Restraint Card Creator

According to Teacher Ruan's teaching policy, they will be given a period of rest after a teaching session.

As for the theory class, currently the third year of senior high school is taking some consolidation courses. In order to let Li Ming and the others have a good rest, Teacher Ruan simply asked them to go back to watch online classes.

Anyway, these people are all top geniuses, so there is really no need for them to learn those very basic consolidation courses.

After all, going to class consumes a lot of mental power, and students cannot be allowed to continue high-intensity actual combat training, otherwise the training will be ruined, and the next step of training must wait until the mental power is recovered.

otherwise……

Therefore, there are not a few people who go crazy.

Li Ming looked at the newly obtained material cards in his hand, and the Innsmouth system gradually improved, and he felt that he was getting closer and closer to a senior card maker.

If he can pass the certification of a senior card maker, then he has the basic conditions to make Innsmouth and Hydra.

Although the materials are difficult to come by, those old Bidens always explode... Ahem, no.

As long as you work hard enough, you will always get what you deserve!

Time passed quickly, and Li Ming's Young Wen Hua was written steadily.

The current progress has reached Lixiang, who is on the base in Chapter 29, and Li Ming's spiritual sea is gradually filling up, almost reaching the threshold of purple card production.

If it goes on like this, maybe they can post novels on the Internet like the side jobs of many card makers.

It's not that Li Ming is joking, it's that a large part of literary creation in this world comes from the practice of card makers.

After all, card makers have big brains and knowledge, and most of the stories they write have their audiences. Some stories can earn some extra money after they are published, so why not do it.

But Li Ming took a look at the thing he wrote...

Forget it, don't publish it.

This world is so dangerous, today this cult is doing sacrifices, tomorrow that cult is doing massacres, if someone finds out and throws himself into a small dark room to raise himself, don’t write a good set of rambunctious articles every day If you don't feed yourself, it's not a blood loss.

A few days passed, Li Ming stretched his waist and shoulders, stretched his muscles and bones, and glanced at the time, it was almost time.

Come on, go out!

As always, the Shantak bird cannot be summoned, so just continue to be an ordinary man in a low-key car.

The meeting place of No. 1 Middle School was still the school gate of No. 1 Middle School, and Li Ming attracted the attention of all.

Taking a taxi is actually okay, but the other members of the school team, Teacher Ruan and Principal Chen know Li Ming's identity after all, and every time they see a TOP1 freshman who should be young and frivolous, actually want to take a taxi, it feels so cute.

Looking at the four-winged bird, soft horned falcon, holy lion, and teacher Ruan's tiger butterfly, Li Ming quietly clenched his fists.

My family's mount gave me a driver's license of the lowest level, so I have face.

Li Ming. At this time, Bai Yuexin, who was sitting on the holy lion, waved to Li Ming enthusiastically, It's too much effort to rent or make another mount card, otherwise you can ride the holy lion with me.

The holy lion stood there noble and majestic, its golden mane dancing wantonly was as gorgeous as the rays of the sun, and every muscle in its strong and powerful body was tense, shining endless rays of light under the vast sky. The light flows with a ripple-like beauty.

As expected of a light attribute mount, a handsome group!

Okay, then I will trouble you and Shengshi. Li Ming nodded without refusing, and sat on it directly, exhaling comfortably.

There is one thing to say, the soft light emitted by the holy lion is very warm. Today's weather is a bit hot, but the soft light of the holy lion cuts off the sweltering sun's rays. It is just right and comfortable, and even makes Li Ming linger a little.

comfortable...

Okay, the No. 3 Middle School is already assembled, let's go there now. Teacher Ruan clapped his hands, then got on his tiger butterfly, and led the team to fly over to the No. 3 Middle School in the city center.

The principal on the side is also riding a relatively low-key flying mount. After all, if you pretend to be too aggressive, it will be a two-way match, and the main thing is to be low-key.

Invisible pretentiousness is the most deadly.

Of course, although the surface is low-key, in fact, the smile of pretentious success on the principal's face has long been overflowing, no matter how he hides his heart, he can't help it.

Wait a minute, should I start by saying my student's second summon card is actually a blue card, I'm afraid his spiritual sea is overloaded, or start with my student won the last Xingzhu City genius graduate with Is it better to start with ten rounds?

Oh, what a headache.

Anyway, there is still a long time on the road, so think about it more.

The journey is only about ten minutes.

When Li Ming and others landed on the playground of Xingzhu No. 3 Middle School, the majestic and solemn buildings were set against the volleying sun. The various buildings in Xingzhu No. 3 Middle School were well arranged, and the flagpoles on the central square were tall and straight, neat and orderly. The sequence of tree-lined trails stretches around.

Li Ming noticed that there was an iron gate inlaid with copper lion heads and unicorn patterns at the entrance. That iron gate seemed difficult to destroy with external force, and every building in the school exuded a solemn and solemn aura. The piercing sound of pen writing is rustling.

Li Ming had heard before that the No. 3 Middle School adopts a military-style closed management, and firmly believed that only in this way can excellent card makers be cultivated. Today, it is indeed extraordinary.

Looking at it now, it seems understandable that No. 3 Middle School's previous school team results and freshman assessment results are slightly better than No. 1 Middle School.

However, this kind of high-intensity and high-pressure teaching is not acceptable to everyone, even many teachers cannot accept it, and they even actively refuse investigators like Teacher Ruan to enter the school to teach.

Although they live in the same city and have very similar cultures, their teaching concepts are completely different.

No wonder I had to land from the sky, the gate at the entrance probably needs a high-star green card to break it...

Li Ming's thoughts were wandering aimlessly, and Principal Chen, who was riding a low-key mount beside him, had already bumped into the principal of No. 3 Middle School.

Hey, long time no see, Old Chen.

Old Li, you too.

The two exchanged pleasantries, but as long as they have eyes, they can tell that the principal of No. 3 Middle School obviously doesn't like Principal Chen very much.

That look seemed to be saying Damn it, this comparison is definitely for pretending!

As for why he didn't reject Principal Chen's invitation, the reason is very simple.

He turned his head to look at Li Ming, his eyes...

Filled with a touch of blazing heat.