This day happens to be Saturday, so there is no school.
The students in the college are very relaxed and can enjoy their holidays without any worries.
In dormitory 3701.
Gao Fei, who has the titles of "Martial Arts Madman" and "Sword Madman", got up very early and ran out to practice sword practice on his own.
I have been working so hard for ten years, never giving myself half a day of leisure time, and I still practice non-stop even on holidays.
Either you are practicing, or you are on the way to practice.
Ah Fei went out early, but Ah Xing still hadn't gotten up until midnight.
It was nearly noon, and Ji Xingchen, who was fat and plump, was still lying comfortably on the large reinforced bed, sleeping soundly.
The sound of snoring was no different than thunder!
If you think about it, you can understand that this big fat man named Ji is from the Great Dragon Clan of Shenlong Continent, and his real body is a giant red dragon.
Then the sound of snoring at this time can probably be equated to "dragon roar".
The rest of the roommates have already adapted to the dragon's roar, but Ling Zhen, as the new sleeper, spent the whole night last night and couldn't fully adapt to it.
Although the Yin spirit leaves the body and the physical body can easily enter a dream state, occasionally, it will still be awakened by Ah Xing's snoring.
Then it takes a lot of effort to continue falling asleep.
Several times in a row, it was hard to find peace the whole night.
There's a dragon living in the house, so it's probably not that easy to get a good night's sleep.
Fortunately, Ling Zhen has already developed strong adaptability.
After four years of red training and three years of hard training in the mountain villa, all the hardships and ups and downs in the past have been overcome.
Such a trivial matter is naturally insignificant and will not be paid much attention to.
As long as there are no classes that day, Ji Xingchen's habit is to stay up until early in the morning and then sleep until noon the next day. When he wakes up, he goes directly to the cafeteria to eat.
Just eat, he insisted on going to "do some cooking".
Not the one with little water, but the "dong" that works hard.
Or, it can be understood as the word "gan" for fighting.
Ah Xing's appetite is at least ten times that of Pan Jian, an elf boy from the Baihua tribe. Sometimes the food in the cafeteria is slightly better, and he can be "fed" twenty times in one go.
Of course noodles are fine as a staple food, but he still particularly likes dry rice.
Every time he went to the canteen, others would tell him how many pounds he wanted to make, but he told his aunt how many kilograms he wanted to make.
There was even a time when the fat man was so hungry that he simply asked the aunt for half a pot!
The aunt who was responsible for serving rice to the students in the cafeteria was shocked at the time and couldn't help but joke, "Do you want a whole pot of rice for you?"
As a result, Ji Xingchen smiled innocently and said, "Why is this so embarrassing?"
But his hands were very honest and he took the whole bucket of rice seriously.
Under the astonished and shocked eyes of other students, he swaggeringly carried the bucket of rice, found a seat, sat down and started eating.
There are slogans on cherishing food in the cafeteria, and sometimes there are special personnel to check the waste of students. A few unlucky ones were punished after being caught, as a warning to others.
Things like this will never happen to him, Ji Xingchen.
Because as long as he, Ah Xing, does the cooking, there will be no leftovers.
Including that time when I was cramming in my seat while holding my rice pail.
Every time I reach the bottom, I can eat it cleanly without leaving any part behind!
For this reason, Yang Junjie made fun of him more than once.
If you were born into a commoner's family with little money, or into a modestly wealthy family, within a few years, he would have "finished" the entire family fortune.
Yang Junjie said at that time, it's a good thing that you are a prince of the royal family, otherwise your life would probably be ruined by eating.
Pan Jian, on the other hand, fell into a psychological shadow after eating at the same table with him.
Your appetite must be too large.
As a big dragon, it is normal for him to be able to eat. He must be able to eat much more than the human race and the Baihua tribe.
Pan Jian frowned and commented at that time, but you have gone too far, you are a glutton.
One meal can eat a living person. If I hadn't known you, I would have thought you were going to eat me like a vegetable!
As one of the "two fools" of 3701, Ji Xingchen couldn't hear anything nice to say, and for a while he thought the other party was praising him.
The fat man named Ji, who is the crown prince of a country, is quite happy to be praised for his good appetite.
As the saying goes, a big mouth eats everywhere.
Those who want to be emperors and rule the country in the future should be more generous.
A person with a small skill is embarrassed by a big job!
Ah Fei went out, and Ah Xing was still sleeping soundly in his dream.
Ling Zhen, who had not slept well all night, sat cross-legged on the bed alone. While closing his eyes to rest his mind, he slowly adjusted his inner energy and practiced certain techniques that required the help of Zhou Zhen's power.
Pan Jian, who has always been very delicate and likes to live an orderly life, has now made his desk very clean and placed items in various places in an orderly manner.
When the work was done and he looked at the unusually clean table, his obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied. He was in a good mood. He took out a small bottle of the best perfume brewed from nectar from the cabinet and sprayed it on the table.
Immediately there was a fragrance wafting out.
Cultivation of sentiment, intoxicating the heart and mind.
After spraying the fragrance, Pan Jian suddenly discovered that the arrangement of several small flowers in the porcelain vase was not beautiful enough.
Proficient in illustration skills, he began to play with the flowers in the vase again, happily immersed in his own world, like a beautiful girl in the boudoir.
Yang Junjie finished his shower early in the morning, but he put on his clothes in no hurry and stood on the balcony, practicing small sword moves while showing off his figure.
The only son of Vice-Principal Yang Jie, although he is the second to last one in the dormitory, he can be said to be the best one with his clear tendons.
When it comes to abdominal muscles alone, even Gao Fei and Ling Zhen are not as sharp as him. Every piece is neat and tidy, neither too big nor too small, as if they were carved with a knife!
This guy has been standing on the balcony practicing his sword since he took a shower.
Naturally, the drunkard's intention is not to drink.
Practicing the sword is not important at all. What is important is that the girls in Building 4 opposite can see the beautiful muscles of their bodies.
This will further enhance your popularity and attractiveness in the circle of the opposite sex, allowing more girls to become your "little treasures".
Favor from female monks.
For Mr. Yang, more is always better!
At the moment, he placed his sword diagonally next to the railing, rested his arm on the guardrail of the rooftop, and chatted with a girl in Building 4 not far away.
Chatted for a long time.
Although Ling Zhen was "meditating" cross-legged, he was not in trance, so that he could hear some of Yang Junjie's voice.
I couldn't hear it clearly intermittently, but I could only hear one sentence clearly.
So this sentence is undoubtedly extremely improper.
It can also be inferred from this that the girl opposite who was chatting enthusiastically with Mr. Yang was most likely not a serious person!
While Ling Zhen was concentrating on practicing Qi, the door of the room opened with a creak, and the sound of footsteps coming into the room was heard.
Pan Jian, who was sitting in his seat, thought Gao Fei was back, so he said without looking back: "Fei, why did you finish practicing so quickly today? Do you want to go to the cafeteria to eat together later?" "
When no one spoke, Pan Jian realized that the person entering the room was not Gao Fei, so he leaned his head over to take a look.
But I saw it near the door of the house.
Standing there was an old man in green shirt with a blue sword on his back and hair as white as snow.
"Who are you……"
Pan Jian had never seen Yu Youcong even once.
I was not able to witness the battle involving the Master of Wenjian Island, so I could not recognize who the old man in green shirt in front of me was.
Yang Junjie, who was chatting with his sister in Building 4 opposite on the balcony, heard the footsteps of someone coming in and turned around to look.
With just one glance, he recognized who this old man carrying a sword suddenly appeared.
Besides the "Sword God" Yu Youcong, one of the top ten masters of the human race, who else could it be? !
Although I also couldn't see the battle between the Fish Sword God and Emperor Zhuge, it was on the top of the dragon boat in the South China Sea.
The young master in yellow, Yang Junjie, was guarded by the bodyguard Wang He'an. It was a real scene where he witnessed the heroic feat of the old sword god, who was all alone, pointing his sword at the top ten strong men of Shang Island.
Faced directly with the eight Wuji realms and the two Great Dao realms.
A person asked Jian Tongtian Island's top ten heroes.
The Zhuge "Great Emperor" who can make the human race supreme, combines the Yang God and the Yin God, and uses 90% of the power of his true body to fight...
Yu You Cong, although defeated, is still glorious, worthy of the title of "Sword God"!
Yang Junjie immediately abandoned the beautiful girl opposite him, stepped forward hurriedly, clasped his fists and saluted Yu Youcong, who was wearing a blue shirt and carrying a sword, and said, "This junior has seen the Fish Sword God!"
Yu Youcong ignored this and simply glanced at the young man in yellow, casually saying "hmm".
Then he shifted his gaze and looked at the young man in green robe who was busy arranging his clothes and hurriedly left the bed to stand up straight.
After Ling Zhen finished finishing his clothes, he looked at the sword god Yu Youcong whom he hadn't seen for just a day.
The young man had just come out of the meditative state. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he asked confusedly: "Senior, are you okay?"
Sure enough, I said the wrong thing.
After saying these words, Yu Youcong raised his hand and hit Ling Zhen's head with a "roasted chestnut".
The sound is very loud and crisp.
So much so that both Yang Junjie and Pan Jian felt a burst of pain.
Even outsiders feel hurt when they look at it. Ling Zhen, the real owner, was beaten. How can it not hurt?
It must be very painful.
So the young man in green robe covered the place where his forehead was knocked and grimaced in pain.
Ji Xingchen, who was called A Xing by his roommates, was still sleeping, snoring loudly.
As a result, Yu Youcong kicked him hard in the stomach.
The fat man, who was as big as a mountain of meat, immediately screamed out in pain, and after a "ouch" sound, he sat up from the bed.
Ji Xingchen, who was sweating profusely due to the severe pain in his abdomen, woke up and wanted to shout "Who are you?" but was intimidated by the terrifying aura emanating from the old man in green shirt.
He was so frightened that he could not speak.
Trembling, he curled up into a big ball on the bed.
Kicking Ji Xingchen who was snoring loudly to wake him up, Yu Youcong's expression calmed down a little, his brows no longer frowned, and he said: "It's finally quiet, I've been so disturbed. What do you usually eat? Give it to yourself. They are so fat that it makes people feel sick, and they are no different than pigs!"
Being so insulted, Ah Xing felt a lot of anger. Because of his fear of the old sword god, he had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart.
Dare to be angry but dare not speak.
Yu Youcong quickly glanced at Pan Jian, who didn't say hello to him. The old man also had a prejudice against this elf boy from Wanhui Continent, and cursed: "Where can you find a freak? He's so short, like a dwarf, with upside-down ears." So long, like a rabbit! Huh, a pig, a rabbit, could your shabby dormitory be transformed from a zoo? "
Pan Jian was naturally very unhappy to be insulted in front of him. His heart was full of resentment and he wished he could use his life sword to fight with him on the spot.
But even though the old sword god didn't draw his sword, he just fought over there.
That majestic and high-spirited spirit of swordsmanship is enough to make ordinary swordsmen lose the courage to use the sword of their destiny!
He also only dared to have anger in his heart, and absolutely did not dare to actually attack Yu Lao Sword God.
Because his "instinct" was telling him that as long as he dared to act disobediently at this time, his life would end immediately.
Determination will not survive!
Ling Zhen, who had received a heavy chestnut on his head, was still rubbing his head. While doing so, he asked with a plaintive tone: "Senior, what did I say wrong about me?"
Yu Youcong snorted through his nose and cursed, "Idiot, I'm clearly just standing here, with no arms or legs missing. It would be better for you, kid, to come up and ask me if everything is okay... Look, I Does anyone seem to be able to do anything?"
Ling Zhen scolded the white-haired old man named Yu, but he just complained a little, "Don't I care about seniors? How come I'm wrong to even care and I have to be beaten?"
Yu Youcong's expression was not very good, "I need someone like you named Ling to care about me? Do you want to be beaten again?"
Ling Zhen then obediently closed his mouth.
Yu Youcong was silent for a while, "I know that what you really want to know is the battle between me and that Zhuge Jielu, right?"
Ling Zhen nodded cautiously.
Yu Youcong curled his lips and sighed softly, "If you lose, there is nothing you can do about it. The human race's great emperor's fighting power is truly well-deserved. I can't defeat him... There will always be times when people lose in life. I never robbed a woman before. Your father, this time when Zhuge Jielu was asked about swordsmanship, he even suffered a defeat in swordsmanship, so he has to be convinced!"
Facing the old swordsman in blue who generously admitted his defeat, Ling Zhen, who was silent and speechless, felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Defeated Guan Bi, defeated Ying Chun, almost destroyed the Duanmu Cauldron, shocked the three continents of Hanlan, Shuanghan, and Wanhui, and challenged Tongtian Island with his sword...
Mighty the world, sweeping across the world with invincible opponents.
Yu Youcong, the "Sword God" who has great attainments in swordsmanship and has become a god, turns out that there are times when he personally admits his defeat.
Heroes also come to an end.
How can we remain "invincible" forever in the world of life?
Seeing that Ling Zhen didn't speak, Yu Youcong deliberately coughed and continued: "Then Zhuge Jielu lived for more than a thousand years, and then he defeated me. There is nothing to be proud of. This defeat of mine does not count as a loss." It's too embarrassing. Besides, if we fight against each other with all our strength and insist on fighting each other to the death, then I am sure that I can at least kill one of his Yinshen or Yangshen! Even the physical body where the internal energy reserve is located will probably be extremely damaged. , in short, I have to pay an extremely high price, and even risk my life and soul being completely destroyed by me, to be able to completely kill..."
Yu Youcong said with a serious face and stopped talking.
Why do these words sound more and more like a defeated general speaking quickly in an attempt to regain the little face he has left?
Damn it.
Everything I said is true.
Don't let these guys look down on you!
Yu Youcong snorted again, changed the subject, and said to Ling Zhen: "This dormitory is a bit shabby, but it's barely liveable. It's just the right place to polish off your rich spirit! This college is okay Yes, I just walked around the island, and the scene was pretty good. From now on, you should practice hard here, follow the teachers, and learn some skills systematically. Although no one is perfect, you have to Try to avoid flaws and weaknesses in yourself, otherwise you will be easily targeted when you encounter strong enemies with clever brains in the future, and you are doomed to die miserably."
As he spoke, the old sword god in blue took out a colorful and strange air ball from his sleeve.
Ling Zhen recognized this object.
It is the "land of billions of swords" that contains countless murderous flying swords.
Yu Youcong held this ball of clear and lingering sword energy in his hand and said seriously: "I will leave Shang Island now. I don't know when we will meet again next time. Remember to practice the Victory Technique taught to you diligently. Practice, don’t be lazy! Also, the water dragon chant taught by Qinglong Sword Immortal is very lethal, but it cannot be abused. It will easily wear down your spirit and damage the sword’s heart. Don’t rely on such a big kill You just underestimate the enemy and think you are great...Humph, the people who die the fastest in this world are those arrogant and arrogant people!"
Ling Zhen nodded heavily, "Senior's instructions today, juniors must keep them in mind and never forget them!"
The old sword god reluctantly gave a "hmm" in approval, and stretched out his hand to hand out the ball of colorful energy, "This 'Sword Realm' is of no use if you keep it by my side, so I will give it to you, kid. In addition to practicing in it in the future, In the future, you can also imprison the enemy's soul, soul, and even the natal sword in it and refine it for your own use."
Ling Zhen took the gaseous treasure that was full of fantasy sword energy and could be regarded as some kind of formation. He grinned and said loudly: "Thank you, Senior Yu, for your generous gift. I have been interested in this item for a long time!"
Yu Youcong twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, "If you practice hard on this island, according to my calculations, in about two years, you will become the first person in the Pingxu Realm in the past millennium, unprecedented and unprecedented. The strongest third-level monk is coming! When that time comes, you can rest assured to advance to the fourth level."
Ling Zhen lowered his head and said nothing, seeming to be thinking about something.
The old man patted the young man in green robe on the shoulder, "Boy, I know that although it is extremely difficult to suppress the realm, there must be effects. You are now at the peak of Pingxu realm. When you reach the fourth level of Danyuan realm, you will almost In the same realm, you will not encounter any opponents again. Below the fourth level, it is even more difficult to be your enemy. With your sword, you can be truly invincible! When that time comes, you will go to Frost Frost Continent to do something. , regardless of whether it can be done, at least it will be difficult to be killed easily."
Ling Zhen seemed to be awakened by his thoughts, and his eyes shone with perseverance. At this moment, he raised his head and looked directly at Yu Youcong, and said in a loud voice: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will try my best to stabilize my state and continuously strengthen the third level of Pingxu state." We will strive to achieve the strongest alchemy in history as soon as possible and break through to the fourth level!"
Yu Youcong's face looked pleased, and he glanced at the young man's face, which had very similar facial features to Yao Ying's, and showed a rare smile.
Then he turned around and walked out of the house, leaving only the back figure of the man in blue shirt and white hair, with the sword hanging behind him, and the words "No need to send it away."
After Ling Zhen bowed and said goodbye to the old sword god in green shirt.
Not long after, another young man walked into No. 3701's dormitory with vigorous steps.
Not the swordsman in white who flies high.
The man had a sword at his waist.
A long robe, dark black in color!
