marshal Chemekov, but his parents and Chu Xiaoxi have just got in touch with Carlisle, and are doing in-depth discussions and research on the travel route after coming to Earth...

"No, this is not formal training." Hasklovsky shook his head, and a loud voice sounded in the shuttle cabin. "This is just their most common request. The real training is much crueler than this."

"Is this just the most common request?" Chu Nan was stunned.

As a marshal, the guards were completely different from other soldiers.

Looking at the soldiers again, Chu Nan couldn't help but feel naughty. He also imitated their appearance and left the stool to squat down.

Of course it wouldn't be any problem for him.

With his strong body, he doesn't have to say such a sprint now, even if he turns somersaults, it is not difficult at all.

Seeing his actions, Hasklovsky's originally serious face couldn't help but show a smile.

This guy is still a young man after all.

"Hey, Chunan, can you tell me what kind of strength you are now?" Hasklovsky suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Chunan was startled, looked at Hasklovsky, and found that there was not much expression on his face, as if this question was just a casual question.

After thinking for a while, Chu Nan answered honestly: "I don't know exactly what level it should be, but according to the basic internal breath strength, I should be around the fourth-level air-breaking level warrior now."

Hearing Chunan's answer, the soldiers next to Zamabu involuntarily turned to look at him with a look of surprise.

This kid... is now a fourth-order air-breaking martial artist?

Some of these soldiers saw Chunan when he asked to see Marshal Chemekov last year, and some never saw him.

But even those who have never seen ~www.wuxiahere.com~ are basically not unfamiliar with Chunan.

In the past few months, the federal army has launched an operation against the Leppler galaxy. The main person concerned is Chunan. As the guards of the marshal, it is hard not to hear about Chunan, even if they don't care about the outside world. name.

From the few reports of the military department before, they knew that this boy who was only 20 years old was already a sky-breaking warrior, and even possessed the same ability to act in space as a Yutian-class powerhouse. They already felt abnormal. surprise.

But now that they heard Chu Nan say that he had actually reached the level of a fourth-order air-shattering martial artist, they felt even more incredible.

How could this kid be so young, so powerful?

You must know that Romsorov, the most powerful individual among the marshals and guards, has only just broken through the Heavenly Rank, and he is already 37 years old this year.

But it wasn't over yet. Hasklovsky's next question made their already round eyes widen, and even their mouths opened completely in shock, so big that they could almost fit in a whole goose. Egg. (To be continued.)